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*** Trigger Warning*** This chapter talks about a suic*de attempt and self-harming. CRYSTAL When Jonah left from my window, I sat back against the wall with tears rolling down my face and grabbed my bottle of anti-depressant medication, and took 4 of them at once. I closed my eyes and tried to picture my mom holding me when I was a kid but I couldn't. I kept seeing his face and hearing him in my head admit everything, hurt so much more than the night he told me. I took another pill and picked up my pocket knife and cut another line into my wrist then another. I was done with all the pain I have had to go through in my life. I didn't want to live anymore. I cut a couple more lines on my wrist

She noticed after taking a brief look at it while Hilary did her best to hide it. "The mutilation" She would never have thought of doing this again one day to cut her skin she had promised it to her mother two years earlier but no later than yesterday, she had started again to feel better. “In my entire existence, no one has ever treated me like shit like he did.”She says with her gaze lost in the void,climbing her shoulders as if it were normal the fact that she started tracing herself on her wrist. A few hours collapsed and it was time to leave school,

He devoured me. I had been abused as a child, and I had told him about it when we were at the party but his actions proved he didn't listen. I was very depressed already, and I had been cutting myself. Things got really bad after what he did to me. I tried to kill myself. I think I just wanted to cut myself bad and I cut too deep, and I ended up nearly dead. They had to rush me to the clinic.

he cut me off, "I know about the self-harm." I froze. "I know you've been cutting yourself. Burning yourself. Hurting your own body whenever your mind convinces you you've failed." My throat tightened. "And I'm not talking about Dyslexia and Disgraphia I know your doctors diagnosed you with Major Depressive Disorder. I know they prescribed antidepressants, and I know you rarely take them because once you feel a little better, you convince yourself you don't need them anymore." I couldn't look at him, shame filled me.

That’s better than seeing him suffer all alone. I wish he will confide to me instead of self harming. He did it before because he thought he’s alone and it’s the only way to deal with his despair as tears were never an option to him. I know he hates to have any weakness but with me he doesn’t have to hide.

"Just Patches and the shrink the courts sent me. I told the doctor I didn't know what happened; I told the shrink about it talking. Patches told me he knew the razor was talking and it would all be okay. I'm not worried about it. I will just have slash marks for the rest of my life. And I have no idea why I am telling you any of this.” "What I am worried about, Oshey, is that you are hurting yourself when there is no one around to make sure you don't bleed to death from feeding that thing." He shuddered. "Anything that tells you to hurt yourself can't be a good thing, Oshey." She walked out of the room, grabbed her cigarettes, and slipped onto the porch. "I don't need a lecture right now

She cussed when the zipper halted halfway up my back. "Suck it in Ms. Snicker!" She hissed. What does that even mean? I sucked in my stomach and when the zipper went all the way up, I let out a heavy breath. She spun me around and grinned at me. Then she sauntered from the room. I dared a peek in the mirror then regretted it immediately. I was trapped in a tight black dress. It stuck to me like a second skin. It was off the shoulder and the bottom reached mid-thigh. I grabbed the bottom and tugged it down self-consciously. I turned around and gasped softly. It was even shorter in the back. This dress showed my every flaw. But what bothered me most is that it showed the scars that covered my

He gave me a cocky grin and walked out. Bastard. --- *Later that evening* "Elaina." "Elaina." "Elaina, can you hear me?" I slowly opened my eyes to see Adrian staring down at me. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he screamed, and I just lay there looking at him, numb. It had been exactly six months since I'd been free from self-harm. Six months of drowning my pain in books and movies. Until this night… I took a glance at myself one last time as I lay sprawled up on the bathroom floor, bleeding.

She probably had never truly met a psycho. She has no idea how many girls in this world could not even endure a little hardship at all. Once they met a little trouble, they would directly give up on themselves. There were also girls who would do extremely harmful things to themselves for the sake of a few makeup products, and bags, and to be able to appear glamorous in front of others. Those kinds of girls were far more self-degrading compared to Eevonne.

~Trigger Warning: This story is rated 18+. This chapter contains descriptions of self-harming behaviors such as suicide, self-inflicted injuries, body harm, alcohol and drug abuse, which may be triggering for readers with lived experiences.~ For a while I just lay in bed, falling asleep when I finally cried myself into unconsciousness. Sometimes, I got up to stand in the hot water of the shower, but I’d crawl back into bed. Everything felt empty. Nothing was right, and Noah’s words echoed in my head.