this a short story that i wrote in the middle of the night when i couldn't sleep its not good cuz i havent perfected it but what do you think ? I tried to control it but I just couldn't resis. He was upset and miserable and it was all my fault. I couldn't forgive myself for hurting him and the knife was right there, innocently calling my name. I fought against the urge to useit but it was too strong. I grabbed the knife and stared at it for a long time. Seeing no reason to wait I began. Cut. Cut. Cut. The blood gushed out and began flowing down my hand. Ahhhhh. The pain made me feel good. It felt like I was doing the right thing, after all I had hurt him much worse that what i was doing to myself. I headed to the bathroom and quickly cleaned my mess and the evidence. Then I looked at the cuts. So perfect yet painful to at at. What have I done? I can't start this now. I don't want it to happen again. If I get caught I'llb e taken to that crazy lady again. NO! STOP! This is not right and i mustn't do it again. But... wait nothing will happen if no one finds out. Besides its winter and I'm always wearing sweaters. What no one knows can't hurt right? After all it is my life you know.
It is okay. Try to seperate it into paragraphs, and make sure you check for tense errors, grammar errors, and spelling errors. The concept is okay, but a bit rushed and unclear. Try to patch these things up, and it'll be worth the read. Good effort!
