One Direction Self Harm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I murmured. He went silent for two minutes after my words before stepping back. “I guess you don’t tell your best friend about self-harm when he’s one of the reasons you do it.” “No, look, Carlos—” He walked out of my room before I could say anything else. I let out a sharp breath. Everything was falling apart. This wasn’t what I expected when I fell in love with her. At this point in my life, I had no one to look up to and no one to turn to. My best friend blames himself for something I did, the girl I love doesn’t wanna see me, and I already let down my mother so when I look up at the sky and talk—I know she doesn’t answer back.

Damian sat alone in the dimly lit bedroom, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in one hand, his face expressionless, hollow. His tie was loose, shirt buttons open at the top, his hair a mess, just like his mind. He poured another glass, his hand shaking, and downed it like water. But no amount of alcohol could drown the guilt eating him alive. His vision blurred with unshed tears, and the burn of liquor didn’t even register anymore. His jaw clenched tightly as pain, regret, and self-loathing twisted inside him. Then suddenly, with a cry of rage and sorrow, he stood and hurled the glass across the room. It crashed into the wall and shattered, echoing through the house like a scream.

lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps? lets set fire to the town, perhaps? im tired of pretending to be your precious child, perfect student, "the innocent one" i want to paint obscene material in your blood (in the name of art, of course) @god do you ever feel unreal? are you even real? am i? no i have to be real, I can feel the blood dripping down my arm, the bones cracking in my spine im real. im real. im real. everything hurts!!!!! **** i cant wait to rip you all to shreds !!!!!!

The need to be used. The need to be the center of worship again. I slipped out of bed quietly, locked myself in the bathroom, and masturbated furiously while biting my arm to stay silent. I came three times thinking about being gangbanged while Liam slept in the next room. The guilt was crushing. This was only Day One. How was I going to survive six months? To be continued…

My throat constricted with tears, my vision blurred. “And the scariest thing?” Ian’s voice cracked then. Barely audible. “He has self-harm scars. Old ones. Lots of them that I hadn't noticed the first time at the auction in my panic to get him out. He's got scars on his wrist, thighs, arms, stomach. Some deep. Some not. They’re everywhere. Amber… this wasn’t a one-time thing. He’s tried to end it. Multiple times.”

Warning: This includes self-harm. Read at your own risk. Nalya The ache in my chest grew, and my wolf was silent. I couldn't feel her anymore after she said she needed some time to accept the rejection like he wanted. I cried when I remembered my mate rejected me. I tried to sleep off the pain in my heart, but it was still there. I got a razor blade and cut my inner thighs. It was a habit of mine growing up. Self-injury helped me cope with emotional pain and sadness. It brought me a sense of calm and relief. I made the same pattern I always did, going deeper and deeper into my skin this time. I sighed in relief as I continued my action. I closed my eyes, feeling better now. I threw the razor

SERAPHINA’S POV WARNING: CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES OF SELF-HARM I’m petrified for the first few seconds, unable to say or do anything but stand and be horrified by the sight of what I’ve done to him. I swore over and over again that this wouldn’t happen, that no one else would get hurt, and yet I did it. He groans painfully, pulling himself out of the indentation in the wall and dusting off the bits of wall debris clinging to his clothes before he looks at me again, more confused and shocked than ever.

Maybe…maybe if I hurt myself he will care. Tears streamed down my eyes, grabbing a knife from my desk, I gazed at it in contemplation. I couldn't live without Damien. He had to see me, he had to love me. My hand trembled as I led the knife towards my wrist, slicing it open. The knife fell to the floor making a loud clunk. I gazed at the slit on my wrist, blood dripping on the floor. My knees buckled, and my eyes grew dim. Quickly, I grabbed my phone and dialed Damiens's number.

I have anxieties because of my father and since I cannot put them away at the moment I have to do things to hurt myself just so I can calm my nerves. It was only Amelia who knew this and even though she had tried so hard for me to stop, it was just impossible. I can't stop it. I have gone too far to even try. The times he had hooked me up with those men I ended up hurting myself just so he would assume that I had sex with them. My father was a sadist, he enjoyed it when I was in pain. The only way that I could prove that I was in pain was to cut myself every single time till I got used to doing it.

Everything hurts and when he opens his eyes… “You’re nothing but a fucking Omega, you hear that, boy? You are a fucking Omega, nothing else.” * * * * * * * * * * Ronan woke up drenched in sweat and catching his breath. It felt like he ran a whole mile and he fell off the cliff the same time. His heart is hammering inside his chest, his head feels like it's cracking slowly. He wants to hurt himself. He wants to just kill himself. Damn it. He groaned and tried controlling his breathing.