Roleplay Plots

Suicidal/self harm

"Out of our way!" The paramedics yell. "We have an attempted suicide!" I was laying on the stretcher, bleeding rapidly, my back crushed, my legs and arms limp, my chest rising and falling, barely, and I'm soaking wet. You spot me, we went to school together, and you ruined my life, only because you hated yours, and you thought picking on the kid who had everything would make your poor life, seem better. It didn't. I had gotten quieter through the years, shy, scared of everyone. It had been seven years since I'd transferred schools, I'm 21, you're 23. We're both at a big festival, when I decided to jump off a cliff, and into the bay next to the fairgrounds. (Continue as 1/5. Let me know who. Meant to be sweet, loving, caring, and life changing.)

Diana. That song is about me. 1/5 wrote it, for me, his best friend, and secret crush. He saved my life, but I never knew I was saving his at the same time. So many times I've decided to give up, but you were always there. I've been brought down, but you pick me up. I've cried, you've dried my tears. I've cut, you've healed the wounds. You've saved me. But now, you need saving. You girlfriend breaks up with you, accuses you of cheating, lying, getting high, and abusing her. One lonely night, I'm asleep, when my phone rings. It's one of the other boys. "R-Rachal. Meet us at the hospital.... We found 1/5 a little bit ago, he had cut his thighs really bad, and he wasn't breathing. H-he needs you here." My eyes widen, "I'll be there soon." (Hi! I'm Rachal! I have layered black hair with bangs, blue grey eyes, and a few tattoos. Continue as 1/5, and the boys at times, maybe even a doctor. Tell me who you want to be.)

1.) 1.) Psych ward. I'm the new patient in the psych ward. Night terrors. Cutting. Anger/trust issues. I've tried to kill myself seven times. One less than 1/5. Who is showing me around. And apparently. Because of lack of space. Is my roommate. I'm sharing a room. In the psych ward. With a guy. Wonderful. I hate people. I haven't talked in two years. I don't have friends. I've never been hugged. Never been kissed. My family disowned me. Will I ever become me again? Or will I be like this forever? (Hi! I'm Rachal. Continue as 1/5. Just let me know who. Long brown hair and blue eyes.)

2.) .I'm an angel. Literally an angel. God sends me to earth to help people, mainly teenagers who are having a rough time. I was nineteen when I died, that why I help teenagers. I was sent to help you. You would be drawn to me right away, and attached. There is no fighting it. Your suicidal, depressed, angry, sad, and sometimes even a little happy. But my time to help you is limited. Unless, under one small condition, God allows me to stay. We fall in love. If we fall in love, I am changed in my human form, forever. (Please continue as 1/5. Just tell me who. Take it where you want. Can be dirty.)

3.) It was my first day as a councilor at your school. I was only 19, I was considered 'advanced' and was allowed to go to college early. I went around to all the classrooms giving out a survey, one might say, of your personal lives, so I could see who I wanted to talk to. One stood out. A lot. Thoughts of and attempted suicides. Cutting. Being beaten. And this one just so happen to be yours. I bite my lip as I walk into your home room class the next day. "I need to see 1/5. Please." I look at the teacher. Being young my outfit was a bit provocative. (Hi! I'm Rachal. Continue as 1/5. Just tell me which boy. Feel free to take this anywhere you want. I have outfits to go with certain days and events. •can be dirty• Wearing; http://www.polyvore.com/day_in_mall/set?id=85537977 )

4.) Harry, Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn were doing charity work in America. It was pretty much like the lottery. They had to draw from a bowl, to see the situation they would be in, it didnt matter who, what, or where in America. They had to do it. Harry chose first, getting a little boy who's mom abandoned him with his military father at birth, his father had just been killed in action. Niall got a girl who just won her battle with cancer. Liam got a family with money problems. Louis got a family who'd lost everything. And then there's Zayn. He got stuck with me. A stubborn, rebellious, fighting, bitchy, depressed, bipolar yet sweet, shy and sensitive 19 year old girl. My mother was killed in a car crash. My father killed overseas, much like the boy Harry got, but I had my brother. My abusive, drug addict, booze drinking, ass of a brother. (Hi! I'm Rachal. Please continue as Zayn?)

5.) I tried committing suicide. Now I'm in some teen center, until I get 'fixed'. Or that's what my parents told me. They are the reason, along with my 'friends' that I'm in here. The nurse told me today, after handing me a form to fill out, that they will match me up, with a kid my age so we can do therapy together, and have someone to talk too. That made me happy, someone my age that understands me! Finally! She told me two days later that they had found a boy my age for me to start hanging out with. I look up from my book to see him. Almost black eyes, tan skin, dark, perfect hair, tall. He looks nervous. And I guess I probably do too.. (Hi! I'm Rachal! Please continue as Zayn! Can be dirty at some point if you want! Thanks love!)

"Are you sure you want to do this, its dangerous." My dad asked me pulling into the parking lot of the fairlem asylum. "Yes dad I'm sure" I nodded. I have always had a fascination with the insane mind and I had also just finished my year 12 in school and had been offered my first job at my local fairlem asylum.

"Ok be safe" he said. I nodded and walked inside. "Ah miss Quinn." Dr.kleen said approaching me with a file in his hand. "I wish you the best of luck have a great day" he placed the file in my hands and walked away. I opened my file.

'Name: Payne, Liam age: 20 Dob: unknown Floor: 3rd Cell number: 12 Diagnosis: severe hallucinations, bipolar disorder, add, violent out bursts, depression' my eyes widened as I stared at the folder. They gave me a challenge and to be truthful I was alittle scared. (Hey im Eleanor Quinn, Ellie for short. I just turned 17, I have brown hair and bright green eyes. Im now working as an aid for Liam please continue as Liam dont be afraid to make him violent or mean. It will be dirty.)