Book About Suicide Novels & Stories

“Tsk, it sucks! So this is a picture of a grown man, about twenty-four years old who wants to jump out of his window to end his life. This man felt frustrated with his life that was too complicated and boring, which always required him to do a lot of work until he felt tired. “But just as he was about to jump down, he thought of his best friend, of the few people who still loved him. The man remembers everything and feels so guilty about them all because he actually still had a lot of support. He still has some people who still care about him. By committing suicide, he would disappoint all those who had supported him thus far.

I went upstairs and put the letter in the locked drawer with the case file and sat on the edge of the bed. He had seen them. He had looked at Clara and Eli through a car window and driven away. What had that cost him. I pressed both hands over my face. I was not going to think about what that cost him. That was not useful. That was the kind of thinking that led to places I was not ready to go. I got up and went back to work. That evening Clara drew a picture of a car. Not a house this time. A car, parked on a street, with a figure sitting inside it.

Charlie and Lucas came in afterward. Lucas looked at the mess on the floor and stared at me with disdain. "Maddison, we might be blood-related, but you're not even half as sensible as Cynthia. You're a grown adult, yet all you do is threaten us with suicide. How pathetic." 'Pathetic' was the word the original Maddison had heard most often. That was why she was eventually driven to suicide. Honestly, I thought she was pitiful. She initially had a happy, wealthy family, yet the author still wrote her ending as suicide.

I closed my eyes, bracing for the familiar agony of my previous death, when suddenly, a shadow, massive and cold, fell over me. The searing heat vanished. The air dropped instantly. I looked up, squinting. A sleek, matte-black umbrella, large enough to shield a small vehicle, was being held over me. Standing there was a man I had only seen in the forbidden archives of the vampire history books. Caspian Vane. The exiled Pureblood. The man the Lightwoods feared more than the sun itself. In my previous life, I had written letters to this man, begging for help. But, every letters were crushed in Edward's arms before they could sneak out of his gothic manor.

"Not one bit." My father was many things. He was manipulative, selfish, cruel when it suited him. But he had never struck me as suicidal. Quite the opposite. Richard Williams had been a survivor, clinging to advantage and opportunity with relentless determination. Even in prison, facing disgrace and a lengthy sentence, he had been looking for leverage. Prison suicides. The phrase felt scripted, a convenient explanation for inconvenient deaths. Epstein. McAfee. People who knew too many secrets suddenly hanging themselves in their cells. Guards conveniently absent. Surveillance cameras mysteriously malfunctioning.

*** THE UNDEAD ON THE RISE … and have we ever been one with ourselves, our eyes would have never fooled us for what the truth really was… Two days succeeding the 4th of September last year, a phenomenon such as not for all the eyes to see had made it past the world’s unresolved mystery and has inscribed its every rich detail in the history: The blood moon. Prior to its awe-inspiring surfacing, New York had been branded as the city of suicide, with a mortality rate as high as six or more heads by the passing week. Even up until this point that the suicide cases had, somehow, found itself in inertia, no one was still any wiser as to how and why it came to be.

Mom stands up “I’m going to go figure out what to make for supper. “You three read the files.” With that, she left. I looked at Dad only to see worry and concern on his face. He jumps from his seat and rushes out the door after Mom. Oh, that’s not good. Heather leaned forward, picking the file up from the coffee table where Mom had set it. She opened it and started to flip through the contents. A lot of the information that was in there was stuff that Lucas and I already knew. What we didn’t know was that the young lady who was their mate had committed suicide after the brothers had thrown each other over the cliff. The note that she left was heartbreaking. She blamed herself for all of it,

Mu Zi quietly looked at him and said after a moment, "Let's hope so." She turned around and prepared to get into the car when Jiang Huan suddenly called out to her, "Why doesn't anyone suspect him of suicide? Maybe he killed himself!" Mu Zi's steps paused and she glanced back at him, "Because of comfort, Jiang Huan, no one wants to commit suicide naked." Being naked meant that one's body would be naked and indecent when it was found. Usually suicides want to say goodbye to the world in a dignified manner, and subconsciously pursue a sense of comfort, such as jumping off a building to commit suicide would take off their shoes, while those who swallow sleeping pills would lie in bed fully clot

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I fixed my eyes on my water glass and continued. “I never told you why I left Fresno. It was because I got pregnant. It was a drunken mistake that happened at a party. When my Dad found out he disowned me and ordered me to leave the house. Worse, my best friend Lucy betrayed me, and my boyfriend Harry dumped me. I was alone scared, and heartbroken, with no where to go.” I sighed then continued. “I decided to end it all. I went to the bathroom and got ready to overdose on sleeping meds. Just as I was about to swallow them my phone rang. I thought maybe it was Harry and he had changed his mind, but it was Rachel calling to wish me a late happy birthday. I broke down and told her what had happe