Attempted Suicide Stories Novels & Stories

I asked. He smiled as if reminiscing the event” When Mom died, I was so angry at myself; I felt I needed time to be alone so I went out of the community and went to the lake not far from the forest, I wasn't contemplating on suicide when I left but when I got there, I felt like drowning myself and so I jumped into the water!!” He said. “What!!!” I said in surprise. The thought that Jay would try to drown himself was so unbelieving and I became so sad because he was all alone and has no family to console him.

I lay on the floor, curled up like a fetus. I wondered if I would ever find the courage to live him or if I would forever be trapped in this bird caged I imprisoned myself in. >>>>>>>>> I woke up to the warm rays, my body aches from lying on the hard floor. I had no idea when I had fallen asleep with my mind wandering far. I pushed myself to my feet and dragged myself to the bathroom to go about my daily routine; brushing, bathing and wearing fresh clothes. I hadn't in been in such a depressing mood since my suicide attempt, I wanted to talk to someone. I just needed to pour out my heart to the person and the one person who came to mind was Lisa.

Gabriella regained composure and began “I mean it, you can’t die here tonight and ruin my plan. This is my spot and it wouldn’t make sense for two people of opposite gender to commit suicide here in a night. They would misunderstand it as unrequited love or whatever it’s called! You should come back tomorrow” She said firmly then climbed the elevated stairs to reach the edge where the man stands. The man whose face was filled with sadness didn’t stop looking at Gabriella with interest. He watched as she closed her eyes and tried her suicide jump multiple times but was unable to do it. On her 10th attempt, she cried out and slapped her face with both of her palms but her careless movement mad

-Karen- Nine days passed by and nothing changed. I fought them every time I saw them in the room. On the second day, I tried using the restraints they left behind to bar the door and hang myself. They managed to get in and stop me before I died. I was restrained for two days and refused to eat or drink. An IV was put in my left arm but I ripped it out and bled all over the floor and bed. I tried to attack them all and became even more combative than I had been in the beginning. I tried getting on to the small balcony so I could jump off. They chained the door shut. I started trying to make weapons so I could end my existence. I was trying everything I could possibly think of to die. I was de

“Every 40 seconds someone commits suicide somewhere in the world. Most often, it is men who end their lives because, in part, some of them do not tell their loved ones about their problems and worries. BBC Africa takes a look at World Suicide Prevention Day today. If you feel depressed or suicidal, please consult a healthcare professional. Suicide is the act of consciously killing oneself most often, taking death as a means or as an end. Durkheim proposed in 1897 that we call suicide “any case of death which results directly or indirectly from an act, positive or negative, accomplished by the victim himself and which he knew would produce this result. » Suicide itself (resulting de facto in

Frozen in place, I bore the weight of their stares—some filled with pity, others with pure mockery. These people weren't wrong. For years, I had wasted an insane amount of public resources. I had slit my wrists, ingested toxins, attempted to drown myself in the river, and once, I had set the curtains at home on fire in an attempt to immolate myself. Each incident had been dramatic, and each time, it had ended with Morgan temporarily coming back to me. The ambulance driver gave me a sympathetic look and sighed. "Young lady, are you getting in? Or are we not needed today?"

I started to cry and banged my head on the wall, and then I saw something that will surely end everything I grab it without hesitation, I don’t know if it is just my imagination but someone is telling me that it is the right thing to do My dad immediately entered the room but it is too late. I slashed my hand without hesitation *** “Are you okay penny?” my mom asked Two weeks ago I attempted to kill myself, but here I am still breathing and whole. The doctors saved me since the cut on my wrist is not that deep After that they transferred me on another room where the only thing that is in my room is a hospital bed and a small dining table and some chairs. My room doesn’t have window for me to

*** Trigger Warning*** This chapter talks about a suic*de attempt and self-harming. CRYSTAL When Jonah left from my window, I sat back against the wall with tears rolling down my face and grabbed my bottle of anti-depressant medication, and took 4 of them at once. I closed my eyes and tried to picture my mom holding me when I was a kid but I couldn't. I kept seeing his face and hearing him in my head admit everything, hurt so much more than the night he told me. I took another pill and picked up my pocket knife and cut another line into my wrist then another. I was done with all the pain I have had to go through in my life. I didn't want to live anymore. I cut a couple more lines on my wrist

I was only 16. Feels just like yesterday that I attempted suicide because I couldn't handle the humiliation. He caught me right before I could swallow the pills and gave me a good round of beating. After that, he tied me to the bed in his suite and fucked me hard over and over, until I swore never to do that again. Feels just like yesterday. The memories are still very clear in my head. Am I ever gonna get rid of these ugly memories? Am I ever gonna fully escape this hell? Because no matter how far I run, I always end up getting dragged back.

My heart was pounding so hard now as I stood up and started to run. I didn't make it more than a few steps before my legs sank into the ground and I fell right into a puddle that probably wanted to swallow me whole. “Help!” I called out but the streets were empty. I struggled even as it felt like I was sinking and managed to grab hold of a branch sticking out of a tree. With all the strength I could gather, I yelled as I dragged myself out of the puddle, coughing from the impact. This was the 4th attempt to try to kill me!