The Devil's reflection

Broken Rules

"You know that detention is served by my father. " Joey stated as he glanced at Frank across the cafeteria table. Frank didn't respond, he could feel Michael watching him but was staying silent. "Can you at least explain why you did it?" Joey asked.

"Stop it." Rin snapped as she dug in her lunch box pulling out a sandwich. She continued to dig as Joey turned his attention to the plate of cafeteria food in front of him. Rin pulled out another sandwich from her bag. "I guess mom packed me an extra." RIn smiled as she glanced at Frank.

"What?" Frank asked as he raised an eyebrow.

"You aren't eating again." Rin muttered as she set the second sandwich down and slowly pushed the food towards him with a small smile on her lips.

"I can't take your food Rin." Frank stated. Rin's smile faltered as she started pulling the sandwich. Julie reached forward snatching the sandwich before tossing it in front of Frank.

"I sai-"

"We can hear your stomach Frank. You aren't fooling anyone." Julie snapped, "So just eat." Julie said as Frank sent a glare at her before grabbing the sandwich as he carefully unwrapped it. He cast a glance over everyone else at the table as they dug into their food. Another growl escaped his stomach and he started to eat happy to finally have something else in him besides stolen granola bars. He was actually quite disappointed when the sandwich was gone before a bag of chips landed in front of him. Frank looked up at Rin as she grinned back, and he grabbed the bag off the table.

"Thank you." Frank muttered as the group fell into a comfortable silence as they sat around.

"Morrison." The secretary said as she walked up to the table before she brushed some of her blond hair behind her ear. "Principal MacMillan wishes to speak with you." The woman said as the group looked to him and Frank slowly got to his feet wolfing down the rest of the chips as he did. Grabbing his backpack Frank followed after the short, curly hair woman as she fixed her black glasses, before escorting him to the office and into the principal's office.

"Sit, Frank." Principal MacMillan ordered as he fixed his black and blue tie. Frank obeyed, slumping down into the chair and dropping the bag to the ground, he heard the huff from the principal as he rubbed at his forehead. "So you left your class." Frank flinched at the statement but sat up straight and held it together.

"Yes sir."

"Care to explain why?"

"... no sir..."

"So you are just going to take the detention without even trying to refute it?" Principal MacMillan asked as his eyes trailed to the backpack. "May I look in your bag?" Frank shifted as he glanced down at the bag.

"Why?"

"I have reasonable suspicion that you have snuck something into the school." Frank could feel his mouth go dry. "I can search your bag, Frank. So are you going to tell me what you brought into the school?" Principal MacMillan questioned as Frank tried to get his mind back under some semblance of control. Slowly, he leaned down and took the backpack in his left hand feeling the faint burn before passing it to the right. Getting to his feet he set it on the desk as Principal MacMillan raised an eyebrow in surprise at him. Slowly he removed the bag towards him before unzipping it and pulling out all of his notebooks. Principal MacMillan stopped staring in it for a few moments before reaching into the bag and Frank felt his stomach churn.

He was dead, he was so fucking dead. He was going to be expelled and go to jail because he couldn't get rid of this stupid blade. The stupid blade that caused everything, the voices, the hissing that seemed to never end. He just wanted it to be over at this point, he just wanted to be left alone.

"What is this?" Principal MacMillan asked. Frank raised his eyes up to look at the principal and was surprised to see him holding the burn ointment container.

"... burn ointment..." Frank muttered as the principal opened the container.

"Burn ointment?"

"You know for a burn..." Frank stated as the principal gave him a curious look. "For my arm..." Frank tried to clarify but it felt like he wasn't getting anywhere especially by the look he got back. Frank slowly got to his feet pulling his left arm from the sweater showing it to the principal. Shock clouded the man's stern feature as he set the container down and looked up at Frank.

"Frank..." Principal MacMillan started before cutting himself off. "I'll let you get back to lunch." He finished as Frank shoved his arm back into his sleeve, wincing a bit as he got it settled. Grabbing the container, he shoved it into the backpack yanking it off the desk. He headed back out to the cafeteria as he felt a now familiar chill run up his back, he didn't even have to look in the backpack to know it was back. 

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