One Direction Self Harm Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was up to nine fingers raised. “And now I’m having to mentally prepare to face the people that violated me, including the fucking bitch that caused all the trauma that has me so fucked in the head that for as badly as I want you, it hurts me in equal proportion.” He was past ten digits as he ran both hands through his hand and tugged at the short strands.

TW: Self Harm. I pulled myself away from the gruesome memory, my chest heaving fast and hard. As I took in a deep breath, my phone dropped to the floor with a thud. The rage. The pain. All too unbearable for me to manage. I needed a distraction. Some sort of pain to dull the one that was already ripping at my insides like a chicken being violently shredded with a fork. And so, I did the one thing that would help bring me back to my senses for a moment, at least. I reached for the glass cup beside me and squeezed it until it shattered, the tiny bits of it cutting sharply into my palms.

In so much pain, the cramps worse than they’ve ever been to a point I more crawled than walked here. Soaked to the bone in from the storm, and shaking with as much need as I was self hatred. I couldn’t hold the process any longer, and knew that if I didn’t want my whole world crumbling around me again this was the only option. The guy who swore that he was nothing but a selfish ass hole who broke everything he touched. “I’m not a good guy and you’re a fucking idiot.” I can feel his temperature rise. The thing between his legs hardening between us and the surge of his energy when as his nose flares with my scent. The way his iris expand and his fangs grow.

“Fighting back by sleeping with his dad? Georgia, listen to yourself. This isn’t fighting. This is self destruction. Dante isn’t worth ruining your life over. Let him go. Focus on you, focus on school, focus on getting out of that house. I’ll help you. We’ll figure it out together.” I stopped pacing and looked at him, tears falling freely now. “I can’t just let it go. Every time I close my eyes I see them together. I hear his voice telling the whole school I was nothing. I feel so stupid, Damien. So used and so worthless. If I do this… if I make Dante feel even a little of this pain… maybe I can breathe again.”

“That alone is more surprising than reincarnation." Shuddering, I wrap my arms around myself. “Why does it feel like I’m being punished?” Nyall’s hand tightens around mine. “You’re not.” “I was torn apart,” I remind them. “By the ones who were supposed to love me. Alphas and my mates.” “You have us now,” Orien says gently. “And you think that’s better?” I snap, suddenly feeling very angry. “You growl at each other over who touches me. You argue and keeping pulling me in three directions. I’m barely holding myself together!”

It felt like the whole place was spinning around me, people whispering at me, the reporter's voice still blaring from the screen, Asher looking at me. Everything was ruined. I did what I was only good at. I turned and ran. Away from all of them, all of those who knew it. I just ran. °°°°°°′°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° ⚠ Self Harm Content Ahead ⚠ Why did this have to happen? Why me?

“No one has ever really loved you.” “You are worthless.” I press my hands over my ears, squeezing my eyes shut, but it does nothing. They live inside me now, woven into every breath, every heartbeat. Sleep has abandoned me. Food tastes like ash. I want it to end. I want it to end so badly that for a terrifying moment, I almost reach for the dagger tucked beneath the folds of my dress I keep for protection. In the end, I do not lift it. I don’t even have the strength to kill myself.

I do not feel pain, I do not know what is happening to me. "My goodness! What are you doing to yourself?! And why is there blood?! Did you do something?!" I just looked at the scream and saw an old woman. I saw that her belongings were already on the floor. All I can see right now is her eyes which were full of concern, she quickly stood beside me and get the wrist that I cut. Before I could speak I was completely blinded by the darkness. After that happened, I secretly did it to myself. Sometimes I secretly injure myself, sometimes I get caught so they can stop me. But now they are hiding the sharp things that I can harm myself.

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains some scenes of self-harm, which some people may find distressing. DEVYN’S POV I could barely sleep that night Gina poured out her heart to me. Standing in the bathroom, my hands leaning against the washbasin, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, feeling a deep hatred and disgust for what I saw. The old Devyn wouldn’t have given a fuck, but the new Devyn I was gradually becoming could barely take it. Gina’s words had impaled through my heart like a spear had been thrown through it. A burning pain overwhelmed me from within.

“LEAVE! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S DISGUSTING HERE. YOU DISGUST ME!” I lifted my wrist, showing it to him, hoping he still cares. “I’m hurt, Noah.” “I DON’T FCKING GIVE A DAMN! LEAVE BEFORE I DRAG YOU OUT MYSELF.” I felt my heart break. I cried harder as I watched him cupping Thalia’s cheeks. Slowly, I tried to lift myself up. Oliver helped me. I saw the employees of Hanson Group watching us through the open door. I bit my bottom lip as I feel like I’m drowning in shame. I slowly walked to the door. For the last time, I looked back at Noah, hoping he’d change his mind and choose me but he’s too busy taking care of his first love.