"Why do you do this to yourself? You have everything: a father who loves you, friends, money, activities. I want to know why you threw it all away." Why? You want to know why? Step into a tanning booth and fry yourself for two or three days. After your skin bubbles and peels off, roll in coarse salt, then pull on long underwear woven from spun glass and razor wire. Over that goes your regular clothes, as long as they're tight. Smoke gunpowder and go to school to jump through hoops, sit up and beg, and roll over on command. Listen to the whispers that curl into your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and bitch and whore and worst of all "a disappointment." Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anesthetic and it works. For a while. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it's too late because you're mainlining it now, straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can't stop. Look in the mirror and find a ghost. hear every heartbeat scream that everysinglething is wrong with you. "Why?" is the wrong question. Ask "Why not?" **TRIGGER WARNING** This story contains the main character self harming herself, starving herself/anorexia, blood, depression, and dark thoughts.

"I would kill to be skinny," She would always cross her arms and say. So she did what she said, she went killing, but the only person she was killing, was herself. //COMPLETED//

***I Don't Eat Cupcakes*** "Cupcake?" I eyed the sugary snack and willed myself not to stuff the whole thing in my mouth. "No thanks. I'm not hungry." Lie "I ate before I got here." Lie "So I'm pretty full." In case you haven't guessed it yet that was also a big. fat. lie. Now why would I not want to eat a perfectly frosted chocolate cupcake with rainbow sprinkles? I mean, who in their right mind would do that? It's a chocolate cupcake! But I'm not in my right mind, I don't even know where my mind is anymore, all I have is a voice in my head saying-never mind. I'll just get straight to the point and tell you who I am. Hi. I'm, Diane Coleman and I'm anorexic.

"It's alright, John, I'm here. I'm right here, and I'm not leaving." Freddie whispered, shakily, holding my body closer to his chest, kissing the top of my head and crying into my hair. "Don't cry, love, please don't cry." He breathed, petting my hair down so I would stop sobbing. "Why did you choose me, Freddie? You deserve so much better than me- you all deserve so much better than me." I sobbed against his chest and he rubbed my back in response. "I didn't mean to do it- I didn't mean to do it!" I screamed and he shook his head, patting me in attempt to calm me down. "No, John, don't start with that. You know very well why I chose you... I love you, and I love what you did for me... We'll get through it this time- we always got through it." Trigger warning: eating disorders and drug usage [started September 26, 2018 - ended May 1, 2019]

"Please! Just show me your scars" he pleaded in the harsh weather as thunder boomed. "No! You don't care" I shook my head. "Laura! Listen" he yelled. "I care more then I can express! Just please, show them to me" he whispered softly. I shook my head and bit my bottom lip as rain poured on the two of us. I looked down and whispered one word. "Why?" He leaned my head up. "So that I can see how many times you needed me when I wasn't there" he whispered as a tear fell from his eye. I looked up at him and wiped it away as he wrapped his arms around me. "Ross you were always there. You just never helped" I whispered. "That was because I didn't know how. And now I do" he leaned down. I leaned up and met our lips, my eyes fluttering closed. This... this is perfect. All because of my scars.

She stood at the end of the cliff debating if she would jump, and that's when she made up her mind and took a step into the darkness. What happens when someone tries to save her,and she almost survived,but slipped through his fingers and she was falling. He thought he could save her but he was wrong For she cannot be saved

First day of college. Darcy Winters is a new student, she's quiet, quirky, lovable but not what people expect when they really get to know her, she puts on an act to mask what goes on in her head, to fight the battle of mental illness that controls her life, she doesn't tell most people because most people simply don't care or call her an attention seeker so she doesn't bother to let anyone in, but there is someone who lies in her future that she just might let in. Issac Flynn, the lovable rouge of the college, he's been a student for longer then he should by having failed most his subjects, he's very cheeky and wins over the hearts of teachers to get what he wants but will he also win the heart of someone else when all the new students arrive?

His hands are soft against my skin. "I love you" he says. I hold back my tears and my heart aches. No matter how much people say it, it will always feel like a lie. You can't kidnap someone you love, that's not how it works. "No you don't, you can't possibly love a broken girl like me" I shot back. A girl who gets taken away for a better life. A guy who wants to give her a new life.

"You're depressed." Harry told me. "That's it isn't it?" "We're all depressed." I said. "We all have something eating away at us. We all have insecurities and the want for someone to accept us for who we are; make us feel happy. But some people are just better at hiding it. Heather James is a seventeen year old girl with an eating disorder that is extremely unhappy with herself. After her dad dies, she finds herself going down a dark and twisted path that she can't seem to get out of. She feels alone in her own body and all that she wants is for someone to come and rescue her. Someone to fix her. And one day, when she meets Harry Styles unexpectedly, her whole world changes for the better. ~Cover created by @ceilteinte~

not all princes can save the princesses [lowercase intended] *trigger warning for any of those who are battling with an eating disorder *trigger warning for those who self harm as it is briefly mentioned in this story