Selfdestruction قصص

One Classification. One envelope. One million problems. Just two words will change your life forever. Alex knew what his was going to be. General Dom. Getting Caregiver would be the end of the world. High school was annoying enough, but taking care of a crying, disgusting, ear-shattering Little on top of that? Not a chance. Little does he know, what you want is never what you get. But damn it all. He was going to fight this Classification. No matter what. THIS STORY IS NOT BXB.

"I learned early that knives don't judge you the way people do." An upbringing so hollow that violence became the only thing that didn't ask her to feel. But the ruin came first. The blade just made it bearable. ~ 🩶 ~ Not intended to be perfect or entertaining, but rather created with the intention of showing deep emotions through a compacted version of descriptive imagery.

Akshara Goenka has always been persistent, offering more love than she receives. Despite enduring numerous heartbreaks, she perseveres, tirelessly gathering the shattered pieces each time and stitching them back together. However, there's a limit to how much one can repair before reaching a breaking point. What will occur when Akshara finally reaches hers? ●●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●● This will contain dark topics such as suicide, depression, anxiety disorder, self-harm, unhealthy coping mechanisms, substance abuse, domestic violence, etc. Every chapter or segment will begin with a trigger warning, so please don't ignore it.

She hearing his name whispered in fear. The man her brother trusted. The man the underworld obeyed. Then one night, her world shattered. Her brother was dead. And the name written in blood on that truth was Rishabh Malhotra. Hatred became her armor. Rage became her voice. The very next night, her house was attacked. And the man she believed murdered her brother... appeared. He didn't shout. He didn't threaten. He only moved with silent, deadly precision-and dragged her away. To her, it was obvious: he didn't save her. He caged her. Trapped between fear, anger, and a man who spoke less than anyone else but commanded everything, she had a choice: Hate him... or let the devil who destroyed her life survive in her heart. In a world where revenge burns hotter than love, and darkness hides the truth, how do you fight a man you can't stop hating... yet can't stop wanting?

"I'm not worth saving, Kian. Stop trying to find a version of me that doesn't exist anymore." On the school transcript, Asher Vane is a prodigy-straight As, a brilliant mind, and a guaranteed future. But behind the locked door of his bedroom, he's a disaster. Drowning in a depression that feels like lead, Asher has turned to the only things that numb the noise: smoke in his lungs and fire in his throat. Kian Mercer is the boy who stays. He's nonchalant, cool-headed, and determined to keep Asher on the pedestal where he belongs. Kian hates the cigarettes. He hates the hidden bottles. He hates that Asher is throwing away a life Kian is working so hard to protect. What started as a love story has turned into a battlefield. Kian's "help" has turned into anger and control, while Asher's silence has turned into a weapon of self-destruction. They are two top-tier students headed for the top, but they're tied together by a rope that's beginning to fray. How do you love someone who is determined to disappear? Made by @lexi_makesstories. Warnings! -abuse - toxic relationship VERY VERY VERY short story.

Soleiah Hernandez, a girl who struggles daily in secret. Hiding her broken self in public, always glowing with others. One day, she vanishes. No one knows where she went. Her friends make it to their job to find her.

Trilby didn't lose herself all at once. No. The wheels began turning slowly but surely, when she met with the father she'd last seen as a mere toddler and the family he chose over her. They are nothing like her, and they make sure she knows it. From the moment Trilby steps into their perfect home, all dripping wet while dragging her drenched and heavily packed suitcases on their grey Persian carpet, she is not so subtly glared at. She is condemned. Her fate, sealed. In a mansion built on appearances and silence, she quickly becomes the cold reminder of what her father, their dad, once did. Every look strips her down, every dinner turns into a quiet execution and it's not long before every argument is about her. Surrounded by cold smiles, unspoken resentments, a family that wants absolutely nothing to do with her and nowhere to go after her mother blatantly forsook her for her new husband and her two step children, Trilby mistakes survival with self-destruction. By the time her mother, the reason Trilby is with her father's other family, notices or her father finally looks closer, the signs are no longer warnings but wreckage. Trilby is broken beyond repair and a long lost course. Yet somewhere in the quiet aftermath of her destruction, the world seems to hold its breath, waiting. Trilby's life, once a predictable arc of reckless choices and fleeting pleasures, is now teetered on an edge she hadn't realized existed. A pivot she didn't see coming, a whisper of something, or better yet a certain someone, who'd always been there, but she'd been too blind to note. But now, faced by her new cold reality of raw pain and emptiness, his presence seemed to pulse with unspoken significance. As though he had been waiting for this exact moment, waiting for her to stumble, to break, to see. And in that realization, chilling yet oddly comforting, Trilby feels the first strange tug of a new path opening, one that might lead to more ruin or revelation...

A collection of my one shot poems or whatever you can call them. Thank you for passing by....

Cloé is on a self-destructive path. After a bad break up her best friend thinks she can help her out. Her junior year in high school and she has more freedom than needed. What is Cloé going to do? Is Cloé going to ruin her social status?

A quiet descent into madness, isolation, and identity loss, this story explores what happens when you're invisible for too long... and when even your own mind stops recognizing you.

Placed a few weeks after the kids and their parents managed to escape the facility and Ashlyn is spiralling. (I love Ashlyn Angst, Teehee)

"Us monsters can only rely on what made us monsters in the first place." Yuya wakes up in his bed, his eyes being blinded by the mercy of the sun's rays. Something didn't feel right. He slowly gets reminded of the days prior, wanting to forget. . ݁₊ ⊹ Did i wake up the syudou fandom? Based on "へべれけジャンキー" and "Call Boy" by syudou, made this for fun and thought i should share, buh bye!

Sadie has everything going for her- she's the pretty, party girl with straight A's and a cute, older boyfriend. Until one night she gets dragged out of bed by two men her parents hired and taken to middle-of-nowhere Utah. She's told that her parents enrolled her in a 3-month long therapy program where she'll be forced to live under a tarp in the desert, be sober, and have no contact with the outside world. Is this really the opportunity to heal and grow that her parents and therapist say it is? Or is it a make-shift jail to hold the rebellious daughters who won't do as their told?

Itsuki wants nothing more than to keep his head down and make it through life, unnoticed. It's easy. Stay bound to your strings. Stay in line. Be a good kid. Please others. But, something happens; something he can't ignore, something he can't just brush off if his parents tell him to. Then, there's the new kid, the persistent classmate, who keeps trying to break through his walls, even when Itsuki pushes him away. There's a reason he doesn't want to get close, to him. A reason that was established, as soon as the student was introduced. TW: Swearing, emotional @bus3, SH, and mentions of su1c!d3 P.S. This was based on a dream I had

Why do beautiful dark skin women and men in Jamaica keep using toxic illegal cream to lighten their skin. How do you feel about it? here is how I feel. In an verse.

Teenagers always talk about love, and parents laugh at the silly notions of their children, but young love transforms teenagers. That's exactly what Anna did to Michael, but not all changes are good, and nothing is forever.

Vera was once an innocent teenager that fell in love with the wrong boy. Many years later, when she thought she was finally free from him, he came back, hunting her, tempting her. • • • Idk if that's a good description but oh well

Just feelings that isn't understood by one

Thandi is 15. Popular. Pretty. And a total mess. She's got the boyfriend, the followers, the attitude - but behind all that, she's cheating, lying, and lowkey losing herself. Zayden loves her. Jaxon wants her. Riley sees her. And Thandi? She doesn't even know what she wants anymore. When feelings get real and secrets start spilling, Thandi's perfect image begins to crack. She's hurting people. She's hurting herself. And she's starting to wonder if maybe... she doesn't even like boys the way she thought she did. It's not just high school drama. It's cheating, manipulation, toxic love, identity confusion, and heartbreak that hits different. She never meant to fall in love. She never meant to fall apart either.

"I am Thoughts. Yes, that's my name. I am the evil spirit that resides in every human. I am tired of having to control people. Now I want them. I want them dead. If everybody is dead, then I will be free for eternity. Free to enjoy my life in peace. I'm begining with you. I want you dead, and I'm going to make sure it happens.... soon." He whispered the last part. Bella is haunted by an evil spirit that wants everybody dead. And it was not going to rest till it got what it wanted. And it was starting with Bella.