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Cemetery Drive

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Frank woke up suddenly, trembling. He felt hot and sweaty. He stretched his arms out and quickly felt a shooting pain run through his arm. He winced and looked down at it. He felt slight panic rise in his stomach as he remember last night. He had done it deeper than he thought, he had to get them checked out.
Knowing his mother was still asleep, Frank pulled some clothes on a crept out the front door. He didn't care if he was late for school, or if he didn't even go in that day. He was already fed up with it.

~ Few hours later~

Gerard looked around the classroom, looking for Frank. He frowned when he saw the student wasn't there. He walked to the back table and leant over it.
"Mikes, do you know where Frank is?" he whispered to his younger brother. Mikey shook his head.
"I haven't seen him at all since yesterday.." Gerard started to feel worried and panicked.
"Do you have his number?" Mikey hook his head again. Gerard pushed himself away from the table and walked towards the door. He walked down the hallway, towards the office to hopefully call Frank's home number. He started to rethink the detention from the previous day. The files and what happened to Frank, what he had done. What if Frank tried again? Because of him? Gerard felt his pulse rate speed up rapidly as he started jogging. Just as he turned the corner and felt someone crash into him and both people stumbled back. Gerard heard paper flying everywhere and looked down to find Frank on the floor frantically pulling his pieces of paper together.
"Frank!" the student jumped and looked up at his teacher, his eyes huge and wide.
"S-Sir, i'm so s-sorry," he picked his papers up and pushed himself off the floor. Gerard noticed him trembling.
"Frank, are you alright? You're shaking," Gerard gently touched his hand on Frank's arm, but Frank flinched away.
"You're with me now, so uh.." Gerard grabbed Frank's bag off the floor and carried it to the classroom for him, holding the door open for his student.
"Uh Frank, can i see you after school quickly..?" Frank looked at him, not understanding what he had done now. Gerard put his hands up.
"You're not in trouble, honest, i just need to talk to you..." Frank nodded and took his bag from his teacher, wandering to the back of the class where he dumped all his stuff. Mikey coughed, trying to catch Frank's attention, but Frank simply ignored him.
"Hey, Fraaank," Mikey poked Frank's arm, causing him to slap his friend's hand away and flinch.
"What the fu-" Frank felt an intense pain rush up his arm, he clenched his teeth, trying not to cry.
"I'm sorry, i didn't think that would hur-" Mikey quickly stopped talking, and leant in closer to Frank.
"F-Frank, you haven't like, hurt yourself there, have you?" he said in a quiet voice. Frank gulped and looked at Mikey.
"I, uh, not on purpose," oh who was he kidding? Mikey obviously knew he was lying, but simply nodded and accepted his answer, carrying on with his own work. Frank bit his lip tightly, still holding his arm gently. This has to stop now, it hurts too much to keep doing it, Frank thought to himself. He took a deep breathe in and carried on with the rest of the school as normal.
The final bell rang and students started to floor out the doors and off the school premises. Frank slowly made his way to the art room. He stood in front of the door for a few moments before entering. Gerard's head snapped up when he heard the door open. Frank's arm hit against the door as he entered. He stopped suddenly and grabbed his arm, a pained look on his face.
"Frank are you okay?" Gerard jumped out his seat and walked round to Frank.
"I'm fine, i'm fine," he said to his teacher.
"No Frank, take your blazer off. You look like you're in serious pain, let me look.." Frank shook his head, but the teacher carried on tugging at his blazer. Frank gave up and slipped it off. Gerard pulled him to the chair at his desk and made him sit. The teacher rolled Frank's shirt sleeve up, revealing the deep red cuts on the student's upper arm.
"F-Frank?" Gerard stuttered, unable to form any words to say to his student.

Notes

Whoa, idk. Bad chapter (like all the others, ha)
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PLEASE UPDATE!!!!!!

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1/25/16

Hoping to see your awesome update soon.

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10/18/14

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10/17/14

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10/12/14

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10/12/14