Novels About Self-harm Novels & Stories

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

Actually, after she came to the hospital and asked for the wounds to be sterilized and treated, she intended to return to the boarding house. However, she was afraid to be there alone. She needs someone to talk to and keep her sane. What if the urge to kill herself was stronger than her fear and Morana unknowingly hurt herself again? She doesn't know since when she started this habit. But, what is certain is that by hurting herself, she can reduce the feelings of depression and frustration that she feels at certain times. As if by making a new wound, the pain can disguise the pain arising from the old wound that she feels.

No scars either. They probably weren’t that deep to vanish within days. I can't help but think that she might have done it last time because of stress. A tough way of coping up with sadness. People's coping mechanisms vary, and maybe to her--it's cutting. Self-harming would never be right but we do wrong all the time anyway. People do shitty things to cope with pain. Some resort to drinking alcohol, some do drugs, some smoke cigarettes, some would even inflict pain on someone else and some just hurt themselves. Either way, everyone's intoxicated.

There's are a few themes which will be present in this part unlike the last, there are: 📌child molestation, 📌incest, 📌suicide 📌rape, 📌explicit content. 📌dark 📌violence I am writing this book because I felt people need to know. *This chapter might cause people to be triggered read with caution and no rude comment* Thank you . "You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been alive." ~James Baldwin

I even found myself not sticking to the outline I created for this book, which other writers I met told me that was completely normal. By writing this, I have lots of inspiration. But I'm mostly focused on the themes of vengeance and abuse. Many people all around the world have been subjected to abusive houses or just abusive friends close to them, and when they defend themselves in self-defense, many others criticize them, even if they are the victims. Furthermore, I want to convey that vengeance does not always have to be evil, like in my book. In addition, I want to raise awareness about mental health, which I also addressed in my story. When I was sixteen, I wrote the initial drafts of t

I immediately went to the bookstore and saw that Sera was not there yet so I went into the bookstore first to have a look at some stands, magazines and novels. Before I loved dramas, I also loved reading, especially local novels. I'm thrilled and the plots are beautiful. I also thought before that I’ll try to make stories in my notebook but only one shot. After all, when it's a novel, I don't finish it because I'll suddenly have a mental block. It's like I just feel sorry for the characters in my story because it's either I'll just get married to them suddenly or they’ll be killed in the middle of the thrilling moments.

The children noticed subtle changes: a softer tone here, a brief moment of laughter there, the beginnings of apologies and acknowledgment of harm. Mathapelo began writing in her journal, a practice she had abandoned long ago. Each entry became a mirror, reflecting her fears, regrets, and small victories. She documented her interactions with her children, her attempts at patience, and her moments of relapse. Slowly, the writing became a lifeline, a bridge between self-destruction and conscious effort.

Up in my room, I hung on by a thread, as the darkness pressed in, thoughts of the campus accusations, Damien’s threats, Ryder’s silence mixing with my father’s words until they felt like one continuous loop of unworthiness. I slipped deeper into darker thoughts, sitting on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am the problem. To distract myself from the pile up of sadness, I clung to more and more books. Late into the night, I pulled out my textbooks and laptop, the glow of the screen the only light in the room. Journaling helped too, pages filled with messy handwriting, processing the trauma without filter. I am more than their disappointment. I left onc

She has spelt her evil intentions audibly for me to understand and my part is to submit to her whims. I release the grip of my teeth on my lower lip the moment the tinge got painful. I’ve been told not to self harm, it’ll be suspicious if I do. The thought of wounding myself to the point where I am hospitalised has crossed my mind several times daily, because at least in a hospital, I can choose who will have access to my room, but I can’t even hurt myself. I let out an exhale. Acting as if I’m fine when I’m not is the worst thing yet. I am not fine. In all my nineteen years of living, I have never felt so trapped and petrified like I do right now.

I'd been sleepwalking again. Which part of the house did this to me? I tried to remember, but my brain was disconnected from my body. I stepped into the shower and let the hot stream massage my body, ignoring the burning sensation on my back. Surely it can't be that bad. But it is. Sleepwalking and self harm are deadly twins. Julian must never see this. Why am I thinking about him again? I put on my gym shorts and a singlet and shoved in my earpods, letting the bass mute the chaos inside me.