"Does it hurt?"
"Huh?" I look at him confused.
"It hurts here, right?" He points a finger against my heart.
I only laugh, "What are you talking about?"
I nervously puts my arm behind my back, hiding the new scars. The scars on the arm, because I can't hide the scars in my heart.
He sees the arm behind my back.
"You stopped right?"
"Yeah, I stopped a while ago." I smile. The fake smile again.
He smiles back, "good, I don't want you to hurt yourself."
He grabs my neck and pulls out the knife. "What color are your blood?"
I smile more, "I don't remember."