"Red Water" a salad fingers fan story

Chapter 1

(Warning!!! There is alittle self harm in this, so I wanted to warn you about that)

It was a year after they found out that His father died. It devastated his mother, Salad and Hubert weren't as effected, but still were. Salad sat in his room fiddling with the things in his trunk when his brother, now three, wobbly walked into his room. Salad looked up when he heard his brother.
"Oh, hello Hubert" Salad said somberly. Hubert waved his hand in an out of control fashion and went to sit with his brother.
"Hai salad" said his brother, understanding how to talk now. He looked at the picture of everyone on Salad's nightstand. "is daddy going to be okay?" He asked innocently, not knowing that their father was dead.
"Um....yes..he is in a better place" Salad whispered saddened when he thought of his father. He didn't know his father well and only knew him for a month, he wished he knew him better, for at least one more week. He saw Hubert walk out of the room with a happy expression as if he forgotten about their father, but he knew that he didn't. Salad went out of his room to get some water, and saw his mother mourning her husband's death.
His mother turned to see Salad and tried to put on a smile and said. "Oh Salad! I'm so happy to see you! Your father before he...." she paused, trying not to cry, then continued, "he wanted me to give this to you!" She said handing Salad a box "go ahead, open it!" He smiled at her son.
"Okay..." Salad said opening the present. He smiled when he saw what was inside, it was a little toy horse. "wow, my own Charlie horse, thank you mum" he hugged his mother tightly, she hugged back. He could hear his mother sniffling, trying not to cry once again. She then let go and walked to the kitchen, about to preparing to cook lunch.
Salad went back upstairs, knowing that lunch will take a while. When he got to his room, he took out the trunk with the rusty things and started to fiddle around with them, when he got cut. He cursed under his breath and looked at the blood coming out of his finger. "Red.....water?" He asked himself quietly, he had never cut himself before, he was fascinated by the crimson liquid on his finger. Being the six year old he is, he tasted it. It tasted kind of like metal to him, he liked it. He smiled, giggling slightly at his wound, for a second he forgot about his father's death for alittle.
   He decided to do a little experiment, he purposely cut himself again. The pain made him feel good in a way, so he continued until his mother called him down for lunch. He quickly covered the cuts on his arms with his shirt as he went down stairs. His mother had a sweet but grim tone to her as she said.
   "Here is your lunch salad" she had a smile on her face as she looked on at the picture on the family, with the now dead father in it. They sat silently, all thinking of what was and what could've been.

(Here is the first chapter, leave a comment on what I should write next!)