Smile For Me

He stood in the street, the rain drenching his clothes and hair, a butcher knife in his hand. He held the knife to his face. His pressed it to his skin, slicing deep into his cheek. Blood filled his mouth and poured from the incision. He did the same to the other side, a soft whimper escaping his bloody lips.The rain washed the blood away, but the scar remained; Whispers surrounded him, telling him to end it all, to end his life. He threw the knife to the ground, tears finally escaping his piercing blue orbs. He ran. He didn't know where he was running to, but he ran. He stopped at the edge of a forest before everything went black.