Suicideprevention Stories

Welcome all souls! A story about the afterlife journey where each soul finds their way into the afterlife. A story that puts emotions and pain into something readable for viewers. Hope you enjoy it!

!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way that a good father could be assumed to sound. "This isn't what you want, it never has been and it never will be. Confusion is difficult to work through, but if you just let me help you, I can show you that it can be worked through." He rolled up his sleeve, showing several white streaks across his skin. The other was shocked. "N-no, I'm not good for anything, I'm nothing there's nothing for me." He shook his head many times, holding it in his hands after a bit. "No." "Can I touch you?" The boy who was trying to help this poor soul had approached a few paces. His voice was now quieter, more soft, and still caring. The boy at the bridge took a moment to think, then nodded his approval. The savior gently took the boy's hands delicately in his own and gently pulled the boy back. Well, less of a pull and more of a gentle suggestion. It worked and the boy stumbled down off of the edge. The boy started to cry. How could he be so weak that a boy, the same age as him, who seemed to have the same ideas and hatred toward himself as he, could keep him from stepping off? The other simply gently led him to his vehicle and took out a water bottle out of the backseat. The boy took it and looked at it suspiciously. "It's untampered, look, it's still sealed." Upon seeing this, the boy opened it and took a few sips of water. "Thank you. For the water." The savior smiled. "It's nothing much." He shrugged. "Have a phone? If you want I can put my number in and then you'll always be able to tell someone if you're having a pissy day." Surprisingly enough, the boy agreed. . They would both be around twenty.

Title is self-explanatory... some reasons not to kill yourself. Just know that you're worth it, okay? |-/

[100 reasons to stay alive] we all feel down sometimes. that's not that important though. we have to learn to get back up if we have fallen. that's the important part. #1 for #stayalive

This story contains some graphic content, and some language and is therefore not recommended for all readers, so read at your own risk. If you or a loved one are involved in some sort of abusive relationship that has gotten way out of hand and control in any type of way, and/or dealing with depression and/or suicidal thoughts, get help IMMEDIATELY. It is not a joke or something to be messed around with. LJ is pretty content with her life; she has many friends, she likes her school, her job, and her home. That is, until she has to move, leaving everything behind, to start all over. She meets Noah, and they like each other. But when he sees her with another guy, he decides to get a girlfriend so he can forget about her, and it works and he ignores LJ for just long enough for her to get hurt. It all starts with a chemistry project, and LJ's life is turned upside down and takes a turn for the worst in this story of heartbreak and misery as she suffers through an abusive relationship that she didn't even want in the first place.

They say time heals all wounds, Mind, body, and soul. Is that the case, Or will time make you grow cold? Please, don't be the latter, Please make it okay. Please, time, give me hope, I don't want to feel grey... [ This story contains mention of depression, mental illness, suicidal thoughts, and attempts. Reader discretion is advised. ]

After the suicide of a small-town teenage girl named Ivy, everyone who knew her is left completely horrified. Especially her younger sister Olivia, who uncovers the chilling secrets Ivy kept hidden and struggles to cope without her.

for the ones that were the sunshine for one wrong person then became the midnight rain for everyone else. a collection of short and long poems and occasional updates. "Sorrys are just something you say to avoid doing anything different or better." - The Book Eaters, Sunyi Dean ‼️TW‼️ contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH. Amongst other things. I am a poet I write what I think. I write what I love, hate, and everything in between. I am weakest in my writing if you don't enjoy it that is not my problem. STARTED | 1/1/23 FINISHED | 4th in poetry 6th in poetrycollection 10th in suicideprevention 1st in vending 5th in poem 7th in shortpoem 4th in venting .♡︎.

{Updates: Tuesdays, Fridays, and whenever else I feel like it} As someone with depression and anxiety (I'm being open about this for the sake of hopefully helping others), I understand what it's like to feel worthless and definitely know what it's like to want to kill yourself. But please, please, please don't. It may not seem like it right now, but I promise, you have so much to live for. And that's what this book is about. All I'm going to do here is list as many things to live for as I can. Big or small, there are things that make life matter. Note: Many of these I come up with myself, but some are taken from other sources. My PMs are always open if you're having a hard time. If you are in immediate danger of killing yourself, please call 911 or whatever the emergency number is for where you live. The US suicide hotline number is 1-800-273-8255. The US crisis textline is 741-741. I've only listed the US numbers because that's where I live, but numbers and resources for other countries are very easy to find via Google. #1 in Reasons To Live - 6/21/20 #8 in Suicide Prevention - 11/24/18 #47 in Suicide Awareness - 5/21/20

"Yeah, I don't do family." Eileen looks up at me and sighs. My careworker is only thirty-eight, but has dark eyes that never fail to seem centuries old. The little crinkles in the corners that have been in my mind since I was eleven years old fold up in both understanding and impatience. "Charlie, don't play this card on me again. You age out of the system in less than a year. You have to try." I huff and pull a cloud of hair in front of my face. "This will be my twelfth home. They don't want me, okay? I've accepted that fact. Being like this, depending on me and just me, is enough." "No, it isn't," Eileen says for the millionth time. "You need people your age. They're going to love you. I know they will." "Hmmm, wonder why that sounds familiar. Oh wait, no I don't. You've said that FOR THE LAST FREAKING NINE HOMES," I shout at her. Eileen taps her pencil until I've calmed down. "Sorry Elle. I didn't mean to yell. I'm just tired, that's all." "Oh bear, have you been sleeping well lately?" My silence is all the answer she needs to hear. "Ok, just take a few breaths, grab a glass of water, and then crawl into bed," Eileen comforts, motioning at the slightly less-than-crappy bed I'm sitting on. "We fly out to meet them in the morning." "There's no escaping this, is there," I ask, flopping back. "Don't be so dramatic, bear. And no, I'm sorry. Name's Channing. Eight kids-" "EIGHT KIDS!?!" "-but only six of them live at home. They have a dog. Feel better now?" "The dog helps," I mutter to myself. "We'll talk more in the morning before we meet them. They really want you Charlie. They do." "Fine fine. Whatever" But the always-present, earth-shattering scream inside my mind echoed all-too-familiar words. I doubt it.

Wanda Maximoff ,aka the Scarlet Witch, is hell bent on killing (Y/N) (Y/L/N) after something they did to her in the past. But when she finally captures YN torturing her and accidentally reading their mind, will she be able to do it or will she save YN from themselves. In this story Wanda is at the same power level MCU Wanda is, but still loses control sometimes mainly when too much of any emotion builds up inside her. She is also the same age as MCU Wanda which when I looked up she was said to be 29 so yeah. Whenever she does lose control one of the main things that happens is that she accidentally reads whoever shehappens to be looking at or whoever happens to be in the vicinity of her. In this story YN, or you, are a super secret spy to whatever country hires you to spy for them. You are around Wanda's age only 2 years apart max, whether you be older or younger is up to you. Right now you happen to be on vacation in Florida. Unfortunately, even with how good of a spy you are and how cocky you are of being one of the best spies in the world, you never thought that you would have one of the worst vacations ever. Wanda Maximoff and any other Marvel characters I happen to mention are owned by Marvel and Disney. Any unknown character is owned by me. ALRIGHT NOW ENJOY AND THANK YOU FOR READING!! Incomplete and most likely won't complete it. If a writer wants to finish it their way plz ask and I'll give them the right to use my parts.

Poem with the hidden meaning behind each word that was written. A journey of my life that make me want to give up my own life.

An unpredicted switch of journals brings two strangers close. Strangers with similarly perturbing experiences, and beautifully healing souls. Abused, bullied, and traumatized, they help each other, and those around them break away from similar experiences, heal and grow gracefully. With thoughtful emotions, and ever growing minds, Y/n and Namjoon are delicate heroes. They understand the best in each other, and the worst, like open books. **** This book is written by Author G from hoebaring, who sincerely wishes to spread the message of how toxic families and relationships, bullying and other such themes can affect victims, and their loved ones. This is not only a story. It is the start of my journey to try my best to be helpful to many, many victims and survivors out there. © hoebaring all rights are reserved. Translating, copying, modifying, or claiming our works as yours, is not permitted. Written by Author G **** 🏆ACHIEVEMENTS🏆 #1 in 'namjoonxreader' out of 1k books - 25th March 2022 #2 in 'dearbully' out of 198 books - #2 in 'suicideprevention' out of 2.94k books - 08th September 2022

In which Ashton Irwin secretly writes letters to his lover, leading up to his death.

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She broken damaged and ready to die with nothing in her life worth living for but on the same day she meets him, he might've saved her but she doesn't know because when he saved her he got critical hurt, with him on life support she has to find the strength to go visit him... will she find the strength or will she disappear?

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This is a story about a man "losing his marbles" mimicking the eclectic and morbid writing style of Edgar Allen Poe. Losing his marbles symbolizes the loss of something very dear to him and shows the harsh and graphic reality of what loss, if not dealt with in a healthy way, can drive us as humans to do.

In this story it will be based off true events. In some parts it may be too graphic, and triggering to some people. If you have anything mean to say then please keep your mouth shut, it could hurt many people even if it seems like it won't. TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ There is mentions of rape. Suicide. Depression. Abuse. And many more. Read at your own risk. I know the story could use more work, but eh. I'll edit eventually

Hireath - (n) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was.