Naruto Self Harm Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Yes, you are. You try to fix everyone, Nyssa. When the person who needs fixing is actually you.” That's… not true. I don't need fixing. I have some issues, yes, but I'm not a project. “And before you go thinking that whatever I'm saying is not true, you haven't realized it yet. And no, no one is saying you're a project, but that's exactly how you made him feel, like your little fixed project.” —---------------------------------------------------- ~ Ronan's Pov ~ I didn't mean to push her or hit her. But then, what was I supposed to do? She saw me at my worst. No one, not even my son, knows that I self-harm.

♡VIRANICA POV♡ days are passing I'm not feeling any discomfort here they're taking care of me like I'm princess moreover I'm hating myself because I'm letting another guy to touch me but why I'm not able to push him I'm becoming insane with him why I'm liking his company with me what exactly my stupid heart is thinking why he entered into my life to ruin my life like this isn't it enough of my suffering I throwed the bedsheet away and throwed every toy I broken the playstation I'm hell angry I'm angry on my self

"Never ever let Nami to barge here if I'm still out, ok?" "Noted." "And don't –." "Fuck it Liam, I'm 19 and I just got beaten! It's not like I came back from being stupid dumbass three years old!" Jiroo shouted and sat up abruptly which caused him to groan in pain for his sudden action that made me chuckle. "One more thing, stop moving hastily, I'll be back in a sec." I said and waved my hand at him, ignoring his frustrating sigh. "Damn you, dumb assassin!"

I sniffed her scents and closed my eyes. "So you are going to be like this right!" Draca yelled at me. "Are you going to keep defiling me!" "Yes," I shouted back at him. I groaned in pain as I slowly headed towards my desk bumping into the couch but I didn't let that stop me. I grabbed a pen from my table and stabbed myself in the legs hoping that it would stop Draca from attacking me and it worked. The pain disappeared and my leg healed on its own. "So you know attacking yourself makes me feel weak right?"

It's the only thing I can focus on. Every so often he is dusting the edge of my scar where I had my appendix removed a few years back. "Do you like me watching you Nara?" I move my head up to start nodding, but a sudden pain stops me. His thumb is dug straight into the scar. I don't flinch, but it's not pleasant at all. "Don't lie..." I wait a second, but he applies more pressure. I guess he already knows my real answer, so I slowly shake my head no. He relieves the pressure of his thumb.

I didn't know why he had to do such a thing to himself. He was sat on his couch, drilling his palm with his sharp claws. I couldn't leave the room completed, I sat at the door looking at him pitiful. Why is he hurting himself after hurting me? This is just so strange, I know he hates me but now he is hurting himself after I made him angry and he almost killed me. I need somehow to explain to me what is going on with him. Could he be regretful for trying to hurt or he is angry he should have taken my life.

I feel so helpless. Self-harm is not the solution to get out of the problem but I seem to like that option lately. I don’t want to react the way I react when he is close to me. I don’t want to please him but I somehow do it willingly after being aroused. I haven’t done anything serious yet; just a few pinches and slaps. I want to share my thoughts with someone. I want to take advice from someone that is not Austin but there is no one to give me company in such a hard time except for the beast himself.

In the hospital, Rowan sat by my bedside as he subconsciously traced the edge of my medical chart. "Why can't you just let this go?" he asked in a voice so calm that it was almost devoid of emotion. "Are you using self-harm as a way to get my attention?" I looked at him. He frowned at me like I was an insensible child. "Miranda's situation isn't like yours," he continued. "After she lost her memories, I became all that was left in her world. She and I grew up together. Her parents are abroad and barely have time for her, so she's always thought of me as her only family."

Sensing my resistance, he pulled me forward and quickly explained. “Mel has a blood blister on her calf from the burn. You’re giving her skin for a graft.” I sent him a stunned look and started struggling against his grip. Before I could utter a word, he slapped me hard across the face. “El! How long are you going to keep this up?! Mel’s burn is your fault to begin with. How can you be so irresponsible? She’s a woman. How is she supposed to wear a skirt with such a scar on her leg?”

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