Momo Suicidal Novels & Stories

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."

"She got fired and still can't land another job. At this point, she might as well get married and be done with it." I looked toward the source of the voice. Mom's lips were tightly pressed together. She hadn't said a word. "I only get eight thousand dollars a month from my pension, and that's not enough for David. Selena must have savings. I need to make her hand it over." My heart skipped a beat. I was certain now. That voice belonged to Mom, and it was her inner thoughts.

"You mean, watch me? You arrived soon after I started my company and stayed without complaint, even though many resigned under the pressure. I really thought I had a confidant, but turns out it's just a front…" Momo smiled, still calm and composed. "I can understand your misgivings, considering that I was hiding secrets, and I can't excuse my deception either. However, I can tell you that even if I'm not military, I have been raised in a strict environment comparable to one, which is why orders mean everything to me. So if I'm told to stay near you, I will." "And you won't hesitate to kill me if asked either?" Claire asked. Momo avoided the loaded question, instead saying, "I won't hesitate

"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.

Virando’s frustration as well as devastation nearly reached the peak at this moment. “No, Mom! Mom! Please! You’re really dragging my life away! Mom! You’re really dragging my life away! Mooommm…! Moooooooommmm…!!!” squealed and squeaked Sumico at the top of her self-defense, at the peak of her panic, fear, agitation, frustration as well as devastation.

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?”

I pretended not to know anything, saving him from any questions. He pointed toward the deep end of the pool, as arrogant as ever, as though he were doing me a favor. "The gift I prepared for you is right at the bottom of the pool. Take a look." I didn't move, not because I was timid but because I was worried the system would consider this an intentional suicide attempt. Henry got angry. He stepped forward and shoved a hand against my back. "I thought you wanted to die, Marcel! Go on! I'll help you! From now on, I'm the only one Mom, Dad, and Leon have! Soon, no one will remember that someone named Marcel Sylvester ever existed in this world!"

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.

I expected news of her death to come quickly, but two months passed. The household of three remained quiet. Nothing happened. Uneasy, I went home one weekend. The moment I walked in, I found Poppy kneeling in front of Mom. Upon seeing me enter, Poppy did not stop. "Mom, please just die already. This life is hell! If you don't die soon, I'll be the one who dies. "You know what I saw on James's phone? A group chat called the ‘Wife-Killer Club’. He said he's sick of me and is going to kill me soon! Mom, can you really stand watching your daughter die right in front of you?