Bella Winters is a seventeen year old with little confidence, controlled daily by her anxiety. Bella wants to remain hidden in school but ends up gaining the attention from the school's popular bully, and the school's heart throb all within the same week. A heartwarming tale where Bella Winters endures heartbreak that sends her on a discovery of self love and confidence. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED - Do not copy/reproduce or use any of the text in this story.

"Please, don't do it." He said. "Why not? I want to leave this world of hate." I said as I move closer away from him, away from suffering. "Because I love you." said my savior. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reagan Adams is where our story starts. Her father, her brother, and herself has been alone since Reagan's mother died of cancer three years ago. Ever since, Reagan has spent most of her life in the back were no one troubles her. Then she is move from sunny Florida to cold Maine, and that's where the problems start. Reagan starts to be bullied and cutting herself. One day, drove by her bullies, Carly Scott and Jamie Thomas, to kill her herself until someone stops her. Alec Clark has been living in Maine his whole life with the same boring town, with the same boring school, and with the same boring kids. He lives a normal live until a girl named Reagan, that hides behind hoods and is always in the back, sparks his interest. Alec tries so hard to break down Reagan's walls, but she won't let him in. Alec spend his entire freshmen year to finally be called a friend by Reagan. At the end of the first week back to school for the new year, Alec runs into Reagan, almost jumping off a bridge.

"How are you?" "I'm living, quietly bleeding."

su·i·cide; ˈso͞oiˌsīd/ [noun] 1. the action of killing oneself intentionally. 2. intentionally kill oneself. a story of a senior high school student faking her own death to reach out to other students. © 2014 by pariahs. All Rights Reserved cover by: -polaroids- Other # 23 / Teen Fiction # 107

Alexandra is deep under depression and wanting let out. Her mother died during her birth and her dad abuses her and blames her. Can someone save her and bring beauty from her pain? (Based off of song Beauty from Pain by superchick)

I can solemnly swear, that I am up to no good. • • • • • • • • • • • I got released from jail approximately six months ago, and I'm currently a happy bunny in this lovely home. This home now being my 13th home. I should consider calling it a hotel since I only stay at these so-called 'homes' for a short period of time, before I'm kicked straight back to foster care. Luckily, I only have a few hours until I can finally leave to university. My current foster family have actually given me the money to get an apartment. I will obviously have roommates, but that won't be a problem because they'll probably hit the highway once they hear about my background. "Jordyn, I hope you've packed everything you need, we have to leave soon." Karen called from downstairs, causing me to roll my eyes. "I don't give two shits!" I yelled back, resting my arms under my head. Wow, no answ- "Don't swear please, Jordyn!" She yelled back, probably stressing about something pretty useless downstairs. And there it came. Karen's my foster mother. She is currently married to Simon the Engineer. They suite each other quite well, not that I'd know much about relationships. She has a 4 year old son, whom is the only person I've actually loved in my life. Now you're probably expecting a back story right? Well, I cannot provide you with it because I do not know where I've come from. The one thing I know about myself is I was put in foster care when I was merely 6 years old, I have blonde hair and strikingly blue eyes. I've been in foster care on and off for about eleven years now. Lucky me. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, becoming inevitably bored of simply staring at the bland white ceiling. I tapped my foot against the floor absentmindedly, drumming my long, pale fingers against my thigh. • • • • • • • • • And it is here, my story begins. ------ Highest rank: #55 in badpasts

Maya lives alone at the bottom of the ocean. Even the scientists recording her every move can't predict what's about to visit. [Sci-Fi Short Story | Complete] "Down here, life was scarce, and the creatures outside her bunker grew larger, lonelier, and hungrier." ⊱˟⊰ Featured in @WattpadScienceFiction "Punk Fiction"

Skylar Keaton doesn't believe in miracles, or God, or anything else that isn't scientific fact, so maybe that's why Halley Demarco was able to turn Skylar's life upsidedown. She wasn't a miracle, she was a comet.

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Adrift after a failed suicide attempt, golden boy Everest can't find anything worth living for - until he meets Beverly, a loner determined to prove him wrong. ***** For a boy who seemed to have it all - wealth, good looks, popularity, a wide circle of friends - Everest Finley becomes the ultimate social outcast after failing to take his own life. Dejected and alone, he starts his last year of high school by acting out, determined to ruin his golden boy reputation after his best friend and girlfriend both turn on him. But to his surprise, resident loner Beverly Davis reaches out and tries to befriend him. Ever the optimistic, her empathy and persistence eventually convinces him to spend time with her, and the two slowly bond over their complicated family lives and a love of singing. But even as their budding friendship begins to hint at something more, Everest continues to struggle with depression and unhappiness. Can a simple pact between the two truly encourage him to find something worth living for? Content and/or Trigger Warning: this story contains mentions and descriptions of depression and self harm. -SKY

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }