Ballad of Rain

Chapter One

     It was a calm October night, everything was silent and still, everything but Rain, a 19 year old, who was up due to his rather unhealthy habits. He sat in the corner of his room, holding a sharpened steel blade. It was cool to the touch in his now shaking hand. As he pressed the blade against his skin, he couldn't help but let out a quiet cry of both agony and relief. As the blade punctured his skin, tears slowly rolled down his flushed cheeks, and a smile of relief began to form. He sat there watching the blood trickle down his forearm, to his fingertips, then to his carpet. After some time passed he got up and walked to the bathroom. He started the shower and got undressed. While stepping into the shower he winced, as the steaming water made his fresh cuts sting. After washing his cuts and drying off, he put some clothes on and climbed into bed. It didn't take long for the now exhausted Rain to drift to sleep.