Momo Suicidal Novels & Stories

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

Despite having another Pomeranian that looked almost identical to their previous Momo, Kevin Kyle had yet to recover from the image of Momo swallowing her last breath in front of him. The previous Momo had thought that her owner had left the world, so she went on a hunger strike to end her own life too.

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,

I sighed and slowly closed my eyes, blinking back tears. “You wanted to commit suicide, you must be crazy,” the most annoying voice that I have eluded all my life sneered. I opened my eyes again and looked at my mom. She glanced at my pale face and cackled mockingly. “I never said I needed you,” I whispered. “Do you need to? I wonder how many more people you’re going to kill, you witch!” she spat and swung her dark wavy hair off her face. “Are you still interested in committing suicide?” she mocked.

Arcel said, bowing her head as if she was truly sorry for rejecting my request. My lips trembled. Of course, it is given that no one’s gonna listen to me here. I am not their boss; the one who pays them. They will listen to no one but him. But I just can’t stay here… Placing the cup down on the bedside table, I grabbed Arcel’s hand with desperate etched on my face. “Please, Arcel. H-help me. I don’t want to be here anymore. V-Vicenzo… Vicenzo is a monster! I-I saw him kill two people earlier. He is a killer. Please, I beg you to help me. He’s… h-he’s gonna kill me! Please!”

When they refused to delete this video he knew that nothing good would come out of it. Everyone was busy watching the video and Tyler could tell that they were all aroused. Scarlett's mom's thighs were together, although in an educated way but her shifting from time to time whilst locking her eyes with video showed it all. Tyler looked around, took a deep breath, and decided to go with the flow.

Kenzie said, encouraging Alea. Suddenly, Alea remembered that she was carrying a cell phone. She hurriedly checked her bag. Alea kept looking and her face became more frantic as her eyebrows knitted together. After checking several times, Alea still couldn't find her cell phone. She looks upset and cries again. Now her only hope of being able to call for help was gone. All she could feel was fear, panic, and sadness. Alea is also thinking about Audrey right now. What if she never gets to see her mom again?

Could it be that her sister had given up? Almost at the end of her workday, Paige received a call from Sierra, just as she had expected. Paige took a deep breath before answering the call. "Hello..." Before she could say anything else, Sierra interrupted her urgently, "Paige..." Paige could sense something was wrong from her sister's voice, so she asked anxiously, "Sierra, what's wrong?" "Paige... Mom attempted suicide!" Sierra sobbed. "What?" Sierra continued, "Mom took an overdose of sleeping pills... and she's currently in the hospital, getting treatment."

Picking up, her voice shook as she spoke, "Hello… What? Overdosed on sleeping pills? Which hospital?" Jessica's eyes were locked on mine in panic, and she did not even breathe. "Evelyn... Evelyn tried to end her life in her dorm room... They're trying to save her now... The doctor said... it might be too late..." The live stream was in chaos, the screen swarmed with messages. [Monster of a mother, just die! Go join Evelyn!] Social media users kept pouring into the stream, the video glitching and flickering, the whole room nearly buckling under the weight of their fury.

“You’ve already lost Maddie and me. By trying to win us back, you’ll lose your other family too. Won’t that leave you with nothing? Are you sure you want to do that to yourself?” Matthew’s lips quivered. He clearly had something more to say. Nevertheless, I was done talking. Instead, I rang security to escort him out. That night, Matthew’s mother gave me a call. I stared at the caller ID and rejected the call before blocking her number. Matthew must be desperate to turn to the internet for a way out. He posted a video on the web, portraying himself as the victim while tearfully throwing accusations in a bid to pressure me through social media pressure.