What's life like bleeding on the floor

Chapter 1: The next day I'm just sitting in the back of class daydreaming, the class being extremely boring. The seat that I am assigned is next to Josh's. He's bullied me my whole highschool life, so he leans over and says "hey fag, thinking about you're emo boyfriend?" He puts emphasis on the last word, though Gerard and I weren't even dating. I just sighed and shifted so he cant see the tears forming on my cheeks. "Why don't you just go kill yourself, faggot? We all know about your cuts, anyways." What?! How could they possibly know already? I'd only been here a week, and did my best to hide it. "Oh, come on. Its obvious. Why else would you wear long sleeves in 80 degree weather?" I raise my hand, careful not to let my sleeve fall. "Yes, Frank?" The teacher says from the front. "May I be excused?" "Sure." I race out of the classroom and head straight for the bathrooms, get in the last stall and close the door. Gerard's POV I walk to the bathrooms quickly after class, but some things wrong when I get there. I'm not sure what it is at first but then my mind processes it fully. I see Franks black converse in the last stall. Normal, right? Well no, not normal, because they were surrounded by a small pool of blood, and sobs were coming from the stall. I walked up to the door to see if it was locked, and it wasnt, so I pushed the door open to see a teary Frank with a thin razor blade in his hand, dragging it across his arm, which was already dripping with blood and littered in scars. "Frank Anthony Iero, what the fuck are you doing!?" I scream, now crying myself. He turns and tries to push past me, but i manage keep him back, after all, he is very short and very skinny. He just looks at me, his eyes blank, until he falls over and hits his head on the toilet, passed out. I pick up the blade, which has fallen to the floor and put it in my pocket, so I can throw it away later. I find that he is not that heavy, weighing even less than my little brother, which worries me. Has he not been eating lately? No wonder I never see him at lunch. I pick him up bridal style and begin carrying him to the infirmary.

Notes

So umm sorry for the shortness and the shittiness of this chapter, but comment and tell me what you think.I'm hoping to get some updates posted soon, so don't worry.