La caverne d'Alex Stinvel !

Need Help !

Salut tout le monde ! J'ai un little problem !

J'ai un projet d'anglais à rendre pour demain, un petit one shot à écrire, et j'ai besoin d'aide pour les fautes ? 
C'est censé être une histoire gothique, dooonc...
Si vous pouviez m'aidez avant.... minuit, que je puisse l'imprimer ? Ce serait super .

Voici le texte : 

Believe me.

One step, a pirouette and an arabesque.

C, D, E, G, D, E, D

One step, then another, slower and sliding against the ground, and a new one.
Then we repeat, again, again, again and again.
The tissu flies in the air, against the pale skin stained with carmine, and the flounces float with her breaths and the wind. The open window lets in another breeze, cold and wintry, raising the dark hair and carrying the sound of screams, making the lips dry and bluish, cracked like cracks in the walls. Ancients stones doesn't try to protect her from the cold, standing there and motionless, the old impassable walls damaged by time.

Agile, thin, the fingers is curved, sharp when they shouldn't be, the point of the claws shining under the moonlight, pointing to the sky in a prayer, which from the depths of the underworld will remain inaudible.

Then the red drips, so beautiful and rich, sliding along the fingers, hand, arm. And it falls on the ground, on the poor planks that has forgotten since a long time what their color was. The parquet couldn't be more beautiful, the wood soaked and decorated for the occasion, as red as the wine, as the rose petals that you could see from the windows.

And the music, which had stopped in silence, resumes. Of the violin, apiano and a bass, which in a symphony at first calm, gradually take hold the hysteria invading the piece in a blinding rage, making it become more jerky and frenetic, the notes overlapping in their search, scratching, biting, killing to overtake others, a cry, a cry for help on the tip of their tongue-

Then musical notes fly away, the volume suddenly burst, pushing their voices towards the clouds, the moon and beyond, as a supplication sent to him who didn't care anymore for a long time, as a scream built thanks all the accumulated despair and sorrow. But the illusion and the music break and a bitter, mad and twisted laughter is the only thing still running through the music, in the fast but weak vibrations of the soon-exhausted strings-

Thenthe body, which follows so well every variation of the melody, who twists in the air with the soles of the feet crawling on the blooding ground, freeze and-

Collapse.

She strikes the ground like a broken doll, all her ropes cut. She trembles on the floor, sobbing with the weak forces that her spirit leaves her, the cries resounding where the notes were dominant. Desperately, her hand slips in the air, in search of a support, a grip, anything she could hang herself to, not to sink again, not to lose herself in the demonic terror in his spirit-

Then her shadow wraps around her, the darkness hiding her like a blanket when her scream sounds, the echo shaking every object of the old dilapidated room, sending the dirty and torn curtains into the air-

The woman is thrown into oblivion, under the long-toothed smile of the penetrating darkness, who laughs without restraint like a madman in a horror movie.

His smile is white, his eyes are red, and the horns shine under the moon with blood, then everything disappeared.

I'm taking a long breath.

Then hands grab me, pull me back, and I scream as chains close around my wrists, not because of pain, but because-

That asylum room is empty.

The window is closed, the candles that once lit the room are extinguished, the wood of the stage is black and rotten by the years, the curtains reduces to a heap of dirty fabric on the floor, and the few chairs are overturned.

There is nothing.

But she was there. HE was there! I know it! I SAW HIM! The demon was there, he took her away. He took her away like everyone else before !
No proof was left behind. There was nothing, just the emptiness.

I'm not a lier ! It's true! It's really happening! I'm not crazy!
You believe me, right ? RIGHT ?!
Just this time, believe me !

Believe me, believe me, believe me!

Please.... believe me.....