Saddest Suicide Stories Novels & Stories

01% so most women who were eager to get pregnant to have a Sotiras kid have failed. And of course, the subject that came out and was tested as a failed ‘Sotiras’ lived their whole life being abuse day and night, humiliation, depression until the abused children suicide by cutting their arteries directly without leaving a goodbye note that lead for the parents to bear the consequences and sentence to murder for a lifetime after investigating the whole thing. Heroes and Sotiras really had a huge gap of differences.

"You like it? This is an exclusive ocean fireworks show just for you. As long as you're happy, forget a few water columns... I'd buy you this entire ocean if that's what it takes." My heart sank, but I did not have time to process the pain. Blake was already trembling in my arms, his mind breaking from the terror. He shakily raised his wrist where his smartwatch was strapped, tapped on his father's contact, and stammered through tears into the device. "Daddy... please... stop... I..." Before he could finish, another torpedo exploded nearby. On the other end, Zachary let out an impatient, mocking laugh. "Don't call me that! My son doesn't stutter like you, you autistic little brat!"

I want to quote Hazel Grace Lancaster, the main character of the famous book The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene, when she said that "depression is the side effect of dying". Indeed it is. My aunt wasn't literally on the brink of death. But ever since Allen had died, she appeared to be so every day. I want to mention another quote I saw on the internet. It was something about being sad, and it goes, "Suicide doesn't kill people, sadness does".

Austin won't even give me a pity fuck when he knows I'm going to die. I lay in the dark feeling sorry for myself. I really need to suck it up. Suck up the disappointment called life. Suck up the fact that I will die and no one will care. To make this entire day worse, I turned on the flashlight and the batteries failed within two minutes. If I'm lucky, I'll die down here tonight just like the flashlight batteries. I could probably tear the blanket and fashion a noose. That would work if I wasn't a chicken shit. I've thought of suicide most of my life and have never been able to take that final step. Now is no different. After yawning and trying to find a comfortable position to sleep, I mana

I failed him in the most unforgivable way. I nodded silently as he spoke, watching as he tried and failed to keep control of himself, playing with my fingers before linking together our hands once again. He did not want me to see him in such a state of vulnerability. But I could tell by his grip that he also did not want me to leave. "Most people who commit suicide don't actually want to die. They just want the pain to end.

“My mother loves your dad. Intimate things happened to them. But your good-to-be-true father left my mom and married your mother. And your father doesn’t know that I exist—do you get me, Helios? He did not answer. “Because of your parents, my mother fell into a depression that she tried to take her own life. She almost died when I was just five. And it’s because of that fucking love. It was too hard for her when your dad left her. She brought the pain for years, until one day when I was ten, she hanged herself. She always had this suicidal instinct, thanks to your fucking parents. And I live alone in the dark!” “Where did you hear that story?” asked Helios.

His breathing came out in short pants but I continued. "On the guy's way to bring his wife's mother, he met with an accident. He..." I stopped, looking at Yusuf who had crouched on the floor, holding his head painfully. I wanted him to remember. Ya Allah!, let him remember. Memories are a hard thing to forget because they surface when least expected and we are never prepared for it. "The doctor told the girl that her husband met with an accident and had tasted to death. She was left with the baby. She cried, screamed, and wailed because she couldn't accept it. She nearly committed suicide because of her love"

Jared’s dangerous voice sent shivers down to his spine. “Don't worry, I won't disappoint you.” Gulping down his fear he reassured him. “You better not.” With that saying Jared hung up the call and the dealer smiled triumphantly. As today he was going to get a big amount of money today. His happy moment was short lived as one man came running to him and said while panicking. “Sir, one of the thousand girls in that container has committed suicide.” Hearing his words his eyes went wide in shock. “Fuck! Why did she have to die now? If she was planning to die who didn't die after reaching there. Oh, such a nuisance.” He ran his fingers through his hair and groaned frustratedly.

I feel his absence every day, especially when I wake up and the feeling of being alone crawls back in, deep into my skin. The day he proposed to me was the happiest, and somewhere in my heart, I felt that happiness doesn’t last forever but never in a million years did I imagine it would be this short-lived. I had a feeling he would do something stupid the moment he left, he wasn’t alright and I was to blame. I said those hurtful things to him when he was at his lowest. Somewhere in his heart, he felt he wouldn’t make it out alive so he chose this. Noah committed suicide, as I was informed by the police. He drove his car straight into the river from the top of the bridge.

Well an average high school student since I was self taught and involved myself with people who were older than me or had graduated from college. I worked as a librarian and though the pay wasn't much, it put food on my table. Then I met Jon and he brought me to America where life was more favorable for me. After I lost Jon, I was in a serious state of depression and heartbreak. I made five suicide attempts and it was always Jon's mother who saved me from ending my own life. I had to be locked up for observation because my pregnancy didn't help with my mental state. It was a crisis and a living hell to me and Jon's mother.