Stories About Self Harm Novels & Stories

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, the kind that said he already knew exactly why I was really here. “Freya. You actually showed up. Figured you might chicken out and text me some lame excuse.” I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. “Nah, I’m here. This scar has been messing with my head for years. I fell off my bike when I was a kid, ripped my thigh open on some rusty fence. It’s ugly as shit and I’m sick of covering it up every time I put on shorts or a bikini. I just want it gone.”

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

"So insecure you can't stand seeing others shine. Fighting over men, getting jealous over dresses. Were you starved for attention as a child?" Sheena snapped. She grabbed my arm and slapped me hard. When I recovered from the shock, I slapped her back with all my strength. The slap echoed in the restroom, and Sheena's stunned expression was priceless. Then, she glanced behind me before suddenly turning on the faucet and splashing water on herself, messing up her hair too. Before I could process what was happening, Caleb appeared, demanding, "Harper, what did you do to Sheena?" "Caleb, Harper hit me and threw water on me!" Sheena wailed. "You have to do something!"

Over cups of coffee and plates of decadent pastries, they unraveled the self-deprecating jokes that shielded their hearts. In their shared vulnerability, they found solace, understanding, and an unexpected bond that transcended their self-doubt. Through late-night conversations and quirky escapades, Lily and Emily learned to navigate the complexities of their insecurities together, slowly unraveling the layers of self-hate and replacing them with self-acceptance.

I owed you, now I don't. Loria laughs then says "What's happening?" " Dr. Markus tells her "First, you tried to kill yourself by telling the officials you're mixed, then you literally directly tried when it didn't work obviously." Loria told Dr. Markus "I never tried to kill myself, I jumped in the lake or whatever, pond? River? Who knows, then..." Referencing to the self-harm, "...It was an accident." Dr. Markus feels bad for her and says "Okay."

“You think I’m a sex-crazed mess with no self-respect.” “I think you’ve been touched by people who didn’t earn it and ignored by people who should’ve cared.” That shut me up. He leaned forward. “Amelia, I don’t think you’re broken because you like sex. I think you’re hurting because you don’t know how to be seen without offering yourself first.” I felt it then. That crack. The one running right down my spine. Where every word he spoke slipped in like a knife wrapped in velvet. “I don’t know who I am outside of this,” I whispered.

I didn't want to get hurt right now I really just wanted to run away from it all. "I need to take a shower." I said letting my body shake as I ran into the bathroom. I locked the door and turn on the shower water and letting tears escape my eyes. I reached in the drawer and grabbed my razor blade wanted my pain to desperately go away. I sat on the floor and and tightly grasped the blade trying desperately not to do it. "Don't do it Kat don't self harm again. You don't need a relapse!" I kept saying to myself over and over again. But Jack just puts me through so much!

That's what he called me when I did literally nothing. If it was in the past, I would have sunk to my knees, pleading and explaining things to not make him misunderstand me. But, the present me did not care about it. He could think whatever he wished. I was done explaining. Once Beth had spilled wine on her shoes that Edward had just bought her and blamed me I did it out of jealousy. I slit my wrist and offered Edward to drink it to see the truth through my blood. But, he held my bleeding arm and threw me aside.

In the hospital, Rowan sat by my bedside as he subconsciously traced the edge of my medical chart. "Why can't you just let this go?" he asked in a voice so calm that it was almost devoid of emotion. "Are you using self-harm as a way to get my attention?" I looked at him. He frowned at me like I was an insensible child. "Miranda's situation isn't like yours," he continued. "After she lost her memories, I became all that was left in her world. She and I grew up together. Her parents are abroad and barely have time for her, so she's always thought of me as her only family."

“Shut your mouth, do not say that, you are a modest lady, brought up to be decent” “I thought I was, but then my actions proved otherwise” “Tell me what happened?" Mara looked at her mother and shaked her head “Gone are the days I will self harm just to feel better, I have made a decision to harm those who have hurt me” “What are you saying?” Adeline became scared “I'm saying that since I didn't get what I want, I will make sure to hurt everyone who has contributed to my misfortune!” Mara said this with her eyes red in anger and her tears flowing.