Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-33288486-20171008054920/@comment-7673575-20171008142658

My Mental Illness lead to me killing my best friend (Wrong capitalization. Correct: My Mental Illness Lead to Me Killing My Best Friend) My Best Friend died and it's all my fault. Was this necessary? I regret all of it. (Unnecesary capitalization. Write it down like this: My best friend died...)

She's dead, and it's all because of my OCD.

My friend Anna and me meet in 5th grade, she was the new girl. While she was called whore, prostitute (not a really good insult. Also a pleonasm at this point), or slut by the other boys, I didn't call her that shit ("I didn't call her like that" would look better). Thing's (Things) were fine, until high school. She started suffering from paranoid schizophrenia and I started suffering from OCD. Her first few signs were a irrational belief that grass was plotting against her and she must burn all forms of grass (How high were you when you wrote this? Awesome!). Around the same time I started having my mental condition. I was obsessed with killers like Ted Bundy, Jack the ripper (Ripper) and even Hitler (Hitler was a madman, but not really a killer: maybe someone else). I used to pratice (practice) shooting (seems illogical that you would be given a gun) and stabbing things like paper, plastic and even dead dogs. I eventually took myself to a psychiatrist and he diagonsed me with OCD.

I told him about how I was obsessed with murderer's (murderers) and how my obsession might lead to me killing some day. Eventually, I looked on the deep web for hitmen/hitwomen to hire so I could commit murder with the help of someone else. (Escalation: first he tries to get help, then out of the blue he resigns to killing someone. Must be rewritten.) I tried finding any hitmen that didn't want much payment but close to $80 but sadly nothing. My obsessive thought took over and I wrote on a peice (piece) of paper to myself saying (')How could this happen to me or anyone(?'). Why do I have intent to take someone elses life? Once I tried taking my life to prevent murder but all slit wrist (wrists) do is bleed, death happens 3% if (of) the time. (incorrect) I eventually killed her on april (April) 13th 2003.  (Again, escalation. No plot points in between. Must be rewritten.) 

 The trial came for her wrongful death and I was found guilty but mentally ill for the shooting of Anna, as of now I can't get over what I did but I am currently out of a mental hospital and crying over what I have done. (Messy. Very messy, Try rewriting this.)



 All in all, the story has little to no plot, multiple grammar and formating errors, and is far too rushed. Rewrite it and post it here again: then I can give it a proper review :)