Book About Suicide Novels & Stories

Live Suicide is an exclusive platform where people put an end to their lives and commit suicide digitally in front of a large audience. What the fuck is going on? Is this true? Does this imply that many people will see my demise? What will I gain by doing this? I want to commit suicide, but I don’t want anyone to watch me, even if they are on the screen. If you’re wondering if this is true, don’t worry, because it is! Many people have committed suicide here, and we have financially compensated them. Money? What am I going to do with that money when I already have a lot of money in my pockets? I don’t seek any financial help. I will execute myself, not for financial reasons, but because I hav

I want to quote Hazel Grace Lancaster, the main character of the famous book The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene, when she said that "depression is the side effect of dying". Indeed it is. My aunt wasn't literally on the brink of death. But ever since Allen had died, she appeared to be so every day. I want to mention another quote I saw on the internet. It was something about being sad, and it goes, "Suicide doesn't kill people, sadness does".

She said and she was right, I held my breath and read the book seriously. "After this everyone wants a normal life." I said then opened the book I was reading again. "Me too." Psyche gave me a modest reply and silence enveloped the place for a few minutes. Suddenly our phone pops up saying that someone notified us but why are we together? "It's really distracting." I said then we looked at our phone together and saw the school post?! It is said that someone committed suicide here on campus. "That's how he ended his life's problems, It's terrible." Psyche said while she was reading the post, I was curious and stood up.

Sienna completely snapped and stabbed him over a dozen times. "Spencer, I wanted to turn myself in," she said. "But all of a sudden, I missed you so much. I just wanted to see you one more time. I came here, but I didn't expect to get hit by a car before I could even find you. Maybe it's the price I'm paying for breaking your heart." As I listened to her, I couldn't help feeling a hint of sorrow. "Let me do the surgery," I urged. "I'll do everything in my power to save your life. Just sign the consent form."

"Please, have a seat. I’ll prepare something for you to eat." Lennox didn’t reply. When the woman guided us to a seating area, I quietly followed. Liza left us, but my eyes remained fixed on the children. "People who commit suicide are puzzling. Others face overwhelming problems but still choose to fight," I said, unsure if I was talking to the air, myself, or Lennox. "Depression is a killer, sweetheart. When someone is emotionally fragile, that often becomes the option they turn to," Lennox replied. "I wish he had thought of the kids. They’re so pitiful. They looked well-off, but it turns out they’re buried in debt. His wife seems young. How old could he have been when he had kids? They loo

This is not the End but the beginning Watch out for the sequel, SEE ME TOO Because I love you, and because you enjoyed reading my book, I'll let you peruse through a sketch prologue of the sequel. ************************************* PROLOGUE SEE ME TOO "SARAH BRIGHT COMITS SUCIDE AFTER LOSING HER FIANCE TO THE WELL KNOWN ACTRESS, AMANDA UDOH" This news headline had everyone at the club staring at their phone and at Amanda, who was also shocked by the disturbing headline. This headline had destabilized Amanda in so many she couldn't explain. But, there was one conflicted thought in her head. One that shattered her to dust "could I have caused Sarah Bright's suicide?" she couldn't believe sh

I failed him in the most unforgivable way. I nodded silently as he spoke, watching as he tried and failed to keep control of himself, playing with my fingers before linking together our hands once again. He did not want me to see him in such a state of vulnerability. But I could tell by his grip that he also did not want me to leave. "Most people who commit suicide don't actually want to die. They just want the pain to end.

So it’s better to die while many people looking, because it’ll provide alibi that I’ve passed away and no longer am available in my old world. That’s it. It’s as simple as that. It’s just I’ve never knew how nerve wrecking the feeling of wanting to commit suicide is. I might not be like those people who willfully wanted to let themselves be killed—the lifeless one who gave up on their life because of stress and something else, I’m one of those who cherished my life.

The more he read, the more his face dipped and I waited for him to say something, anything. When he stopped at my mother’s suicide note, I held my breath. I remembered each word just as she’d written them. It would be ingrained in my brain forever. “I can’t…” He snapped the book shut. “How could she say these kinds of things?” I had no idea but I knew it was from a place of deep pain. “She was hurt Jared. I was the reason her husband died.” “No. You’re not. Driving disasters happen every time. According to what I heard, the driver was drunk.”

he says. "There's another one about a woman who left her husband because reading my book made her understand she wasn't obligated to stay. There's a letter from a therapist who is using my book in her practice. There's a letter from someone who was suicidal three weeks ago and says that reading chapter seven saved her life." He sits down beside me. Takes the letters gently from my hands. Sets them on the desk. "You need to sleep," he says. "I need to respond to all of them."