Chapter 1
Chapter 2

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Frank's P.O.V

  Now, standing next to Mikey in the corridor, I'm being introduced to three of his friends. When we walked up to them, I'd noticed one out of the three first. He was about Mikey's height, maybe a bit shorter, with shaggy soulder length black hair falling slightly into hazel eyes. He wore a grey hoody with the hood up shadowing his face further. His appearence intrigued me. I'd never seen anyone like him, or the others for that matter, in LA.

 "Frank, this is Ray, Bob," He began, pointing to the other two boys in turn, "And Gerard." He finished, finally indicating to the one with the shaggy hair. "Guys, this is Frank. He's new and I said we'd show him round the school." He added a huge stupid grin on his face.

 "Oh rightl. Hey!" Gerard said stepping forward and shaking my hand. I laughed at the formalness of the action. 

  Hang on, did I just laugh? Since when do i laugh?

 You're making friends. You're going to be happy! 

  Taking hold of my elbow Mikey led me to the next class, health, which I apparently had with both him and Gerard. Nothing interesting happened, until lunch. They insisted that I ate with them, and I agreed. I told them I just needed to go to my locker and I'd be with them. I reached in, retrieving the little bottle. I popped a pill in my mouth and swallowed, turning round to be met by Mikey looking up at me.

 "What are they?" He asked, a look of confusion and worry? on his face.

 "Anti-depressants." I said simply, putting the bottle back in my locker and slamming the door shut.

 "Frank, why are you on ADs?" He asked, more confusion written across his face now. 

 "I don't want to talk about it. Just drop it. Please?" I looked at him pleading. Yeah, I wanted someone to talk to, someone to spill my problems to. I wasn't going to do this to someone I'd just met and the first person who offered friendship. 1) they may be able to use it against me somehow and 2) it would scare them off, leaving me alone again. I would wait and when I thought I could trust him, I would explain. When I thought we were good enough friends. He nodded silently and we walked back to the group, a worried expression still on his face. Gerard picked up on it and whispered something in his ear and Mikey replied. I had History with Gerard next, so I'd ask him what they were saying.

History.

  I felt a piece of paper being pushed towards me from the direction of Gerard next to me. I looked down to see it partially covered in slightly messy handwriting. I began to read out of curiousity.
 
  Ok, don't be mad. Why are you on Anti-depressants? Mikey told me. I know you've only known me since this morning, but you can talk to me...

  I looked up at him and then wrote my reply.

  He told you?! I asked him to drop it! I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to scare you off with my problems. I don't want to lose the first sign of friendship I've ever been shown.

  He read it and the same worried expression that Mikey had came onto his face. Soon, the paper was be pushed back towards me. 

  Look, I know he shouldn't have told me, but he did because he thinks I can help. I went through a stage where I was on ADs last year. I didn't talk to anyone, not even them. It got me even more messed up. I just want to help.

  I read it and wrote a reply. 
 
  You can't help me. No one can bring back the dead can they.

  That was all I was letting him know. I wasn't going to explain my whole problem. I knew that if I started talking about Dad and Jake, I would start crying. I wasn't into the stage of grief where I could talk about them happily yet. The pain of losing them was still raw. Even at writing those words, I felt a tear prick my eye. He slid the paper back towards me.

  Take my number, if you want to talk to me, then ring. I'm just saying, talking to someone will help. Here, 445-698-099

  I looked up and smiled. For some reason I felt like I would ring him and be ready to spill everything to him. He wanted to help, I could see that. He'd been in the same boat as me.