Corinne tries to cheer him up

She’s brought him chocolate
they sit on his bed, eating chunks.
Frankie says
I’m not sure the pills are helping.
But then, says Corinne,
It’s not surprising yer feel blue,
everyone else does too.
We just lost Nana
and we nearly lost you.
Frankie does a wonky smile.
Will yer think about coming back
to school? It might be better
than frettin at home.
Frankie lies there, saying nowt
trying to work out what it is
that feels so hard:
It’s just like I’m all wrong.
I don’t know where I belong.
Aye. Well. Have yer tried
writin in yer book?
Frank shakes his head,
Try thinking aboot all the things yer like -
music, food, places ye were happy.
Frankie rolls his eyes at her
and lies on his back
as the world outside
turns to white.