Como Suicidarse Novels & Stories

Sophia could see a noose, a blade, a syringe, and a bottle of pills. "They won't ever suspect that you were murdered if you killed yourself with your hand Sophia, ahhh, what's the term they use for this sought of thing," she said and made a show of thinking really hard. "Suicide! I'm a genius right?" She asked, her eyes twinkling as they reflected the light above them. "You're out of your mind if you think for a second that I'm going to kill myself just to let you have your way".

She continued, ticking off options on her fingers like she was listing dinner specials. "We can do hanging. Suffocating. You could drown. You could throw yourself off the building. You could shoot yourself—" She paused, frowning. "No, that won’t work for suicide. We’d have to get the gun. But then again..." A slow, unsettling smile spread across her face. "I bought this gun off the street. It’s not in my name. We *could* do that. Yes, okay—we have shooting yourself. What else?" Her eyes lit up. "You know, you could slash your wrist. *Yes*," she said, clapping her hands together. "We have a winner! You’re going to slit your wrists."

Did Clara truly think that suicide is the only way out of the situation that she finds herself in? I do not know many people with depression, but I do know that it drives people to do crazy and outlandish things, to take drastic measures in order to achieve their goal. A lot of people who have tried to kill themselves, often say that they didn't see any other way out of the pain and sadness that they felt, that death was the only way to truly feel at peace in their life.

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.

I answered. "You haven't given up on committing suicide yet? Are you sure of your decision for that?" asked Maria again. she sat beside me. In comparison, my eyes are still staring at the forest trees there. Is it true that suicide is a decision? I am not sure. It's not a decision, but more like I've given up hope and killed myself. I think it's the best way for me.

How was it guys? She tried to commit suicide but I don't support this kind of decision or don't encourage anyone... and kindly don't follow her. Suicide is cowardly behavior... whenever you feel like you can't do this anymore, ask for help. From friends... relatives or if you have no one... get professional help. There is nothing wrong with it... Keep voting and commenting. Love you all. XOXO

The girl whispered hopelessly, her sympathy for him rising within her, as he angrily stood up and kicked the nearby chair, falling to the ground without saying a word before leaving. The house was eerily quiet, and she was all alone, crying on the cold, desolate floor, but her current feelings couldn't compare to Anna's. She hated, she feared, she wanted to escape reality, even death seemed like an option. The idea of suicide haunted her, making her feel like she didn't belong in this world anymore. She thought of a knife, cutting her wrist in one swift motion to end it all.

” Seeing Summer shivering badly, Casper walked over to put his jacket over Summer and spoke in a low voice. “No, it can’t be...” Summer shivered and shook her head. Her body was tense. How was it possible, this was impossible! “Impossible!” Summer was having a meltdown. How was this possible? Her mother was still trying to fight her for the company’s shares just a few days ago, how could she possibly choose to commit suicide? She had clearly promised to transfer Alaric’s shares to her. Why would she commit suicide? What could possibly be her reason to kill herself? It was impossible!

(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.

Eleana slipped into severe depression after her breakup with Ayden. She didn't get out of her house for the first month. Eleana had lost all of her desire to live. The worst part is she gradually became self-destructive. She wouldn't eat, and she wouldn't take her medicine. Sometimes she would stare at the ceiling of her room while thinking of hanging herself. Whenever she looked out through her window, the thought of jumping out of it would cross her mind constantly. She would stare at the kitchen knife while thinking of slitting her wrist. Those suicidal thoughts became too constant. She even brought a bottle of sleeping pills once but didn't have the guts to swallow it.