Novels About Self-harm Novels & Stories

Father just knows how to push me to the wall. Angrily, I banged my hand on the wall, ending up with a cut but it was nothing. It didn’t feel the pain and it was always that way. Self-harm always calms me down. I walked to the drawers in the room and grabbed and opened one until the white first aid box came to view. I picked it out, brought out the bandaid, and wrapped it around my knuckles, ignoring the sting that I was feeling. The moment I dropped the box back, the door was pushed open and Nick entered with Liam trailing behind him. “Phineas, I am sorry to come here unannounced.” Liam apologized sitting as Nick offered him a seat.

Zane caught up with me as he held my arm and asked, “When will I see you again?” “Soon,” I smiled at him and then left. *** TRIGGER WARNING!! — This part of the chapter contains vivid fictional description of self-harm. The attempts were made by the author, who has a personal history of self-harm herself. This is not meant to hurt any sentiments and if you are prone to such content, kindly skip this one and read chapter 35 in which everything about this part will be explained, without the descriptions and graphic content. -Amelia's POV- I reached home in a haste, a little upset that I couldn’t spend more time with Zane and my friends, but anyway, I know I have to be mentally prepared to hear

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of ongoing captivity, domestic abuse, trauma, and mentions of past suicidal ideation/self-harm. Reader discretion is advised. It's easy to just give up and die. It's easy to just leave the pain here, to just vanish to feel free. It is such an easy thing to do for people who are completely exhausted by life, like me. I only wish I had just died from blood loss or an infection from the nail I saw. With that, I'll escape all the sufferings.

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

I answer, telling him half the truth. I never told anyone this apart from an old worker, Jenette. I would hurt myself. I don't know why but I did. Knowing that Vicktor would hurt me I felt so unworthy as if I deserved to feel the pain so I would do it to myself. The first time I did was the third time Vicktor raised his hands on me. I felt everything and nothing at the same time. I remember the day as if it was yesterday. A younger me rushed to the bathroom, searching the cabinets until she found a needle. Confused and hurt to why she has the sudden thought to hurt herself, convincing herself that she deserves it. That she deserves the pain. Pricking the sharp needle into her fingertips watc

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I get up from the armchair, glancing at Vlad. “I'm going to look for more books.” Vlad nods in agreement. I enter the section of contemporary erotic novels, coming across an endless aisle of books with every theme that could exist. I pick up one named: My Hot Neighbor from the Gym. And I focus on reading, being amazed by the depravity and loving every page I read. I see Vlad approaching and quickly grab a self-help book that was in the middle of the shelf, titled: Tomorrow Will Come Soon and put it underneath, disguising it.

It will be a long time before anything changes. There are a lot of other people who are more disabled than I am and in worse pain, which is truly appalling. Does it give them any consolation to open up a diary? Or, on the other hand, would they say they are adequately ready to keep everything in their spirits? — I used to want to read, but now I find that all books bore me. I can't check out anything, and more importantly, I hate myself. My spirit is furious. Again, Nina returned, to a lunch get-together this time. It was a horrible day with a heavy downpour. She told me of her connections—as a

This was my last hope. “This is my last hope! This fucking study is…” I would have roared, body trembling and palms sweating when my gaze fell on the bookshelf. “Maybe I'll find a book that will help with my madness after this.” I sighed, giving up. I began to rummage through the covers, hoping for a title that would catch my attention. Shawn seemed to read a lot of books on self-growth and improvement. He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer.

"Self-harm is not a disease. It's a spell that is cast on us in the weakest moments." [Jacqueline] .... [Jacqueline's pov] Sometimes I love that time passes. That it won't stop for anyone. Because sometimes getting through a night alive is the most audacious thing. Like last night I felt the need to just kill myself. The need to remove the pain of these sufferings. Is death that horrible? Or is it because people have never been able to get through the real hidden secret of it that they blubber against deaths. Have you ever felt that? The feeling of just get the day over. So you won't have to stay in the same place that is hurting you? Huh. What I am even asking, everyone, does feels that. No