Mentaltrauma Stories

This story is about a girl who is studying in a medical faculty and having a mental trauma with her Huge Accident..

Ramblings of an irrational mind that sometimes spews out words that might make sense to some. Or not. But don't let that stop you from giving it a chance. Pictures used belong to their respective owners. Only the written word belongs to me You have been warned.

At some point in life I lost myself only to be found by you. Author's Notes: Each Chapter will have the name of the character in which point of view (POV) is written in.

Random story I came up with, I am not the best writer and there will be random time skips. Some information is left out so you can fill the gaps yourself.

Its a poem... Read it

I heard about him on the news a few days ago! Yeah! They say he's...the burning ember of our society? Was that the wording?- I don't know. It was at least something like that, hah! The C.Q.T.C claimed that he was a project, in the test phase or something? Sounds pretty cool! I mean, a kid, being trained by the government to be society's "Perfect Hero"! I even hear that they took samples of his DNA to show to the public! I don't know about you, but I'm super excited! This could be the fall of All Might, after all! Or, An experiment, an agent working with the government, a Vigilante of the public, a young boy, who's arguably the most feared human that society has come to know of. (Not finished. Will be updated quite often!) (Cover art by me.) (All of the MHA story rights go to Horikoshi!)

Sixteen-year-old Arjun Sen has always lived quietly - not because he wants to, but because silence is the only place that never hurts him. He speaks rarely. He listens always. He survives classrooms like a shadow and walks hallways like a ghost. Until the day Mira walks into his life - bright, warm, and willing to talk to the boy who never talks back. For the first time, Arjun feels seen. For the first time, he thinks he belongs. And then one confession destroys everything. Humiliated in front of an entire class, recorded, mocked, and torn apart, Arjun discovers a truth he was never meant to learn: The living can hurt you. Silence cannot. The Silence He Loved is a slow-burning psychological tragedy about rejection, obsession, and the dangerous comfort of stillness - where love doesn't breathe, doesn't betray, and never speaks back. Act I releases tomorrow. New Act every Sunday.

Shinsou Hitoshi never expected his transfer to class 1-A to lead to a battle of minds and hearts. From the moment he steps into the hero course, one person captures his attention: Izuku Midoriya, the quiet hero in training with walls thicker than steel. Known for his unmatched strategies and skills, Midoriya keeps everyone at arms length, his cold front hiding the burdens he carries. **This is my first time writing, i apologize for any mistakes. English is not my first language.**

IMPORTANT NOTE : I first started writing this story till chapter 11 in my previous account named @JoongRyeon but after taking a break, I forgot the password of the previous account so I'll continue this story from chapter 12 in this account and the previous 11 chapters will definitely be written here the same way as it was in my previous account as it is my new one so please be understanding and do not think that I stole it or something cause I didn't, just unfortunately forgot the previous account's password .

Quirks aren't everything in this world, nor is your family status. Animals with quirks are pushed away, merely because they're animals. Nezu? Heck, he's so smart, everyone's scared of what would happen if they got on his bad side. Half the society, at the very least, still think that he's just an animal. Warning: This fic contains depression, suicide, self harm, etc. Also, SHINDEKU. Chapter Titles are Starset lyrics OWO

It isn't until she goes to meet her new patient that she learns how much it hurts to be brave. Lisa Thompson: a Psychiatrist. Her title's well deserved. She's a saviour, a healer. But after all she's seen, after all she's been through, it's not insanity that's going kills her sanity and it's not depression that's going to bring her down. It seems to her that bond might be what will finally shatter her mind. A/N: editing chapter 2

Confusions. Sadness. Emptiness. Mirai Sienna all encountered this when she was walking alone in an empty, dead, road. Not until she encountered a bump, which lead her to a new world, a new timeline, with new people, new emotions--- a new life. But someone remained. Someone who, no matter what, will always be a part of her. That is, Kako Adriel. A man of the past. "Do they know about how you suffered? Do they know about the sacrifices you made? I will let them know, they will know. I will save you."

This is the #life# of the author if she was'nt able to cotrol her anger.

"Between Smiles & Silence" is a story of four lives bound not by fate, but by the quiet battles they fight within. Abhishek Mehra - a man who has everything: wealth, family, respect... yet carries an emptiness no one sees. Yuvraj Singhania - a name built on pain, raised in loneliness, burning with questions of a past that was never his choice. Pragya Arora and Pihu Raheja - two souls who smile for the world, but hide storms within. One fights silently, the other forgets herself to keep others happy. Alongside them stand friendships that feel like family - Purab, Raghav, Purvi, and Bulbul - each carrying their own truths about self-respect, love, and survival. This isn't just a love story. It's about loneliness that exists even in crowded rooms... sacrifices that go unnoticed... and the courage it takes to finally choose yourself. When broken paths cross - will they heal each other, or deepen the wounds? Because sometimes... the loudest screams are hidden behind the quietest smiles.

If you love stories like Gone Girl or The Haunting of Hill House, this is for you. Do you dare to hear the whispers of the dead? Can you truly tell the difference between a dream and madness... between love and vengeance? Layal-her name is a story on its own. A girl who thought her nightmares were nothing but illusions... until the corpses began to call her name. Now, secret doors creak open to a buried world- a world not quite human. A forgotten cellar. Music drifting from the mouths of the dead. And a man caught between a beating heart... and bloodstained hands. In a place where the line between victim and killer blurs, the graves of the past yawn open- ready to consume everything, even the truth. "A Night in the Arms of Corpses" A psychological horror drenched in darkness. A journey through the twisted hallways of the soul, where no one leaves the same... and no one can be trusted- not even yourself. 🕯️ So the question is... Are you ready to turn off the light and step into the dark? But be warned- some stories leave a mark that never fades, and some doors... never close once opened.

After the final battle at the canal, instead of being thrown into the death loop, Diavolo is taken to a mental institution by the Speedwagon Foundation, and is put through one of the worst tortures....

Words are beautiful She thought Like the poems And what not Until he came along And proved her wrong That his eyes spoke A million shades Like a carving in a stone Which never fades ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "What attracted you towards him? Others asked "He made me laugh " she replied... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey y'all.. read the prologue and if you like it please continue deep inside.. nobody knows how this is gonna go but I'm damn sure its gonna be one of the best books you've read! Happy reading 😉

What would it be like if you were fighting a losing battle against yourself? Ok so I wrote this in school on a piece of notebook paper and it's a little graphic but I kinda like it.(TW SELF HARM) (also if you know me Irl walk up and say "limbo" and walk away)

Take a trip with loveable sweet heart name Bubbles, A wacky and crazy girl named Gabe and a true romantic named Abbaddon.....SIKE. Cover by: Viteloi