Short horror stories

Terror

The skin ripped open. The continuous slashes worsening with every hit. The wounds were bleeding. The blade dropped to the floor as he cried. He screamed as he held his wrist. He was sobbing on the floor. This boy was desperate. He didn't want to live. Cutting was a way of releasing his emotions. Of course he knew that, but the others didn't. The blade covered in blood was remaining on the floor before the boy picked it up again. He cleaned it and put it back in his secret spot. His wrists were still gushing with blood. The boy fell to the floor as he saw black. That boy never woke up...