Attempted Suicide Stories Novels & Stories

So maybe if I were to strike rock bottom or to have a not so surprising relapse- Maybe if I happen to climb that red bricked rooftop again, letting the wind away my hair- Maybe if I were to loose faith in happiness again, or in hope- It wouldn't take a near death experience to realize that it was all not worth it. Is it though? **** FIVE YEARS AGO "Jacqueline Baie Frodd, 18-" "-attempted suicide, visible head trauma-" "-hypotensive, possible abdominal bleedi-" The voices of each paramedic overshadowed the other as I was wheeled into the hospital. My eyes parted with blurry vision, failing to picture my environment. "She's dying. Somebody get a crash cart in here-"

I didn't answer immediately, thinking about the entire idiotic position I pushed myself into, Serena then continued seeing my prolonged silence, "Was it because of me? Were you pushed over the edge? I am so sorry. If I didn't let people walk all over then nothing of the sort would've happened." I shook my head in negative, "No it wasn't that, I just lost the will to live anymore." Serena gasped at this and even Austin, Brian and Jason who were sitting relaxed became stiff all of a sudden, "Due to the fact that I started stressing too much and the fact it didn't make it any easier that somehow my tormentors actually somehow appealed for the case to be reopened. After that accident I completel

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.

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!"

Perhaps, a noose around my throat that tried to hang me in the brete “In any case, I will try to convince her” "What about abortion, Ismail?" He snooped with his eyes fixed on the screen of that device. "Are you serious, Caden?" "I'm not accusing you, I just want to know if it happened or not." "Not the way it says there," I sighed, evoking the gray moments burned into my memory; not being ready to talk about it, but I did. One night, after returning from the monthly medical appointment, we argued, then the next day I decided to call Brenda, who took care of Mariané during my absences, in fact most of the time. I was going out, I didn't feel like staying, if we did we would end up arguing ag