One Direction Self Harm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Each time I wake up in a cold sweat with my heart beating out of my chest. On the self harm aspect, it's just as frequent as it was before I fell deeper into this hell. I'm sure my body is ruined, every man will turn me away in the future. Now that I am once again being abused, the bruises make up for the lack of cutting. I have found out one thing. I don't know if it is something good or bad. Chris is in Alec's gang. I am so close but yet so far from Alec. Even though Chris is apart of the gang I can't see Alec. The only reason I know about the involvement is from Chris.

“If he focuses on me, he can send his pain through the bond. If he hurts himself, I feel it when the link’s open.” Lucas’s body goes rigid, his breath catching. “How does he send pain through it? What, he just thinks it?” I shake my head, my voice barely audible. “No. He hurts himself. Physically.” His eyes widen, a mix of horror and rage flashing across his face. “You’re saying he’s deliberately hurting himself to hurt you? To punish you?” I nod, the memory of it clawing at me. “He did it before... at the restaurant, during that business meeting. Because we were too close, he didn’t like it.”

I realize what I did, My stupid fool I left my bands on the air, I just promise them that we’ll win this competition but look what you did Celine. My brain got wash up because of him. "You stupid fool Celine" I simply punch my thighs, I'm angry with myself. I’M TOO WEAK! I thought I was ok, I thought I could, I thought I love myself self-more than anyone but with him, I quickly feel selfless. When he's there, it's like I just want to give him everything. I let out my tear again and punch my thighs… “Stupid” I stay there for an hour; I just cry and cry.

The air is thick with tension as she turns back to the source of the disturbance. There, Dean stands amidst the broken fragments of a once-intact glass vase, tears streaming down his face. In his trembling hand, he clutches a shard, its jagged edges glinting ominously. The room is now charged not only with emotional turmoil but also with the palpable threat of self-harm. He points the shard toward his own arm, a desperate plea etched on his tear-stained face. It's a disturbing tableau, a moment that forces Kaitlyn to confront the depth of Dean's pain and the severity of their fractured relationship.

Willow ** SELF HARM TRIGGER WARNING, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED** I wipe my tears away and step into the lobby of my building. I have to stop feeling sorry for myself, especially when it comes to men. For the last few years I have been doing fine all by myself, so I know I’m stronger than this crush. Yeah, just gotta think positive from now on and put Reid Grayson out of my mind. “Specs!” I hear behind me and sigh; damn Noah and that nickname. I turn around and glare at him, but he holds up his hands in surrender.

I slammed the door shut, the heavy thud echoing through the walls, and threw myself onto the bed. With tears blurring my vision and dripping down my cheeks, I grabbed my laptop, flipping it open with shaking hands. I opened the document, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as tears blurred the screen. "The only man who would ever stay with a fool like you, Rihanna, is Damien Black," I whispered to the empty room, a shaky, wet laugh escaping my chest before collapsing into another sob. "And that's only because he doesn't even fucking exist." Damien was safe. Damien was a fictional character on a page, someone I could control, someone who wouldn't walk out when I acted like a defensive, self

I scream. “Why did you do that?” He asks, his voice holds a growl. What is this? He is concerned that I tried to hurt myself? I am not allowed to hurt myself but he can allow that wench do his bidding. I know Ozar, I have been studying him and to pull myself out of that interrogative situation, I did the only thing I felt he would react to. Hurting myself and it worked, it broke him out of his shell. “Bastard.” I say, trying to walk away from but he pulls me, roughly.

time to let your rock get her alcohol level back to zero, and let her get back to her boring daily routine of working for your mob daddy. That afternoon we said goodbye and she gives me her signature bear hug and told me to cool down and stop hurting myself. Maybe she was still drunk, yeah I was certain that she was. Cause I would never hurt myself, why would I do that? Honestly, I have more than most people out there. But deep on the far corner of my mind I know I wanted the only thing that I couldn't have. Him. I want him. Screwed. So screwed. This relationship thing just turned to a relationshit for me.

Man, I never thought I would miss Wayne constantly contradicting me in my head, but it’s just too quiet without him. Before I get to lost within the bliss of her being so close to me I need to talk to her about her self-harm. I really wish I didn’t have to ruin this, but like the doctor said it’s a serious matter. ----------------------------------------------- Gemma POV As I’m snuggled into his embrace completely wrapped up in his scent, I begin to feel Keen tense up. “I don’t want to ruin this but there is one more thing we need to discuss before you go back to resting Rose bud. I’m going to try to be as sensitive as possible but I’m not exactly the most fucking touchy-feely person. Doc. a

It was blurred out, but I knew it was not me. I dropped the package on the floor and rolled over. The thought of self-harming crossed my mind for the first time. I stood up from the bed and went inside his bathroom. I filled the tub till the water was brimming over the edge. I search Alex's drawer for some blades and settle myself into the tub. Ripping the pack off, I run the blade on my hand, making minor cuts, then bigger. I dropped the blade on the side and dipped my head under the tub when I had enough.