In Heaven's Arms (ON HIATUS)

The Rain - Chapter 1

Rainfall.
Was all the boy could hear when he woke from his deep slumber. He opened his Sapphire blue eyes and found himself staring at a white ceiling. The sound of a symphony of drips and drops woke him from this trance known as sleep. He looked at his body, dressed strangely and in a white bed, the covers keeping him warm from the cold air that the storm outside provided. He sat up on the bed and looked around. White equipment, curtains, and the constant beep sound that occurred every 3 seconds....Beep ...Beep ...Beep
He was in the hospital, but that wasn't what shocked him. He was alive, and that's all the boy thought about. He looked down at his right arm, covered in scars and bruises. His eyes became half-lidded with a sense of failure. Clear tears started to run down his cheeks, around the laugh lines of his mouth, down his chin and dropped. The reflection of the tear drop caught his eye as he saw it fall it what seemed like slow motion.
Pulling up his white attire, the boy then looked at the scar the ran across his stomach, now stitched up. He let go and the cloth returned to covering the scar that ran throughout his body. He breathed deeply, and closed his eyes to remember what happened.
The last memory that came to his mind was that of the blade. The silvery chrome, the jagged edges, the cool steel, as it sliced through warm flesh. Now stained with a crimson red. He remembered falling. His face hitting the carpet as his stomach opened, blood spilling out. He remembered his parents coming into the room and running towards him as everything descended into a cold darkness.
He opened his eyes and looked out the window. The street was littered with cars going in and out, the red and white lights going across his field of vision. The sight was distorted, a constant rainfall made seeing the cars quite difficult and made the lights create streaks that danced across his vision. To him, this sight was quite beautiful. He brought his hands to his face, touching the soft cold skin. His fingers then traced the outline of his face. The small thin lips, the innocent blue eyes, the handsome nose. the pointed chin. He brought his hand forward into his field of vision as it turned around and touched the glass.The glass was cool to the touch, his palm relaxing from the feeling. He turned away from the glass to get a better look at the room. The white marble floors, the soft blue curtains and the table of food next to his bed. He sighed and looked out the window.The pouring rain was a beautiful sight. He then looked over at the table and found a notepad and paper. He reached and grabbed both items before returning to look out the window. He clicked his pen and started to write..."My name is Simon, and this is my story about the rain..."'-~-~-~-==

First Chapter, hope you enjoyed