The danger of secrets

I feel the cold pavement pressing against my back. Warm liquid drenches my shirt and a sharp and throbbing pain in my abdomen. I let out a small whimper. I know He can hear me. He has always had a good ear. I hear His footsteps near my limp body. My eyes pop open and it takes a second to adjust to the night. I look up to meet Him face to face. My breath gets caught in my throat. He leans down to place his lips to my ear. His lips brush my skin and I shiver, remembering the previous moments we have shared like this. He whispers calming words but all I can do is focus on his hand that is slowly rising and as it does so does the knife he was gripping with white knuckles. My eyes caught on the edge of the knife where drops of blood drip down to my face, trickling down my cheek and down to my cold, clammy skin. The knife slowly nears my neck. Closer and closer it comes. Yet, He still whispers those terrifying and innocent words. Terror freezes my body as I feel warm tears stream down my face. The knife swings down to my throat and I let out an ear piercing scream.