Knife Dance

"If even the most important person can leave me, who won't?"
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The Brunette-haired boy fixated his gaze towards the dusty window, with noticeable stains and smudges. That same glass panel became the only thing which litt up the room shrouded by darkness from every corner. The lights were off due to that being to the boy's liking. The desk lamp's cable was a little too out of reach. Stretching out his body too much would strain him mentally and physically. 
Just one more day, he thought to himself. With the evening night reminding the youthful individual the day is almost over. Relief washed over him. For it had been a long day, too long for his liking. Finally witnessing it come to a close brought nothing but slight joy. Joy….an emotion long-forgotten. He did not recognise it nor did it recognise him. The gloomy fog in his reluctant mind had yet to fade however. Outrunning such wavering feelings proved futile. Other than to embrace if.
His fingers gently clutched a rusty, stained knife. Full of scratch marks even on the handle surprisingly enough. It looked like it endured a beating but barely. The sharp edge was blunter than it used to be from how damaged it is. However, at the same time it grew sharper with enough velocity and force to make a man bleed. And make someone bleed it did.
"How do you say, you got those cuts again?"
"My cat scratched me"
He remembered replying to his psychiatrist last week.
The brown-haired male looked towards his wrist. With multiple scars covering both sides and concerningly a little too long. Thankfully, nothing too severe to the veins.
'Creak'
"#####?"
The boy recoiled when a familiar voice spoke. This voice was as memorable as his nightmares.
"Y-yes?"
Stutters between the words were fairly noticeable. His glare met shadowy figures standing in front of an open door. The door which leads to his room. 
"Are you okay? You haven't been talking much recently"
The seemingly older man asked. Genuine concern beared in his tone. Something like a parent after noticing something is wrong with their child.
"I'm okay, just…please don't leave me, Father"
The shadow doesn't respond, not even a breath escapes their mouth.
The young boy could feel it staring at him. Even feeling the emotion of said stare. Uncanny and haunting this glance was. It felt like disappointment settling down on his fragile shoulders, light as a feather. The pressure was too much for the youthful boy.
"#####, Wake up!"
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His eyes finally opened. Back in his room. Now with torn photos and broken down picture frames. Glass shards scattered on the floor. His bed pillow is soggy. And those distorted eyes are itchy and cold. The sound of his heartbeat was louder than normal.
The door was opened. As the shadowy figure slowly walked away in the far distance of the hallway. From the looks of it, the hallway felt endless. As if the figure was becoming one with the darkness itself
The Brunette-haired boy sprinted towards the silhouette. Springing up from his mattress and felt the pressure on his feet to run increased. A fire in him burned tremendously at a high velocity. The young man jumped off and his socks were cut by shard pieces almost grazing his skin. Those footsteps were louder than any sound known to man. 
With hesitation ran into the darkness. Pitch blackness clouding his vision. With only voices of his own thoughts to restrain him.
"#####, honestly, I don't even know why I'm with you. I already told you I don't care about you"
"You are a disappointment"
"Those two years meant nothing to me"
"Why are you so blind?"
"You're the best son I could've ever ask for"
"It's okay, you can talk to me"
"Take care of yourself"
"Shut up, #####"
"#####, your faith in me was for nothing"
The shadowdy figure's voice repeated with no end to it. Until the youthful boy stopped himself. He didn't go forward or back. The male just stood there staring into the darkness.
"You were my father, you who made me who I am. Care about me, I never foresaw you coming down to this. I am your son no more."
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"But if a loved one can leave me, who can't? Is it worth to trust people despite that possibility?"