Story About Self-harm Novels & Stories

"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!"

Ivy faced him and could see the pain in his eyes. "You have a big heart for forgiving me, there is so much that one's heart can take." "He made my life a living hell and I don't think that any child or human has to experience that but yet he didn't care. I turned out just to be like him, you know. I can never forgive him for that energy. Can I forgive myself?" "Stop hurting yourself over it. What's done is done. That's in the past now." Ivy smiled and circled her hands around his stomach, hugging him.

It was usually caused by the people who came into my life, took whatever they wanted and left me to put myself back together again. Things would seem okay for a while and I'd reach that moment of hope, for my life to turn out good, but fate had other plans for me when it was no more people harming me, but it was me doing that. I was now the one harming myself unknowingly, until my eyes opened up almost too late and I found myself fighting for my life in a hospital.

I don't want to. It's the only way? I wish I had someone to tell, I want to talk to someone and I want them to help me out of this. I need someone. I can't do it by myself. A thought comes rushing in my mind, I always keep a paperclip in my pocket as I frequently use them for school. But I knew It wants me to use it in a different way. 'Just get it done.' 'Someone out there must care about me, someone out there must not want me to do this.'

Astra agreed. "I am sorry if it was a sensitive topic for you. It must have been a gruesome experience," Jared said. Gruesome did not begin to cover the experience. It was painful and scary, she felt like she was seeing death. The smoke was choking and almost killing her, and she hated herself for so long. She hated her body, she hated her mental health. She wanted to commit suicide for so long, it had taken her so long to normalize and love her self again. "It was a hard time, but I have moved on and I am grateful," Astra said.

I hated this. I hated myself for breaking the vow I had sworn to keep. I had promised myself not to resort to self-harm no matter what the circumstances were again, and yet...yet...in the few hours, just a measly twenty-four hours that I spent after knowing Ravenna, I had fallen back to it.

I felt a pang of sadness at her words, realizing the depth of her loneliness. “You are just seven, Summer; how could you think like that?” Summer looked down, her eyes welling up with tears. “I just feel so lost sometimes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Self-harming is never the answer, and where did you learn to do that?” Summer’s eyes filled with tears as she confessed, “Mom used to cut her hand with a razor blade when she was upset. And one day when I asked her why she was cutting herself, she told me it was a way that made her feel good.” I felt a mix of sadness and anger at the thought of Summer’s mother passing on such harmful behavior to her daughter.

"What else did Sophie talk to you about? Anything about why she did what she did?" She hesitates once more. “You probably won’t like what I’m about to say to you.” “Say it anyway.” “Okay.” She squares her shoulders. “He didn’t say it out loud, but I could pick up some clues from our conversation. There are a few main reasons that a child would hurt herself like that. The first is because she wants to commit suicide. I don’t think that’s the case here; Sophie was very engaged with me. Secondly, some people hurt themselves because they’re having a hard time processing their emotions, or they feel empty or disconnected, and the pain helps ground them. Pain is something predictable that they can

She has spelt her evil intentions audibly for me to understand and my part is to submit to her whims. I release the grip of my teeth on my lower lip the moment the tinge got painful. I’ve been told not to self harm, it’ll be suspicious if I do. The thought of wounding myself to the point where I am hospitalised has crossed my mind several times daily, because at least in a hospital, I can choose who will have access to my room, but I can’t even hurt myself. I let out an exhale. Acting as if I’m fine when I’m not is the worst thing yet. I am not fine. In all my nineteen years of living, I have never felt so trapped and petrified like I do right now.

He spoke, it was the first time I had heard his voice in three days, it was still calm and soothing but there was a hint of anger in it, one that I didn’t like. He was about to walk away and I sprinted toward him and stood in front; I can’t deal with this like this, I can’t deal with it alone, I need someone to be with me and it has to be him. “I used to self-harm.” I breathed out, my heart skipped for a moment when my eyes met his, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes. “I use to use little blades or knife to hurt myself and when I started dating Nicholas, it got worse; I stopped after we broke up, I seeked for help for a while but I didn’t want anyone to know so I stopped, not even