Naruto Self Harm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The sound of exchange gunshots, the clattering of the pieces of broken glasses, they are still echoing in my ears. I shut my eyes close and breath calmly. I remember the worried face of my husband when he saw me which I don't think I deserve. I hurt myself. Basically, it was not Toshiro who wounded me. I hurt myself. I cut my own skin. Sain concern was genuine and it feels like I am taking advantage with that. But on the second thought, I was really taking advantage of him since the beginning.

Considering the fact that this whole thing started because she kept forcing nuclear waste down my throat, she should be begging me for forgiveness and promising me her firstborn or something. But no, it’s all — “Why run at the entrance anyway, what are you? Some regretful bride?”. The thought of Aronohai Miyamura chasing me like some kind of misunderstood husband has me shivering violently. I forbid such!. As I wrap my blankets tighter around myself, I glare hotly at Sakura. Pick your friends wisely, or you’d end up like me. “I swear everyone hates me”. I mutter to myself. “Is that actual self-pity coming from you?”. I burrow deeper into my nest. It’s common sense to avoid fools after all. “

My words hurt as I tried to inhale but it felt like I was swallowing knives. I felt Nate behind me but it wasn’t just his presence. The intensity of his pain rippled through me as well. We both were suffering, not knowing how to process the torment we were now feeling. After a few minutes of only the rain pounding on top of the tent, Nate roared. His foot slammed into the chair, making it fly across the tent and explode into pieces. Picking up the mirror, he threw it and it shattered on the floor. He leaned over to grab the fire pit and his hands held the metal rim but he stopped. Weeping over the hot coals, his clutched the metal until I realized his hands were burning. “Nate! Stop!” Jumpin

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Hinata's eyes rolled back as if she would give up the ghost soonest, her mouth open but no sound was heard only salivating and drooling like she was having seizures. "See how you took it all...that's why I love fucking men...you bitches ain't worth any shit...but I do enjoy torturing your pretty fragile souls". Hinata was on an edge to give up. She couldn't even shout out, but her weak red eyes were yelling out for help. Angela couldn't watch. It was horrible.

I ordered and went inside the room the college had created for me. I removed the jacket and threw it across the room. As what I saw and what happened in the past started to run inside my brain, I sat on the black color bed holding my head with my hands. Tears started to roll down my cheeks remembering what I did. I want to kill myself for hurting her, hurting her to the level where she can't heal. But, she is healed and I'm hurting here. I deserve this. I slept on the bed decreasing the room temperature to the minimum level in the A.C. I don't care if I die frozen, but I don't want to live. Not after realizing what I lost. Ahaana's POV:

Nico POV I’d been angry many times in my life. From mad, to furious, to enraged. But today, when I walked in on Lila slicing her own skin, I was livid. There were no words to describe the levels of anger I felt when I saw her holding that piece of glass, her thigh stained red. I knew she was a cutter, that she had mutilated her body before. I was drawn to her like a demon to a sinner because of it but the sight of her holding that glass, actually witnessing her doing herself harm, made me react in the worst possible way. I wanted to punish her. I wanted to tie her hands together for the rest of her fucking life so she would never be able to do that again.

Hated how much power he had without even trying. I spat into the sink of the frothy fluid mixed with blood. That's how hard I brushed my tongue. Maybe if I hurt myself, it will erase that unwelcomed feeling. And maybe— “You know you do have to do that to yourself,” Jordan said in a low and steady voice, a loud pop followed. He was laid sprouted on the lower bunk. I caught a glimpse of him toying with a yo-yo while I descended from the up bunk.

Warning: This includes self-harm. Read at your own risk. Nalya The ache in my chest grew, and my wolf was silent. I couldn't feel her anymore after she said she needed some time to accept the rejection like he wanted. I cried when I remembered my mate rejected me. I tried to sleep off the pain in my heart, but it was still there. I got a razor blade and cut my inner thighs. It was a habit of mine growing up. Self-injury helped me cope with emotional pain and sadness. It brought me a sense of calm and relief. I made the same pattern I always did, going deeper and deeper into my skin this time. I sighed in relief as I continued my action. I closed my eyes, feeling better now. I threw the razor