Referencedsuicide Stories

acrophilia. noun. (uncountable) a love of heights. "For your information, some people actually enjoy heights and are not suicidal. I was just appreciating the view, enjoying the wind. I was actually enjoying life until you ruined the moment," he spits, carrying so much resentment that Jaebeom actually feels sorry. "I... I'm sorry. You just... looked like you wanted to jump." "You should've thought better before ruining my perfect moment and throwing me to the ground, which by the way, hurts like hell. Ass." (...) When Jaebeom's life is going down, he meets a strange boy who turns his world upside down. /crossposting on AO3/

Monomi could plead all she wanted, Nagito had already made up his mind. This is, somewhat, a 'written account' of the scene when the player takes control of Nagito. Some elements may differ from canon, although not drastically. 850 words.

An alien whos new name is Griffin Parkes wants to go to Earth to meet the hairy flesh sticks, only to be annoyed by them and go after a forest that tells tales of possible real or faked suicides because a tree told them to? curious.

Tsuna glanced over at the clock again, taking in the soft ticking. He sat up, straightening the way he'd been taught to always do. He was still in his suit, uncomfortable as it was, it was the only thing that felt familiar at this point. There was still the irritable urge to reach down and straighten it. Tuck his dress shirt into his pants. Redo his tie. Button his blazer. All the things he was expected to do automatically, and all the things he shouldn't care about. Not anymore.

"The fault in our stars much, huh?", Jisung would say with a chuckle on his lips when he watched Chan do it for the first time, almost mocking him for it. But Chan didn't take it as mocking. He just smiled and took the cigarette out of his mouth, rolling it between his fingers a little before he decided to speak up. "Augustus used it as a meatphor, right? The cigarette could kill him, but only if he gave it the power to do so, right? You see, being with you is like that metaphor. You are the cigarette and...let's say someone else, someone better than me, is the lighter. If the lighter lights the cigarette it would kill me." So if someone else took Jisung away from him he would die. Or Chan doesn't have the guts to read Jisung's suicide letter, even after four years have passed, and it's keeping him from letting go of everything and moving on. But Felix is there to help him.

"Why did you have to make it so... cryptic? Seriously- metaphorical? I thought you were dead. Gumshoe though you were dead. Maya. Everyone-" "Franziska knew." "Of course she fucking knew." Phoenix stood suddenly from his seat on the couch. He faced Edgeworth with tears streaming down his face. "Of course SHE fucking knew, right?! SHE wasn't there for you. SHE didn't defend you. Where was she when you were accused of murder? NOT there! Where was SHE when you needed her the most? In fucking GERMANY!" He collapsed to the ground. Body wracked with sobs. "Mr Nick?" a small, innocent voice. Pearl. Look what you've done, Phoenix, you've woken her up. "Pearl, go back to bed," he whispered through his crying. "This is a dream. Go back to bed." prompt: There are some mistakes that "sorry" doesn't fix. Phoenix was making sure Miles learned that the hard way.

The gods of the Golden Pantheon adore their most devoted worshippers, their love is even enough to gift immortality and sprout wings...

rue reflects on what it took to get her on this damned hovercraft, and she hates how she can look back and see each sign of what was to come. eventually, she learns something good might just come of her misery. OR, katniss would kill herself before she would kill rue.

Venting poems I will just fucking kill myself English is not my first language

Izuku Midoriya may have a quirk now, but he's still just another Deku in a network society views as useless. Or I just discovered the Red Shoe Theory and I absolutely had to write something about it.

'Dear Evan Hansen.' The words were easy enough to type, but Dr. Sherman had told him to say them out loud. It was bad enough he had to write letters to himself for therapy- if he had to say them out loud while he was typing them, it would make him feel like even more of a freak. 'Today is going to be a good day and here's why. Because today, all you have to do is just be yourself.'

"I hope tonight when I have gone, I go to a world as beautiful as the one you already know."

Tommy was used to the cold and running, and thievery and even to seeing fellow homeless people on the street smoking cigarettes that they somehow afforded or stole, but never did he fucking expect to see some high cocky mother fucker try and talk to him "You want a hit" "Fuck no, one, you're a stranger, two, that's mega fucking illegal, and three, we are on a goddamn public train" "Suit yourself" the man replied And Tommy can't help but think maybe riding the train tonight was a bad idea Tommy is a 14-year-old boy that dropped out of school due to lack of parents and money, hip hip hooray, and is also on the run to not be drooped off into an adoption center or be caught by the police for being a little thief boy, and then he meets some sort of drug addict on a train who is weirdly nice. Or Classic Tommy angst fic with Wilbur kidnapping a child, and Philza being okay with that, but make Wilbur a drug addict with some weird ass issues. Or Somebody needs to stop Philza from adopting kids with trauma.

Lotus dies and Rurik struggles to cope. (No Cover yet.)

A love story that was filled with so much passion between two lovers that weren't fated to be. Two unfortunate people destined to become star-crossed lovers. ~~~ "I hope we'll see each other in another life, Jungkook." "In death do we part, my love."

After being sorted into Slytherin, Harry Potter is vilified by the whole school; he decides being a wizard isn't worth all the heartbreak. Warning, suicide mention. Also posted on ao3 and ff.net.

Playtime Co. College, the most prestigious college in the country, where only the top students get in and graduate. Then there's you, who, by a stroke of luck, made it in but has already missed half a semester. The shock was justified-something strange is happening. You're is starting to develop an unusual ability to move objects with your mind. Amidst this chaos, you sit with you're only friend, Karasu, battling your overwhelming social anxiety while trying to master your newfound power and learn to use it carefully. (The Smiling Critters, mostly female, play a significant role in the story later.)

Aiden. His hands are always warm. I don't know why, but I can't stop thinking about that one fact. His hands are always warm. Maybe it's because that was one of the tells that it wasn't actually Aiden on the roof. Maybe it's because he always holds my hand in support whenever one of us needs it. Maybe it's because I like holding his hand. Wait. That's not normal, is it? For friends to want to hold each other's hand? To really want to hold each other's hand? OR: Ashlyn Banner and Aiden Clark have a crush on each other. But of course, everything's going wrong in the phantom dimension. Not only to they have to deal with the fact they like each other, but they also have to survive every night and protect each other at the same time. ***will be on hiatus from 11/24 - 1/5! chapter 11 is the last chapter before hiatus!***