Thank you so much FallenFromLife for the cover art! I really like it! I feel special ;3 (Also, again, not the best photo, but it's there for a visual effect r something XD)

Sky instantly shot up, looking for the cries of help. "PLEASE!" The voice begged. He ran towards the noise, coming apon a locked door. Wasn't this the art room? Sky tried opening the door, it remained locked. He tried banging against it, nothing. Sobbing could be heard from the room, the faint sound of flesh ripping could be heard. "I'M TRYING!" Sky yelled, stepping back. He rammed his whole body against it, multiple times. He tried once more, and with a crack, it slammed open. Sky starred into the room. He gasped at the sight. The person was indeed alive...
It was Brice. And i dark figure stood beside him. "HEY!" Sky yelled, "GET AWAY FROM HIM!" The person had a black cloak on, hood up, hiding his face. They laughed, dripping the needle still attached to string, and fled. It seemed to go..into the wall, disappearing. Sky ran to the bleeding artist,rushing to help. Sky, however, couldn't help but stop, taking in his appearance. His left arm was tied to the ceiling by the strings, where the joint bent, it was stitched together. His other arm was tied twice to his body, that too, was stitched on. One leg was stitched at the knee, a pencil stabbed into the back. His....eye was ripped out, by the looks of it, a button was about to be sowed on, it rested beside him. Blood poured from it. The other was closed, tears pouring from that. A smile was half stitched into his face, like Jason's, half was open in a sob. His neck was half sewn, the needle dangling from a thread, the last thing they was doing before the hooded person fled. Sky snapped back to reality when he heard a weak 'h-help'. He ran to the boy, wondering how he could help. His silence scared Brice even more. "I-I...don't no what t-to do.." Sky whispered, starring at the mess. "I...I-'ll die...a-any..w-way.." He whispered, opening his one good eye. Sky shook his head, however knew he would. "Wh...who did this?" He asked after a moment. He glanced at the sketch pad beside him. "I'm sorry, Brice. I wish I could have done more..." Brice weakly smiled, despite the pain, "I-It's alright....I-It...w-was..." He suddenly stopped talking, his head dropped. And he went limp.