One Direction Self Harm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Meliora's heart pounded crazily just like me and I could hear her heartbeat, all of it, every single sound it made all came crashing down in my ears. “It's gonna be fine” “I don't need you to tell me that!” She rolled her eyes at me and I swallowed hard fixing up the materials like it was written in ancient, the alternative bond break has almost same word with the other one, any fucking mistake I make could hurt one of us and I really pray I'm the other that gets hurt. I picked up a small rusty knife and pierced it into my palm, blood gushed out pouring into the small container filled with old Lycan ingredients.

I repeated the same line over and over again, until I temporarily convinced myself that my attraction toward Damon was a mere fling. It was just coffee anyway, what could go wrong?

He turned his hand to the other side making them fall to the ground, one followed by the other, he eyed them as they hit the ground. His gaze fixated on them and he continued, "I hate you because at the end of the day no matter what has happened, when you go home, you have someone you can lean on, someone who can make you forget, but for me-" He looked up and a very sad smile touched his lips, he was ever so slowly breaking down from the inside, "At the end of the day, I only have myself and my fucked up mind to deal with." ************* Cara's POV

I wondered over and over if Deangelo was even thinking about me at all, even if it was just for ten measly seconds. I could not take the pain of being unnoticed and unimportant anymore. It was like a constant ache in my chest. And now, I had even started to harm myself. It seemed to be the only way I could cope with the pain. The only way I could feel anything at all. I cut myself with razors, watching the blood trickle down my arms. I burned myself with cigarettes, feeling the sting of the flames against my skin. It was a sick and twisted way to deal with my emotions, but it had always been the only thing that helps.

"Just Patches and the shrink the courts sent me. I told the doctor I didn't know what happened; I told the shrink about it talking. Patches told me he knew the razor was talking and it would all be okay. I'm not worried about it. I will just have slash marks for the rest of my life. And I have no idea why I am telling you any of this.” "What I am worried about, Oshey, is that you are hurting yourself when there is no one around to make sure you don't bleed to death from feeding that thing." He shuddered. "Anything that tells you to hurt yourself can't be a good thing, Oshey." She walked out of the room, grabbed her cigarettes, and slipped onto the porch. "I don't need a lecture right now

My fingers curl tightly around the steering wheel, and tears stream down my face. I don’t know where I’m going. I have no plans. I’ve shut off my phone; I don’t want to see all the hateful things people have to say about me. I know how to hate myself i don’t need anyone else to do it for me. I made this mess, I fucked things up. I did all of this.

“Your system demands my fingers deep within your core, doesn't it, little vixen?” “Please.” The plea was broken, breathy, and entirely submissive. “Expose the route.” Zero hesitation remained. My spine straightened further as my secondary hand moved down, forcing a manicured finger directly into my dripping center. Slowly, I extracted the digit and buried it deeper against the tight walls. “Fuck, your territory is entirely flooded.” He advanced three paces, the phone angled sharply to capture the wet mechanics of my self-mutilation. “Introduce a secondary finger.”

Vincent asks me curiously. "I didn't really, Marcus was much worse off so I focused on helping him and neglected my own feelings. When Marcus tried to kill himself I was overcome by guilt so I nearly hanged myself. Then eventually I went to see Orion properly and he helped me deal with my guilt. I get urges to self harm still, but he gave me alternatives that won't leave marks," I say while I look at the gravestone. "What alternatives?" He asks as he rests his head against my shoulder.

Yet in my moment of hesitation, Fandom's attacks rained down upon me. Pain coursed through my entire being. It felt as though I had been struck by a speeding train. My body was sent hurtling through the air, crashing mercilessly into ruins and stirring up clouds of dust that obscured everyone's sight. I found myself buried beneath a heap of debris, groaning from the agony pulsating through my body. As thoughts of Talon flickered through my mind, I realized they were nothing more than futile fantasies. As despair washed over me, the jubilant cries of victory echoed from outside. Through a crevice, I caught a glimpse of Fandom's manic expression.

Or she's too scared to let another woman do it instead. Lose them how you get them. I'd rather not let my mind wander too far. Too much bliss in not knowing. I say that then lay back at night allowing my mind to fill out all the blank spaces. It's a form of self-harm. "Can I come with you to your dad's?" We were almost at third period English. Maya didn't press about the dress code anymore and my day was flowing as usual. "Why? Don't you have cheerleading practice?"