Cutting Edge (Frerard)

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.Gerard.
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"Frank?"

I said, concern in my tone of voice,
"You alright there?"

Frank had been staring off into space, his eyes still and his breathing calm.
To be honest, he looked beautiful.

Looking around the class, I realise absolutely no one is paying attention.
Frank isn't, I wasn't,  no one else was. But as I looked around I caught sight of bob who has small tears forming as he held his wrist tightly. He must of banged it on the table?

The teacher, Mrs Allhallows, had left to get tech support as she was getting too fustrated with her computer. I went over to Bob and asked what was wrong.

"I'm fine" , he said as he took his hand away from his covered wrist, blood covering his hand.

"Y-you're bleeding.. Do I need to get a nurse?"
His baggy sleeve, in that brief moment it was down I saw his cut up flesh, newly cut up flesh may I add. I felt torn.

How could he do that to his body? How is he feeling.  I couldn't even imagine that.
But it sparked something..

What would it feel like?

I gave Bob a quick hug and rushed back to my seat before Mrs Allhallows came back in.
Random thoughts began to cross my mind.
What would I cut with?
What's sharp?
Would it hurt?
Am I okay?

I settled my mind down by doodling plans on where i would be getting sharp objects from.

Why was I excited?
Is this cool?

I'll wait and see..