The rest of the day was a blur, pushing shoving yelling, always the same. Frank had just about had enough, today was the day he decided. When school finished he found himself walking towards the river, he lay down on the side grass, leading down to the river, the shade of the trees slightly missing him, he brought out his pocket knife then paused and rememberd he 'd brought the hunting knife his mother gave him when he was little, he brought it out and held it to the sun like a beautiful diamond it had gold emcrusted on it and beautiful Italian writing on the side, he always used to ask his mother what it meant and she had told him he'd learn when he was older, when she died he didn't see the point in finding out what it meant. Wrist wrist neck thigh, easy, he placed it on his wrist and cut deep,up the river not across, he placed the blood stained knife onto the other wrist. "Hey, this seat taken?" The red haired boy gestured to the seat next to Frank, Frank faced him shocked, no one came here, and looked as the boys eyes become wider as he saw Franks left wrist and the bloody knife. Frank was in deep shit.

Notes

Hehe, was gonna do a cliff hanger but nahh, do the Gerards pov sorta later on or tomorrow.