One Direction Self Harm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I had gotten a response from one of them but the thought of trying to leave again and being ambushed all over had nausea pooling in her stomach. Besides, even though my self harm had been done in a moment of self preservation, I couldn't help but feel proud of myself. I had... Gone too far, I knew, and truly, I hadn't expected it to work. It was beginning to get increasingly clear that whatever feelings he had towards me weren't just bordering on infatuation anymore but I didn't want to think on the other thing. But it had worked.

He gave me a cocky grin and walked out. Bastard. --- *Later that evening* "Elaina." "Elaina." "Elaina, can you hear me?" I slowly opened my eyes to see Adrian staring down at me. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he screamed, and I just lay there looking at him, numb. It had been exactly six months since I'd been free from self-harm. Six months of drowning my pain in books and movies. Until this night… I took a glance at myself one last time as I lay sprawled up on the bathroom floor, bleeding.

But my feelings were been pushed, I was hurt and this was the moment I needed my mum, but she isn't here, it was just me, against the world. I crawled down from the bed and sat on the floor, shivering and swallowing hard. I'd managed to lock all of my anxieties, not wanting to be trapped in, but now it seems I'm going back into where I left. “Mum,” I whimpered as tears trailled down my eyes, I didn't want to self harm, I really didn't want to. But now I had no options.

I curled my hand more and made sure that she will yelp more in pain. "Farrah! Let go! What the fuck Hazel my wife is pregnant!" Uno's angry voice sounded troubled, and when he spoke those words, my grip loosened. I can't let myself be hurt or I will make myself in danger. The girl's grip is still tight, making me shut my eyes close as I endure her fingers curled on my hair. Tears started to pool down my eyes as I remembered how Uno and Hazel looked like when I entered the room.

Just his hand covering mine and staying there. I kept going. I told them about what the damage had looked like on the inside. About the thoughts that had moved in during the worst periods, the ones that had said the world would be simpler without me in it, the ones I'd never said out loud to anyone because they'd seemed like evidence of something too broken to admit to. I said them now, quietly and plainly, not dramatizing them, just naming them the way you named something to take its power away. I told them about the self-harm.

“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.

I hated myself for the shiver that ran through me even as I whispered, “No.” Because when Theo held me, it was safe, warm, grounding. But when Damien touched me—God help me—it was like fire, like drowning, like falling into something I knew would destroy me but couldn’t stop craving. Tears burned my eyes. My back slid down the stone wall of the campus until I was sitting on the ground, knees pulled to my chest. My body shook violently, my hands useless in trying to hold myself together. How much longer could I do this? How much longer could I survive being torn at the seams, pulled in two directions until there was nothing left of me?

Today was my parents death anniversary, I should be at their graves with flowers but instead I chose this. Drinking, and trying to get Rowan to fuck me. But that thought didn't stop me from touching myself while I sniffed on his shirt. My fingers worked on my pussy like a fucking slut I was as I imagined him. I didn't stop when my phone rang, or when I picked it up. I fucked my slutty pussy harder when my therapist began talking about the various forms of self harm. From the way she sounded, it was obvious Rowan had called her to complain about my attitude getting worse.

The one no one wanted. I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and ran into the forest. My heels dug into the earth as I moved, but I didn’t care. I forced my wolf out, letting her take control. She was fast. Wild. Free. Mia’s voice echoed behind me, calling my name, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t even see the huge tree until it was too late. I tried to stop, tried to shift back, but I failed. My head hit the tree hard, and everything went black.

His anxious attempts to bandage my wound made me feel dazed. I called out softly, “Ben...” Benedict stayed in character so well and only let out a soft sigh. It killed any hope I had left. “El, you’re doing it again. It’s me, David.” He looked at me with a mix of frustration and reproach. “Benedict is gone. Why do you keep doing this to yourself? Stop being so reckless. You’re soaked. Let me get you changed.” As he spoke, his hands naturally moved to undo my buttons.