Don't say I'm better off dead

They sat next to each other in the next class, which just so happened to be PSHE. Which is like a citizenship sort of thing. Learning about the world and people etc.
So of course not many people were paying attention. Gerard smiled at Frank. His friend. His best friend.
The teacher in this class was nice. Her blondish-brownish hair with pink ends was in a high ponytail. She wore a bright smile on her face and was possibly the nicest teacher that Gerard knew. She peered over her glasses while taking the register grinning at Frank. She started the slides on the board and began to talk after making sure that the class were all listening.

"Right guys. Today we're going to be starting a new project." She awaited a response but there apparently wasn't one. She continued: "we're going to be moving onto quite a serious and personal subject. I want you all to respect each other, okay? This is a very sensitive subject and many people, though hopefully none of you guys, have experienced this. So please, don't joke about it. Um, our new subject is on how to help and deal with abuse."
Frank gulped, turning his gaze from the front of the classroom.

"We'll be looking at the different types of abuse, the reasons and how to help fix those that have been broken by this. If anyone at any moment doesn't feel comfortable then just say and you can be excused."
Frank didn't feel comfortable. He just wanted to get out now. Now. But he couldnt, could he? because then everyone would start to guess. Gerard noticed as his breathing quickened.
"Hey, Frank. You okay?" Gee asked, worried that frank might just pass out. Frank stuttered: "um, y-yeah, I'm fine. I, um, just feel a little bit sick."
"We'll if your gunna be sick then please don't aim it at me!" He joked quietly. But Frank just seemed to look more in pain and more distressed as the teacher kept on talking.
"Can anybody here name any types of abuse, hands up guys."
"Animal abuse!" Somebody from the front cried out.
"Sexual abuse!" Somebody else said. That made a few people near the door laugh but they stopped as soon as they realised that the teacher was staring at them.
"Bullying!"
"Harassment!"
"Physical abuse!"

Frank couldn't take it much longer. His eyes were welling up and tight pain was rising in his chest. He found it increasingly hard to breathe. How could people just talk so casually about it? Did they really understand? But he couldn't let them know. No, he'd just made a new friend and didn't want to scare him away after a few days by telling him about what happened at home. He would keep it a secret for as long as he could, he didn't want to cause any trouble or worry people. And what would his parents do if they found out that he'd broken 'their little secret'?
"Emotional abuse!!!" Somebody shouted from the back of the classroom. The teacher nodded, paying particularly close attention to, what was his name again? Ah, yes, Frank. His palms where sweating and his skin had turned to a sickly unhealthy looking vampire white. His eyes were closed trying to stop the tears from falling.
Gerard noticed this.

"Hey Frank, you sure your okay?" He asked, concerned that something terrible was wrong.
"Gerard.... I think I'm gunna throw up." He whispered back. The caring teacher knew that something was definitely wrong so she set a small bit of work while she went to go and check that everything was okay. She walked over to the two of them, her blue eyes peering through the fringe that hung down to her eyes.
"Hey, you guys alright?" She asked.
Frank couldn't speak. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth that he might throw up everywhere.
"Um, Franks just not feeling the best at the moment Miss." Gerard replied with instead, glancing over to see Franks hands shaking.
"Well why don't you head down to the medical room or the bathroom then Frank. I think that Gerard should go with you, though. Just incase you need any help." She said softly.
"Okay, thanks Miss." Gerard said helping Frank to his feet. He leaned heavily on him, Gerard taking most of the weight, "see you later". He picked up their bags on the way out, avoiding any possible eye contact with any other human. At this very moment in time Frank was his top priority. And now he had to try and help his friend...

Notes

Hiya. This is my last post until the morning. (I'm writing this in the dark and a moth keeps flying past and nearly landing on my face. I think I might name him Lee. I don't know why I'm writing this.....) So hope you enjoy. :) thanks for all the veiws and stuff. Xx