Blood taste

Blue eyes, glowing in the night. Caramel hair swirls around the face of the child. Hoodie stained red with blood, fingers and wrists gouged horribly. Girl. Red hair. Must die? No. Must apologize.
Primal urges guide him, digging the razor deeper into his arms.
White fabric turned red, head twitches to the side, splattering blood across the scene.
The father.
The door opened.
The child jumped. "F-father?"
The man's eyes widened.
"C-Ciel!"
The child screamed. "It's not what it looks like!"
The man pulls out his phone. Three beeps as his finger makes contact with the buttons.
The child licks his cuts, filling his mouth with the iron taste of his own blood.
He smiled up at his father. 
"Father. Leave me be or..."
The door banged open.
The police rushed into the room, swarming the boy.
"Ciel... don't worry. Everything... It'll be okay."