One Direction Self Harm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

, I said to myself as I looked into the mirror. “You can do it, you have to do something, Hayley you are more than this, hurt them where they would have never expected, I hit my fist in the wall because no idea was coming to me and there was blood in my hands, it really hurts to harm myself but I had fucked up, Diago has messed things up for me, I went into the bathroom got a clean towel and placed it around my injured arm, I could feel the goddamn pains in my spine.

Meanwhile, Finn was sent to a welfare institution. Diana was the only one left. At first, she only suffered from insomnia. She stared at the ceiling night after night as my words repeatedly echoed in her ears. "Didn't you tell me… that no one will ever hurt me again when I'm here?" Eventually, Diana picked up a habit from me. She started harming herself, just like I did when I began breaking down. She cut her arms, thighs, and chest, leaving hideous scars everywhere. New cuts were layered over old ones. Some of the cuts were shallow, while others were deep enough to reveal the flesh beneath the skin.

Each time I coated my face, it felt like I was losing a piece of myself, letting myself sink into this dark hole that Noah was digging. Was this how all his friends were? Was this the way they treated the woman in their lives? I needed out. “AHhhhh!” I screamed, pushing everything to the ground. The contents spattered on the floor, a few bottles breaking from the force. I couldn’t do this. “I heard screaming, are you fine?” he was here again, sporting that same sad look on his face. His eyes took in the floor, “What happened, did you hurt yourself?” he was beside me in a flash, his hand holding mine as he examined my body.

"you want to know how you're the reason I'll tell you how, the little attention you were giving me was making one of your female fans jealous and now I'm suffering for it, because of your involvement. Without you, all they could do was read my diary and mock me and that was the height of it but now because of you and your involvement I almost got raped today. I hate you. GET OUT NOW!!!" I screamed at him, my eyes bloodshot. I didn't realize the live stream was still on. Damien looked incredulous and a bit guilty. He let out a sigh and walked away. Then he came back and faced the live stream "if any one of you so much as lay even a single hand on her you'll regret it." Then he smashed the pho

“I am broken beyond repair and I have been surviving that way for as long as I can remember. You heard the doc, irreparable damage has been done. There is nothing you can fix, cause even on my worst day I still perform better than everyone in that hallway pretending to care about me, while overlooking everything that has ever been wrong with me. I will heal myself, by myself, it just works better that way. I’m sorry Luna, I just can’t do this anymore, it hurts too much.” My voice is raspy and my throat hurts but I continue to speak. “Maybe somewhere everyone has a soft spot for the small, spare beta. The one her father can’t even stand to look at or be around, who TOLD the principal to pu

I hate what I see, When I look into the broken mirror. I see myself, And then I see him. The boy who broke me. Then I hit him over and over again, My fingers bleeding from various cuts. I don't recognize the boy in the mirror, Even though he looks exactly like me. So I try to kill him, Make him hurt, Because I feel he's impersonating me. Till I looked one day, And saw myself. The Hidden Journals of Cain McCarthy PS- THIS CHAPTER WOULD HAVE TWO POVs Cain's POV

Nial apologized kindly, his hand moving to hold my own. Fuck, no. I retracted my hand before he touched it and got up from the bed grumbling a 'whatever'. I made my way to the bathroom to have a shower closing the door behind me. Moving to look at myself in the mirror, the sight greeting me made me wince with repulsion and self-hate. I traced the hickeys that they left on my skin reminding me of what I let happen. "Gods, what the hell is wrong with me. People don't fraternize with their freaking kidnappers much less let them touch them!" I growled frustrated and angry.

My mate was trying to make me jealous. I felt a tingling under my shirt right where my hidden bruises lied. If only he knew. I really felt irritated by myself knowing that I had caused harm to myself simply because of a cheating mate. I should have known that I was the price regardless of how he acted. Now I felt really stupid for inflicting harm on myself, thanks to Alexa. She had made me see myself in a new light. Now I would only work harder to be a tracker, that was my dream.

He pointed down the stairs as Dione nodded and followed him. He made his way into the bathroom, closing the door shut behind him as he walked over to the mirror and stared at his trembling reflection. “You’re so dumb, Dione, that old fool almost caught you, and now you’ve just made Jess doubt you more.” He slapped himself across the face and laughed like a maniac. “Well, my job is done. I can’t wait for the spoiled princess to come back anymore. I have a dick that needs satisfaction.” He smiled at his thoughts and left the bathroom he didn’t need in the first place.

White scraps of paper fluttered down from the air as though they were mocking my loneliness and disgrace. It felt as though an invisible hand had wrapped tightly around my heart, squeezing it until I could no longer breathe. I broke down, feeling like countless sharp knives were slashing into my body, carving invisible wounds that bled without leaving a trace. When I finally came back to my senses, I looked at my numb expression reflected in the mirror and let out a bitter laugh. It did not matter anymore. After all, I was just someone not meant to be loved. After I finished packing, I pushed the door open. Camelia stood there, panting with one hand braced against the doorframe. Our eyes met