The entire story quickly told from Frank's POV

The grey skies seemed too fitting like they knew my heartache and pitied me. they shone a pale white light into the small barred windows of my filthy, grimy classroom.

It had been six months since I left, six months since my parents told me we were up and leaving, no warning, no explanation, not a single fuck given about me.

I missed him so much, I missed his long hair, his round face, his warm hugs , I missed his voice, his laugh, his drawings I miss crying on his shoulder and him crying on mine, I miss being able to open with someone, being able to actually talk to someone, to be able to look into their eyes and see someone worth living for.

I can't deny that the thought of running away hadn't crossed my mind, one night, I had felt so god damn lonely that I thought about stealing away in the night. I planned out my escape down to the last cent. I had money, food, clothes, all packed in a waterproof bag.

"Frank, at least pretend to pay attention!"

"Sorry, sir,"

I felt like days dragged on forever without him like the sun had gone away and fizzled out.

Soon, the end of the day drew close, he quickly attempted to subtly walk past the group of dicks who insisted on pushing him over and hitting his books to the floor.

"Oi," he failed. he stood still, hoping if he didn't turn around to face them they would magically leave him alone.

"So, we found out about your little boyfriend."

Franks mind racing, what? How had they found him, what happened to him?

"I don't know what you're on about."

"Oh no, come on, one of the students tried to get in touch with you, through me. it seems something happened to him."

"What are you on about, who talked to you, what happened to him," Frank blurted out.

"Well, it seems pretty boy's cutting himself, wonder why, despite the fact he had the pleasure of meeting you, well it doesn't surprise me!"

Frank looked at him, intensely, he couldn't physically decide whether to break down crying, run away, punch him right in his fucking face, or just stand still and let it sink in.

He drew his fist and in one swift motion, he punched him right in the center of his face, knocking him out cold, the whole hall of busy students turned to see the skinny kid, who actually managed to knock out the toughest kid in school.

He turned around, ran straight home, letting the blood painfully pump round his body, sucking the air out of his lungs, but his mind was fixated on Gerard, he couldn't care less for the pain shooting up his body, he began writing a note to explain his whereabouts to his parents, grabbed his bag and headed for the nearest station, he just hoped he wasn't too late.