Attempted Suicide Stories Novels & Stories

No one else had the information on her whereabouts… The next day, he set out a walk to a nearby forest and climbed up an oil- bean- tree with big branches, and hanged himself with the white rope on one of the projected branches. The white rope wrapped around his neck drew so tight. Almost immediately, stars appeared before his eyes. Reaching up, he clawed at the rope, dangling, as he struggled to draw a whistle of breadth into his constricted throat. As he continued dangling in the mid-air, stars continued to whirl before his protruded eyes, and the edges of his vision went going black. It was hard to commit suicide; he remembered reading somewhere in a suicide story. Hard to die suicidal or

"Something you've never told anyone. No defenses. No performance. Just truth." He sits across from me. Takes a breath. "I tried to kill myself three weeks after your father's funeral." The words fall like stones. "What?" "I couldn't live with what I'd done. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't breathe without remembering your face when you tried to call me and my number was disconnected. So I—" He looks away. "I stood on my balcony. Seventy-fifth floor. Thought about jumping. Would've done it except—" "Except what?"

As I stood nearby, I couldn't help laughing. Seeing him like this brought back memories. Years ago, my adoptive father had cursed and grumbled his way into my life the exact same way, and dragged me back from death. It was after my sixth suicide attempt. I didn't want to burden anyone anymore, so in the middle of the night, I jumped into the river. As the freezing water pulled me under, a pair of strong hands grabbed hold of me. While dragging me toward shore, he kept muttering under his breath.

“Don’t pull into the gas station. Turn around. Take me back right now.” My driver, James Lapman, did not question me. He simply found a path and made the turn. He pressed the accelerator to the floor and sped back as fast as the car would go. In another hour, my son, Billy Smith, would livestream his suicide attempt online. The last time around, he had been wailing in the livestream with such raw anguish that anyone watching would have believed I had been abusing him behind closed doors. However, only I knew the truth. I had nearly bled to death giving birth to him. Since then, he had been the center of my world. I gave him everything he wanted and never once raised my voice at him.

I heard the rush of air in my ears, followed by a loud thud as I felt the air cushion beneath me. My head spun, and I saw a crowd of people surrounding me. Michael happened to be driving by, and when he realized the person who had attempted suicide was me, he quickly pushed through the crowd, shouting my name. In the past, I had watched others attempt suicide and thought death seemed like an easy thing. But when it came to my own turn, I realized that dying was actually a very difficult task to complete.

And I would never forgive myself for that. But she was here. She was alive. And I wasn’t letting her go. Ever. I took out my cell phone, I checked the tabloids and of course Autumn was trending massively. According to the news she'd committed suicide by jumping off a bridge right after writing her confession which included all the atrocities she'd committed against her sister, Ava and many terrible things she'd done in details alongside evidences. She claimed to be ridden with guilt for killing Ava's baby and for that she was going to kill herself.

"Why won't you let me die? What's the point of living like this? Please just kill me already!" In the end, Tiana still had to continue enduring the torment. Tiana was caught begging on the streets on camera, and the image made the headlines. "Sabell Group's CEO Begging on Streets Post-Bankruptcy!" She attempted suicide by cutting her wrists the same night she saw the headlines, but the guards watching her stopped her. She tried to starve herself, but they used a feeding tube to keep her alive. She tried to drown herself in a lake, so they broke both her legs, leaving her to crawl on the ground.

I muttered. "When my parents died. My relatives said the same to me," I said. "My parents were coming to pick me from my friend's birthday party," I further said. "So you can understand what things I might have heard and I was like you. I blamed myself. I tried to do suicide but couldn't get courage," I said. "No one knows this but I indeed attempted to take my life and I regret it," I said, feeling him getting separated from me. "You are mad. Who does such things?" He angrily said.

I click on it, opening it. "You have decided to snub me, I'm so sad, I just wanted telling you something. I'm leaving this world, I've been so lonely for once, I have no one who loves me as a mate but yes, you are one to me. All these while I'd been calling you and messaging you for us to meet, I just wanted to tell you about my plan of attempting suicide." I didn't even finish this when he sent me a picture of the rope hanging from the ceiling which he has prepared to hang himself.

He became aware of the situation and found indeed his wife and children had died on American Airlines Flight 11, which meant the collapse of his perfect life, and drastically plunged into alcohol and despair. His first suicide attempt was the day after his family’s funeral. Dejected by the pain and in the solitude of his home, he slit his wrists while taking a shower in the bathtub at night. He watched as the water was dyed red, and when he was about to pass out from the lack of blood, he heard from the bathroom door a shadow told him again that everything would be fine. He woke up the next day in the hospital, and a nurse told him he was alive thanks to his housekeeper, who worried about hi