Attempted Suicide Stories Novels & Stories

(Kayshila) That day I decided something I've done over and over and always failed. I want to take my life. I don't know how many times I decided to commit suicide, and I certainly looked at the small knife I took from the kitchen just now. A few scratches on my wrist, right in the path of my veins that look thin protruding. I can't count how many light streaks there are because the wound always heals quickly every time I commit suicide. My hope this time is, hope I succeed in taking my own life.

I just smiled. "I'm happy." I smiled as a few tears escaped. "Me too, baby girl." He wiped my tears and then placed a kiss on my lips. "This should be interesting to tell my parents." I chuckled. "For all they know, you're on a long vacation in Hawaii gathering your thoughts." He chuckled too. My mind zoned out to the moment I tried to take my life at that bridge. I never told Nate about it. "You okay?" I sighed, "I tried to commit suicide, months after you left, my world came crashing and I had nothing to live for. If Isaac hadn't been there that day, I wouldn't be here sharing this moment with you."

" Well, I just thought you aren't a fan of stories like that. " " I am! Can you please tell me now, Sis? Pretty Please? " " Um, okay. But it will only be In a summary. " " Alright. " " The story is about a young fifteen-year-old girl, Sushie Williams who attempted suicide due to being severely Depressed. She felt like no one loves and wanted her so she tried killing herself.." " That's so sad. For a young girl to think like that, then she must have gone through a lot. "

I asked her, as we walked towards the ward. "Two brothers, mid-thirties, tried to jump off a building. Thank God the fire department was called. They landed safely on a Browder Life Safety Net." she said, and my eyes widened. Great, suicide cases. I never liked those. They were more difficult to deal with. "File them under attempted suicide cases, in the S.I. files." I told her and turned around to head back to my office, but she stopped me in my tracks and looked at me.

“Why don’t you do everyone a favor and just die? Kill yourself why don’t you?” My smiled turned slightly forced as my scars started to ache. The scars on my wrist are signs of my tries. The sign of my tries and fails. How I was so close to my sweet escape only to be yanked back to my own personal horror show. So yes I tried. I took their advice. I took all their advice. To slitting my wrist, to overdose, to drowning, to purposely making him mad so he could hit me one, two many times, to even choking myself. I’ll escape the blissful darkness only welcome me for a short time before I’m back.

It was a never-ending cycle of pain and suffering for me, and I just wanted to be accepted for who she I and not judged based on my past. A young werewolf from a pack that shunned me due to my parents’ history as enemies of the pack, I was once pushed to the brink of desperation some years back. Tired of the constant torment, I turned to the only escape I saw fit – suicide. I consumed a toxic cocktail of substances, hoping to end the pain once and for all. However, my strong wolf blood fought against the poisons, writhing in agony as my body violently rejected the substances. Despite my desperate efforts, I could not escape my curse, surviving the suicide attempt but forever scarred by the t

Sheena swallowed, stunned by the memory of everything that had happened to her at the hands of Carlos. "I still feel the touch of men I don't know." She hugged herself as if the trauma of what had happened had returned. Gaze tried to stand up to go to his wife, but Sheena's parents intervened. "Do you know how many times I almost killed myself?" How many times I just wanted to disappear so the pain would go away; how many times I attempted suicide back then but.. S-someone stopped me." Sierra hugged her husband as she observed and listened to Sheena's complaints. "Sheena," she said quietly.

I knew my dad was cheating on my mom for the longest time but never told her 11. The day my dad left everything to me was the day I lost myself 12. My first tattoo was of my own name at 16 on my arm done by Julian when he was 15 13. Yes, It was embarrassing and I regret it 14. I lay awake at night thinking about my overdose and how unfair that was to you 15. At age 15 I attempted suicide to escape this life but Julian’s dad found me before I could try and talked me out of it, you are now the only living person besides me who knows that

My family will be safe. Now shehryaar will be searching for me but now I'm far.... I cried... Cried.... I don't wanna live anymore... At least suicide can reduce my pain.... I will live safely... Yes... I will do suicide. I began to walk to the hills so I can jump from there.... Suddenly.... Someone put the cloth on my mouth and everything went black.... Allah ...what happened with me... Am I kidnap but who... Is this the same man.... I can't think anymore....

I said A guy entered the door and smiled at me. "Come, sit, you are Ian Ceasar, right?" I asked. 'Yes, doc" He answered. I remember that this guy is suffering from depression. "Okay, Ian, tell me your story," I asked "Well, Doc, I have a friend started who to kill herself because of me" He started" She is my best friend, she thought that I am having an affair with her boyfriend, I explained everything and she did not believe me, last week she tried to commit suicide in her bedroom" He started crying.