How Not To Kill Yourself Novels & Stories

I groan hopelessly, falling back to the ground. "The easiest way to die is to kill yourself. That way, you will be relief from all this. No one can kill you except yourself." Nana scoffed. "You are wrong." Jaden's voice came in at that moment, drawing everyone's attention to him.

I got up from my desk chair and head to the bathroom, I grabbed a razor and walk back to my desk. I rolled my sleeve up as I sigh, my hand shook. "Do it! No don't do it! Do it come on! No don't do that!" I drop the razor while sighing, I can't hurt myself, it won't solve anything, other than make me a psychopath. I don't wanna die maybe yes just a little bit, but still I don't want to commit suicide! I'm I crazy! What was I thinking! I sigh, while resting my head on my palm as I kept watch the videos of people getting hurt.

“What do I do now?” “You live. You call your therapist. You go to meetings. You keep the job Marcus helped you get. You work on yourself. Really work. Not performative work. Real work. Deep work. Hard work.” I stand. “And you never, ever try to kill yourself again. Because suicide is permanent. And you don’t get to escape that way. You get to live. Face consequences. Make amends. Be better.” A nurse enters. “I’m sorry, visiting hours are ending. He needs rest.”

"You let go first." Blood oozed from his hand. The knife was digging deeper—close to hitting tendons—but he still didn't let go. I didn't want to hurt anyone. I just wanted to die. In the end, I loosened my grip. He yanked the knife away and kicked it across the room. After my second attempt to end everything, he finally understood. I wasn't trying to get attention. I genuinely wanted to die. "Stop treating your life like it's disposable. There are billions of men out there. Why destroy yourself over him?"

my eyes were so wide as I sated at him like he’d just said he wanted to kill himself. He looked away from me and shrugged. “Everyone is going nuts online. If someone doesn’t give them a face, it’s just gonna get worse. But if I do it. Yeah, it’ll explode, but only for a week, two tops. Then everyone will get bored and move on to the next thing. “No,” I said instantly, shaking my head. “No way, absolutely fucking not. You’re not doing that.” “You can’t tell me what to do, Goldilocks.”

“Get out.” Once we were alone, I glared at them, downing the last contents in my glass until I felt a sharp pain in my heart. “You two, get out. I’m not in the mood for your philosophical bullshit of how I should behave like a King.” I snapped venomously. “I’ve given you time and space to process everything, but this is ridiculous.” He barked, “Are you trying to kill yourself?” I snorted. “Maybe I should, imagine how disappointed she would that she couldn’t do it herself.”

It was a memory she couldn't recollect with her conscious mind but was torturing her through nightmare night after night. [Suicide and self-destruction is a serious issue. Dont take it lightly. Ask for help from you friends and family when you need it. Dont hold it in. Nothing is more important than your own life. You cant regret yourself when you have lost your life but you dont know the impact you left on your loved ones. Even the strongest person feels that they are at their lowest sometimes. We all go through it. So let go through it together. Lets take positive energy from each other and rise from all the negativity. Be happy and healthy. I wish you all the luck in your life. Lets love

"That wrath is still in here, eating me slowly. Sometimes it even gets harder to breathe. Being lonely isn't something I can cope with forever" "So what you are just going to kill yourself. Look," she began. "If you kill yourself, people might carry your pictures on the street of Chicago for a day or so and that's it. Nothing else will happen. They will move on with their lives the way they did with Hardy's death. You know why? because no one gives two fucks about anybody. But if you choose to leave and find out the real person who killed your brother, now that's a story. Not only will you find fulfillment, but you can also take revenge for your brother. Make him happy wherever he is. I'm su

His hold on my arm tightened. “What??” I suddenly shouted. “Okay. Since you obviously are good at reading minds, why don't you figure it out yourself? Why do you think I want to kill myself, huh? Do you think I'm happy with my life?! If I am, will I attempt to end it all? What am I even saying?” I chuckled to myself. It's like I really do have a death wish. And I hope it comes to pass right now. “I've wished and hoped for death most of my life and it never came. I mean, I even cut myself open a couple times. But guess what, I didn't die. I pass out only to wake up with the place scabbed up. I tried drowning too, but guess what? I only woke up to see myself beside the river bank saved by a st

He did not answer, but remained silent. After finishing treatment I said, "Have you heard of this saying, 'People who love themselves do not hurt others, only those who hate themselves, make others suffer.' stop hating yourself before doing anything serious. You can't take it back even if you want to, so you better catch yourself before you do something stupid." And left the infirmary and cleaned the rest of the windows and went to Tyler's house.