Attempted Suicide Stories Novels & Stories

He looked at me curiously, "Chloe, is there something you would like to tell me about?" I confessed, "I tried committing suicide when I was younger. The only reason I wasn't successful is my werewolf healing." He sat on the bed and pulled me onto his lap, "Why and how?" I answered, "When I was thirteen, things started piling up on me. I was being bullied in school, I was having horrific visions and I had no way to process them. I knew nothing about what was happening to me, except that all of these people in these visions depended on me to find them and help them. I had never really dealt with the loss of my parents. It adds up. One night, I had gone to a party with Samantha. She took off wi

George’s POV “So that’s the reason, you wanted to kill yourself again?” My voice came out sharp, laced with anger as my eyes bore into him. He shook his head firmly. “No. I wasn’t trying to commit suicide this time… I just got lost under the sea while diving. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe… that’s why I almost drowned.” I didn’t know if I could believe him. He had already tried to end his life several times before.

So, I ended up excusing myself early, and went straight to my room. In my dark personal space, I bypass Finneas, The Paper Kite, and Linkin Park for some ambient music. I fish through my desk for a stranded beef jerky, and tell myself to get over it. There are different ways to die. There’s jumping off a roof and there’s slowly poisoning yourself with the salted flesh of another every single day. I sign onto the computer, and start typing: January 17: According to the New York Times, nearly 20 percent of suicides are committed by poison, but among doctors who kill themselves, that number is 57 percent.

"No, Melissa, there isn't. I want you to marry me. I'll explain everything to you, and when I do, it'll all make sense to you. I just need you to agree to my proposal." I couldn't comprehend what he was saying. Just some days ago, I got the greatest shock of my life — being rejected by everyone I loved and called family, and then losing everything I had, almost committing suicide — and now suddenly becoming somebody's wife outta nowhere… I paused and took another glance at him. My suicide attempt... I gasped inwardly — it was him. It was him who stopped me from jumping off that building. I couldn't look at him anymore, overwhelmed with shame. He knew me. He knew what I had attempted to do.

He tried to kill himself three times. The first time he slit his wrist and his Alpha and best friend, Michael found him unconscious in the tub. He was almost dead. The second time Michael walked in right as he stepped off a stool and tried to hang himself. The third time Ryder and Michael walked in right after he downed a bottle of sleeping pills. Michael had to shove his fingers down his throat and made him throw them up.

My body was a prison and apparently, one of my own making. “Does everyone know…that I…?” “Alpha reported that you had been poisoned. There was nothing further discussed. Only me, a few nurses, Charles, and Samuel know the truth.” I swallowed. “The truth…that I tried to commit…suicide…” He nodded after a long stretch of silence. “It’s common for survivors of suicide attempts to not to remember what happened. It’s your mind going on the defensive and locking away the memories that drove you to such extremes. So that it doesn’t happen again, our mind removes those memories as its own self defense.”

They even said that a liar like me brought disgrace on the Jennings family. After a few times, my parents, who were supposed to dote on me, only had eyes for the adopted daughter. The place that should have been mine was completely taken over by someone else. I attempted suicide and almost died, being sent to the hospital. Lying there in that sterile hospital bed, I watched the people who were supposed to love me glare at me like I was a burden. My mom's voice was full of disappointment.

His tears landed on my hand, feeling like they would burn right through my skin. His eyes were sunken and bloodshot. It had been days since he'd slept. When a nurse came to change my bandage, he shot to his feet, overturning the chair in his haste. "Be gentle. She can't stand being in pain." The nurse was startled by him and made sure to handle me gently. Rowan had been able to maintain some semblance of rationality during my first two suicide attempts. This time, however, he broke down completely. "She moved!" He grabbed the doctor's sleeve, saying shakily, "I saw her finger move!"

Anthony yelled at her, “What are you doing? I was playing a live game! Why are you interfering with what I’m doing? If you have so much free time, go find something to do! Don’t bother me!” As he spoke, he reached out to grab his phone back. In the altercation, he shoved Samantha to the floor. Samantha could not hold it back anymore and cried while still on the floor. “Your sister-in-law, Katrina, got severe depression after Aiden’s death. When I went to bother her, she committed suicide. Their daughter, Madison, was forced onto the streets. “But I still didn’t give up after that. I was still trying to find Aiden so he could donate his kidney to you. I let Madison get hit by a truck and left

It had Mount Khuko, heavy snow, and innocent people. But most of all, it was where I'd begin my new life. I opened a small clinic here. I knew nothing of what had happened back in Lexington, nor did I ever try to find out. But one day, I happened to see the news on TV. "Tasha Snyder, CEO of Snyder Group, attempted to commit suicide at home in the early hours of the morning." "Dr. Miller?" My patient had to call out to me several times before I snapped out of it.