Momo Suicidal Novels & Stories

I caught Sarah trying to drag my mom from jumping off from her balcony, I had to rush in there and intervain. "What is happening? Mom, again?". I grabbed her other hand and focused her to face me. Her face looked so dull and unhealthy, it was almost as if she was starting to loose her mind.. " Leave me, I want to die". Again, she talked about ending her life. Ever since Simon passed away, mom's been trying to end her life. We already have two bodies in her possession, we can't afford to add another one..

Her rep as a pro and as a cool mom crumbled right there. Then, in the thick of the chaos, my brother Trevin Jackson bulldozed through the crowd. He grabbed Mom before she could fall and glared at me, furious. "Sis! You wanna push mom over the edge?! Can't we talk about this at home?! Why air our dirty laundry for the whole world to see?!" He faced the cameras, trying to smooth things over: "Everyone, please, it's all a big mix-up! My sister's just overreacting! Mom's program might have a tiny bug, but we'll fix it as a family, behind closed doors."

"So deal, okay?" "What about?" "If you kill yourself, I'll kill myself too." "Alright. But if you kill yourself, then I'll kill myself." "Okay." Audrey Simmons is suicidal. Cayden Nowell is too. But when they were about to kill themselves, they met each other on the same rooftop. And so, they made a pact. A suicide pact. This is a story about a boy and a girl who tries too hard to fit into their group of friends but constantly failed.

She changed her clothes and put on her sneakers. "I need to get going before they all come home," she said to herself. Brieanna took her back pack and put it on. Damn it's so heavy, she thought. She went down to get some chips and cookies and then she checked her savings. Well it's just enough for her to get by for a couple of days. Walking out the door with a suicide plan on her hand is something she never thought would come so soon. The house will be more peaceful without her, no embarrassment atlast! She stared at the house for a couple of seconds more and then left.

“That I do. Even though she is treating me as if I’m the child and she is the parent.” “She just doesn’t want to lose both of her parents. That would be really hard to navigate the world alone.” “Then by that logic I can understand but I’m still the mom. I don’t need her to stay over at me. I may be mourning and slightly depressed but I’m not suicidal.” “Why would you be suicidal?”

She told him everything now. I should have deleted it immediately. Blocked the number. Turned my phone off and thrown it across the room. Anything to shut him out. But my thumb hovered over the screen, frozen, my breath coming faster. Another message popped up. Unknown: I know things are tense right now. Just wanted you to know I’m not the enemy here. I’m trying to help. Your mom loves you. She’s just stressed about money and wants what’s best for you.

Our pack’s pups were born with weakened wolf spirits. I paid for their treatment out of my own pocket, only for their mothers to drag me online.They accused me of using the free wolf treatment I provided for their pups to test serums on children from the contaminated zone, making poor families' pups bear the risk for Alpha pups. What they didn't know was that the pack was badly contaminated. Without treatment, those pups would die. To save their wolves, I brought in the best healers and used the best medication and treatment protocols. Care cost more than eight thousand dollars per pup every month, all of it out of my own pocket. Now the entire internet was accusing me of experimenting on pu

Esther replied as we both are in dilemma, our hands are shaking and vibrating “Esther I can't keep going” “Me too” She replied and we both began to climb down “Come on guys, are you giving up so easily?!” Dante shouted “We give up!” Esther and I yelled, as soon as we got down we brought out the bottles of water from our bag pack and began to gulp them “The fuck did we put ourselves on a suicidal mission” I asked Esther “We would have fainted if we persisted” “I know right, my mum had only me I can't kill myself cause of that mountain”

The night before the bankruptcy was finalized, Mom returned to the tiny storage room where I had once lived. She clutched my old clothes against her chest, swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills, then slit her wrists. Blood slowly pooled across the floor. Mom hoped that death would give her the chance to atone to me. 30 minutes before I was due to leave this world forever, Naomi disappeared. She stood atop an abandoned communications tower on the outskirts of the city, cradling the research log that bore the name "Clifford Sullivan". She stood at the tower's edge, the wind whipping her hair. She smiled at nothing and shouted to the sky, "Cliff, look! I'm putting on one hell of a firewo

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late