Story About Self-harm Novels & Stories

"Self-harm is not a disease. It's a spell that is cast on us in the weakest moments." [Jacqueline] .... [Jacqueline's pov] Sometimes I love that time passes. That it won't stop for anyone. Because sometimes getting through a night alive is the most audacious thing. Like last night I felt the need to just kill myself. The need to remove the pain of these sufferings. Is death that horrible? Or is it because people have never been able to get through the real hidden secret of it that they blubber against deaths. Have you ever felt that? The feeling of just get the day over. So you won't have to stay in the same place that is hurting you? Huh. What I am even asking, everyone, does feels that. No

Zane caught up with me as he held my arm and asked, “When will I see you again?” “Soon,” I smiled at him and then left. *** TRIGGER WARNING!! — This part of the chapter contains vivid fictional description of self-harm. The attempts were made by the author, who has a personal history of self-harm herself. This is not meant to hurt any sentiments and if you are prone to such content, kindly skip this one and read chapter 35 in which everything about this part will be explained, without the descriptions and graphic content. -Amelia's POV- I reached home in a haste, a little upset that I couldn’t spend more time with Zane and my friends, but anyway, I know I have to be mentally prepared to hear

No scars either. They probably weren’t that deep to vanish within days. I can't help but think that she might have done it last time because of stress. A tough way of coping up with sadness. People's coping mechanisms vary, and maybe to her--it's cutting. Self-harming would never be right but we do wrong all the time anyway. People do shitty things to cope with pain. Some resort to drinking alcohol, some do drugs, some smoke cigarettes, some would even inflict pain on someone else and some just hurt themselves. Either way, everyone's intoxicated.

The rest of the ride is silent and seems like it takes forever, but when I finally arrive at the hospital and go to find help, chaos erupts, drowning out the self-guilt that is beginning to consume me. “Never again,” I whisper, following the doctors and stretcher into the building. “If you survive this little songbird, I’ll never let you hurt yourself again.” This was all that bastard’s fault for coming into our lives and attempting to create a wedge. If I just made him disappear from this world, then things would go back to how they were. “That’s right,” I whisper, taking a seat in the waiting room and pulling out my phone. “He just needs to disappear.”

he started as he opened his eyes, but she interrupted him. “I’ve seen this before,” she said as she dropped his wrist. He risked a quick glance at the injury, still red and weeping where the wolf had bitten deep into his flesh. “You- you have?” he asked, as he turned his arm over and inspected the other side. “Yes, sometimes patients will self harm or fake an injury because they’re scared to leave the hospital, especially after an extended stay.” “Okay, doc, but that’s not what happened here,” “Mr. Clark,” she addressed him as she sat on a rolling stool and took his hand. “Miles,” her lineless face very nearly smiled “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Fear of the unknown is simply human.”

To feel the pieces scatter just to remind myself that I could still destroy things if I wanted to. But I didn't. I walked in silence, letting the echo of my shoes fill the empty corridor. I headed straight to the restroom. Locked the door. Washed my hands, even though they weren't dirty. I just needed something to do with them. Something to ground me. That push-:I regretted it the moment my palms met his chest. But not because I hurt him. Because I gave him a reaction. And people like Jade fed off reactions. Off vulnerability. Off people like me.

Dirty! Used. Unlovable… Even after he’d lost interest in them, when they grew older and tossed them aside like trash, they struggled with everything he’d done. One turned inward, making herself as small as possible in the hopes of not stirring anyone’s interest ever again. While the other sought outside validation, doing whatever she could to feel even an ounce of self-worth... Only when they accidentally ran into each other – both of them planning to end their lives on that day – did they confess what had happened.

Rafe hissed in pain as the liquid touched his very fresh and watery wounds. “Kaella told me that Lexie passed out last night. Does that have anything to do with these injuries?” "I made a mistake and I've made up for it by whipping myself fifty times." "You shouldn't have done that." Betty threw away the bloodied cotton swab and replaced it with a new one. "Only then can I forget all my regrets." "Didn't your psychiatrist tell you that self-harm isn't the solution. It was just a momentary gratification. You will keep repeating the same mistakes next time.”

Before you start i just want to make sure everyone understands that I definitely disagree with what Alex did in the last chapter or what he'll do in this one. I surely don't encourage self-harm in any way, and i am 100% sure it is never the way to overcome anything, there is always a better way to move on from any problem you may face in life. Just put in mind, the character's choice is their own and not mine. Oh and btw, it's not edited XD