Naruto Self Harm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

born out of deep conviction, perhaps driven by self-pity or pain, but the sight was unsettling nonetheless. Each strike left faint red marks on his back, evidence of the physical toll he was willingly enduring. I couldn’t fathom the reasons behind his self-inflicted punishment, but it was evident that his inner torment ran deep. It was as if he sought absolution through this painful ritual, seeking a release from a burden too heavy to bear. My heart went out to him, and I wanted to intervene, to stop this act of self-harm. Yet, I found myself frozen, unsure of how to approach the situation. It felt like witnessing a private and sacred moment, one that I was an unwelcome intruder into. The r

She's finishing it. There is no place in the world for those like him. "Your wish is my command stupid!" H She shrieked after being shot in the head. She saw the fear in Naruto's eyes it was unbelievable that I could take her own life like her Father, did not hesitate. Everyone also has a limit to being kind and also gets tired of being oppressed. I showed everyone that I am not weak..no! Black Serpent's back! ready to bite with the poisons! Its bite is poisonous and deadly.

“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

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?"

But instead, letting it fucking happen because the alternatives were worse. He just sits there, trying to interpret what I'm saying. "AND I DID THIS SHIT TO MYSELF! We could've done this another way! Any other FUCKING way! But no! I Had to go and damage myself further!" I shout. "Nara..." "And what about the other girls? Who actually can't help themselves?! I know they are all raped because I can see it in their damn eyes. You claim to help them, but you just do your damn job of moving girls quickly."

"Fuck..." What I did is wrong, but I can't stand the thought of Zoe being with Liam. The pain in my heart is unbearable. I know nothing can justify self-harm, and I would never have done it if I were in my right mind. Perhaps the alcohol, perhaps the jealousy, drove me to this extreme. Blood trickles down from my forehead where it hit the steering wheel. I feel dizzy, but the anger inside me is still raging. I take my phone out and text Zoe.

“Look! Look what it did to me! I couldn’t fight it!” I just watched him. Watched as his free hand came up and clawed at a bleeding scratch on his own neck. Watched the frantic, animal panic in his bloodshot eyes. The pieces clicked. The wounds weren’t from a fight. They were self-inflicted. A feedback loop of terror. He was still babbling about the monster’ strength. I didn’t have time for this. My open-handed slap cracked through the forest silence, snapping his head to the side with enough force to stun a bull. The manic energy left his face, replaced by blank shock.

I didn't move. “This is exactly what you did to her‚ you know.” She was breathing hard between the words. “Four needles. Blood draining out of her while she lay there. While she stared at the ceiling wondering if today was the day you’d finally take too much.” She tried to laugh but it came out as a wheeze. “Does it make you feel better? Pretending you’re punishing me when you’re really punishing yourself?” “Shut your mouth.” “You come down here every week‚ you watch me bleed‚ you feel terrible‚ you leave‚ you come back‚ you do it again. That’s not revenge‚ Darius. That’s self-harm.”

On our seventh mating anniversary, my Alpha mate, Ronan Thorne, abandons me once again for his secretary, Evelyn Stone's sake. This time, I don't kick up a fuss at all. Instead, I calmly draw out a silver dagger in hopes of ending my life. The moment the tip of the dagger is pressed against my neck, I feel someone grab my wrist all of a sudden. "Why are you hurting yourself? Who broke your heart?" I looked up in a daze, only to see the 18-year-old version of Ronan.