Come on Frank you're just reading something here, someone's private thoughts, someone deepest darkest secrets. What harm could it do? Gerard won't know..
My hands slows down a bit and rest until the paper is still, I begin to read...

"GERARD'S POEM

"Another knife in my hands a stain that never comes off.
I still can't believe I killed him. But at least I had something to write about in English, it's funny because Mrs Bamington doesn't know I didn't make up this story, it is real. I am a killer, I am terrible, and deserve to die. I might as well die, well I'm planning on it."


I stare at the paper in disbelief, my hands are shaking again, I've gone ice cold, next thing I know I'm on the floor and all I see is black.


I don't know how long I've been out but I am just coming round, Ugh what happened, I rub the back of my head from the pain of my headache.
I see the paper in my hands and remember..

First of all Gerard's a murderer and second of all he's going to kill himself.
I know too much, I should've just given the paper back to him in the first place. Oh my god, what the heck now. I can't look at him again I don't even know.. Should I give it back to him? "NO!" I shout

"FRANK IT'S 3AM ARE YOU GOING TO SLEEP YET WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!" My Mum shouts
"Nothing Mum!" WHAT 3AM ALREADY!! I MUST OF BEEN OUT FOR A WHILE WHERE WAS MY MUM DURING THIS?!!!
I close my eyes again to get some rest before school this morning, I'm still in my clothes from yesterday. Doesn't matter.

*BEEEP BEEEP*
My alarm just seems to be getting more and more annoying!
Ugh well I might as well pull a sickie today, well after what I read last night I won't have to fake it.
1 hour later..
"Frank, sweetie, you ready to go?"
After crying for the past hour I try to make my voice sound normal and shout ,"Mum I'm not feeling too good today! Can I have the day off?"
"Oh darling is it really bad, I have a job interview today, remember!"
Oh yeh, my Mum has a job interview today, DAMN! I can't keep her from going to that, we will lose all of our money if she doesn't have a job, I mean it's not like I have another parent who works too, my Dad left us when I was little so it's just me and Mum now,
"Okay Mum" My lip begins to quiver, "coming."

I get out of bed and walk downstairs and outside to the car and sit in the back ready to go.
I smile at my Mum pretending to be okay and she smiles back, I begin thinking whilst looking out the window.
Oh God I have to see Gerard today, I know we never talk but he's still in all my lessons.
I think about everything until we are parked outside school.
"Frank, are you there, or are you off in Frankie land again?" Mum says playfully to me
"Hahaha, I'm here, bye Mum!" I shout closing the door behind me.

I check my already worn out time table;
*Period 1-Art-F12*
Cool, I kinda like art, even though i'm not really in the mood right now.
I walk around trying to find F12, recognizing some familiar faces I recall from yesterday, when suddenly I see Gerard walking towards me, red in the face (with anger this time) and his fists clenched. I freeze and stare at him.
He points at my hoodie pockets, "THERE IT IS!!!!" Gerard screams at me.
I look down to see his piece of paper stuck to my hoodie pockets by a piece of gum Gerard must've put there.
Gerard storms towards me and pushing my shoulder back, and drags me by my hoodie to the outside playground where we are alone.....

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