Psychologicaltrauma Stories

This is not a story about a long mafia war. The war ends in an hour. This is a story about what is found after the guns go silent. Est was married into an enemy mafia family and kept there for a year-not as a partner, but as property. When William destroys that house, he doesn't expect to find someone trembling in its corner, apologizing for existing. William is powerful. Feared. Ruthless. But power does not teach someone how to live again. This is a story about the shape love takes when it arrives quietly-without force, without ownership-growing slowly in the space where silence once lived. only story is mine

Aarohi Malhotra survived the accident that shattered her world - but surviving was never the same as living. Behind her cold silence and carefully built walls hides a girl haunted by forgotten memories, trauma, fear, and emotions she no longer knows how to face. To the world, she appears strong, intelligent, and untouchable. But beneath that control lives a loneliness she quietly carries every day. Then Arjun Sharma enters her life. What begins with misunderstandings and hatred slowly turns into something far deeper - a love built on patience, understanding, and staying beside someone even when they are falling apart. Because sometimes healing does not come from fixing a person. Sometimes, it comes from simply having someone who refuses to leave. But the past Aarohi buried long ago refuses to stay hidden. As forgotten memories slowly begin to surface, her life turns into a dangerous psychological maze filled with secrets, manipulation, obsession, betrayal, emotional conflicts, and truths powerful enough to destroy everything around her. Yet this story is not only about Aarohi. Every character carries their own fears, wounds, insecurities, coping mechanisms, and silent battles. Through different relationships and perspectives, the story explores trauma, healing, attachment, emotional struggles, and the complicated reality of human emotions - because people are rarely simply "right" or "wrong." Sometimes, they are just trying to survive life in the only way they know how to.

[ONGOING STORY] A nation can imprison a man, but not an idea. Set against the backdrop of a futuristic Philippine society ruled by the iron fist of an ultranationalist-fascist regime, a group of masked individuals are drawn together by circumstance and tragedy. Hidden behind their identities and haunted by their pasts, they become unwilling witnesses to a nation unraveling beneath tyranny, corruption, fear, oppression, decadence, and silence. As unrest spreads and the regime's grip begins to crack, they find themselves caught between obedience and resistance, survival and conviction. Bound by loss, disillusionment, and a shared longing for change, they must navigate a world where truth is suppressed, dissent is punished, and hope itself is treated as a threat. But beyond every mask lies a truth waiting to be uncovered, and some truths are powerful enough to awaken the people. A novel in memory of a long-forgotten revolution.

This is my first ever fanfic, so please be kind! But if you want I allow criticism so that I can improve later on!! ✨✨✨ A mostly Tommy-centric fanfic I got inspiration from a Baldi's Basics song 😅, the first few chapters will be on learning about the teenagers and their home with some secrets they find over time, then the real chaos begins. You'll be following Tommy, Tubbo, Aimsey, Eryn, Ranboo, and Purpled on their adventures to prove they aren't monsters and break free from chains that were created for them. (Only some of the characters have been aged down to a teenager role so it works out better and makes sense!) (I tried to download a transparent ranboo for the cover but it kept failing so just pretend they're there, okay 👍🏼)

The Upside Down crew finally stops Vecna, but at what cost? They all have to deal with the loss of Eleven, but Will in particular is hit the hardest. Mike has to help the boy he loves recover while dealing with his own feelings.

Hope and Isabella Mikaelson, two sisters with unique magical powers, find themselves trapped in Malivore as their world begins to collapse. After a failed rescue attempt, they end up in another world - one where magic is not limited to just their own abilities. Finding themselves in the world of Harry Potter, the girls try to understand what happened and how to reclaim their lives, but new challenges await them. In this universe, where wars are fought at every turn and Voldemort continues to spread death...

"What the hell is wrong with you lately?" Yoongi's gaze cuts through him like a knife. He's sure his heart stops in his chest as those dark eyes bore into him as if he were a criminal that was about to be handed a life sentence for a crime he never committed. "You know, for a guy who acts like he's clueless ninety percent of the time, you sure ask a lot of questions." "That's because no one will answer them," He whispers, suddenly unsure of himself as his gaze drops down to his shoes. Yoongi takes a step forward, pushing him closer to the wall until his back is flush against it. "What is that supposed to mean?" He glances back up, deep into Yoongi's dead eyes and immediately knows it's a mistake. This isn't the Yoongi that he knows, the hyung who was kind and funny and present. That Yoongi is gone, replaced by someone who looks just like him, save for the eyes that are almost clouded over, as if the Yoongi in front of him right now had no idea himself what was going on around him. Because the Yoongi he knows would never be like this with him. He has to believe that.

some of my poetry

An incident is an unexpected occurrence, usually unpleasant, associated with a conflict

Every family has secrets, some are funny others are embarrassing or even grotesque. But in my family's case I was the deepest secret. No one except my family knew about my existence. Am I even worth living? If not, I can't deal with this loneliness anymore. With this pain. So please I ask of you my dear sister, please......kill me.

Hoi, ik ben Jayden Parck. Ik ben 19 jaar oud en on the run for my life. Waarom? Dat komt allemaal door hem. Mijn "beste" vriend, or so I thought... Ja, hem. Hij was mijn beste vriend...en hij is geen mens....tenminste niet een zoals jij en ik... Wil je meer te weten komen over hoe we elkaar hebben ontmoet, waarom ik op de loop ben geslagen, waarom ik niemand meer kan vertrouwen? Nou, buckle up dan maar and board the crazy train...

The further we get from home, the closer we are to each other.

By the time everyone discovered Kyra's dead body it was as cold as ice, even the blood on the white floor was dry. Her beautiful slender fingers that was the object of everyone's admiration has turned stiff and looked bloody, even though she was always shouting that she will commit suicide nobody actually took her seriously. After all why on earth a lively girl like her ever commit suicide of all things? But how and why she committed suicide is not the main problem here, the problem is Kyra is actually standing in the same room, wearing the same dress as the dead body that went cold and also looking at her own cold corpse with equal amount of shock and distress. I wanted to end this fucking life, so I ended it but why the hell am i still here? Dear god in the sky, can you just take me back and make me lose my memory please? I wanna reincarnate, this life sucks aaaah......... This is the autobiography of a ghost who wanted to reincarnate, But why is she bound to earth still?

Dazai Osamu, a 15-year-old boy with no will to live, has just transferred to his new high school. Chuuya Nakahara can't help but take notice of this frail, bandaged suicidal maniac as he notices his attempts to cover up his problems with his supposed "carefree" personality. Throughout arguments, hardships, and complications, the two grow closer...or so he thought. Dazai is one with many secrets, and, as they slowly get uncovered, he finds himself unable to run from his problems anymore.

Roksu stared at this man as if he had gone insane. Nobody bothered to sing him a happy birthday song like that. Nobody ever spent his most important day with him-absolutely no one. But here's a stranger, with a terrible, cranky voice, singing Happy Birthday like a dying chicken trying too hard. He didn't know that it takes one meeting to get one chance. He wants a family. The guy wants a family as well. Not even knowing they're both broken people, who found solace from each other. Copyright Disclaimer: Yoo Reo Han owns Trash of the Counts Family/ Lout of the Counts Family, which is legally protected and belongs to the original owner. Anything derived from the original work is purely fictitious-a fanfiction created solely for entertainment. I don't sell or publish any of my work.

This is to inform everyone of the dangers and secrets of gacha.

When Entrapta makes the spur-of-the-moment decision to leap through a portal after Hordak, she finds herself stranded on Horde Prime's flagship in the middle of open space. Hordak has been sent to reconditioning, and Entrapta makes it her mission to find him again, no matter what she might lose in the process.