Suicidal Lovers
- Reads 1,384
- Votes 73
- Parts 27
MatureOngoing1h 38m
Last published Wed, Sep 21, 2016
Sitting alone in the woods on my favourite branch, in the highest tree, looking into the night sky, thinking about my family. My mom, dad and two brothers all died in a car crash a couple months ago and now I have no one. I don't know any of my other family either or if I even have any other family. I haven't been handling it very well either, my arms are cut, my thighs are bruised and I have no tears left. I don't understand how so much pain can be brought to one person. At least it's spring break, I hate school. I don't have any friends, my teachers are constantly yelling at me, I'm always judged and I'll they know is my name, not my story. I am Luna Black and this is my story.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
The Feeling Underneath
"The stars are infinite. And all I've ever wanted was an infinite." ______________ All I knew was pain. Pain was I, and I was pain. We shared each other, mind and body. Me and pain were made for each other like puzzle pieces, and that sickened me. I loved pain, I hated pain. I loved bringing the knife to my wrist, but I hated the ache in my chest, like drowning. There was nothing I sought more than my own self destruction. And here, amongst the stars, skies, and cliffs, I'd find what I sought. I'd make it mine. I'd become infinite. WARNING: this story contains abuse, self harm, and suicide. Do not read if these topics can trigger something within you. Please, know your limits.Complete
Mine
" what's wrong," he asked, fucking tears, now I have to answer him " nothing I'm fine," I said he scoffed " I didn't ask are you okay but obviously your not fine," he said I roll my eyes at him why can't he leave me alone " I'm not in the mood to talk Alex," I said drinking "you're never in the mood to talk to me," he said inhaling the smoke of his cigarette Alexander and Elliot they are alike but at the same time different one is deadly when you get close other one crazy when look deep into his soul Everyone are scared of Alexander and tries to stay away from him still girls and boys throw themselves at him but he has his eyes on Elliot Elliot is hurt but still smiles and laughs with his friend everyone in school fear him every girl wants him he hates gays but when Alexander stares at him he feels something and that scares him because he never thought he would these things towards a man So what happens when Elliot is not just attracted to Alexander but something more and Alexander notices that it's not lust he has for Elliot will Alexander and Elliot both heal each other and maybe love? What will happen in Elliot's life when Alexander enters? I know its sounds a cliché Highschool story but I promise it's not , I love BoyxBoy books to read and I thought I should write one, this book has a mature scene and little violent. For those who don't like bxb books it's okay you can read my other books and those who like bxb books read it it's going to be awesome Start: 4/12/2019 End:12/3/2020Complete
Guardian (mxm)
Book 2 in Stray Series. I know I'm not worthy of a second chance. I've taken away so many others' second chances. I took their lives in my hands and each time chose mine over theirs. It didn't matter who they were, if they had family, how old they were. I had a job to do. If I heard even a whisper, it was over. I had to. I didn't want to, but I had to. It didn't even matter in the end. She's gone now. I'm all alone. Somehow, for some reason, a second chance was bestowed on me. But I don't want it. I can't have it. And he knows it too. -This story has depictions of violence, SA, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #16 in "Shifter" #18 in "Loss" #24 in "Werewolf" #26 in "BoyxBoy"Complete
Sentry (mxm)
I failed them. All of them. When it mattered most, when we were so close to the end, I failed them. They're all gone, now. I'm all that's left of my brothers. But I can't quit. I can't give up. I don't have that option. I have to protect her now just as I protected her before. I have to keep going for her, and for them. I don't matter. I never did. But they do. So I will fulfill my duty now just as I did then. I will continue mission until there's no mission left to continue. Only then will I let myself succumb to the peace that calls me. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore, suicide and ideation. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #1 in "Guarddog" #1 in "Service" #1 in "War" #1 in "Dog" #2 in "Wolfdog" #4 in "Sentry" #8 in "Survivor" #8 in "Pet" #9 in "Soldier" #18 in "PTSD" #22 in "ManxMan"
Broken soulmates (bxb)
An angry Alpha whose childhood was deprived early due to the death of his parents. He had to grow up too fast and take care of the pack that his mother loved so much. He covered his own sorrow and pain under a cold and rude shell. A broken hybrid that has lost everything, even his own freedom. For years he has been a prisoner, locked in the basement. Suffering because of a sick Alpha. He is numb, nothing matters anymore and now he just hopes that his suffering will finally end. Two souls broken in different ways. Two different tragedies. Together, can they heal each other's wounds? ------- Please note that this is a bxb story, meaning the main characters are both male. If you don't like this, don't read this story. Warnings, the story contains sensitive topics, which I will tell you more about in the author's note. Published in July 2024Complete
Cold Water
[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ DepressionComplete
Made of Light
**Alone and hopeless... Is that everything there is to me? Do I not deserve the prospect of a change? A change for good.** Those were thoughts that went through my mind when he crushed my body with unnatural strength against the tree. I felt the taste of blood on my tongue. My surroundings started to get blurry. My head was throbbing. I began to feel drowsy. But there was one thought that gave me conscious, spinning through my head like a tedious fly keeping me from rest. **I deserve a change.**Complete
Mark of the Wolf (mxm)
Alone. Naked. Cold. Covered in blood that is just as likely to be mine as someone else's. I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I'm running from. All I get are flashes, snippets of dark shadows, sneering faces. Pain always follows these nightmares, these memories. I was found, taken in, but I have no way of knowing if I only escaped the frying pan just to jump into the fire. I don't understand these people, these wolves. They don't understand me, either. Our words mean nothing to each other, they're no more than sounds. We use gestures, facial expressions, body language like the beasts we seem to be. I can only pray these beasts are not the same ones I'm running from. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Ice" #3 in "Werecat" #18 in "Loss" #19 in "Neko"
A Garden of Dead Things
This book is my life laid bare - a story of pain, loneliness, and mental chaos that most people don't see. It's about the slow, unbearable unravelling of a mind caught in the grips of depression, anxiety, trauma, and heartbreak. There's no sugarcoating here. No fairy tales or hopeful endings. This is a glimpse into what it feels like to be completely lost inside yourself, where every day is a battle to hold on, even when you don't know what you're holding onto anymore. I write about the nights filled with overwhelming silence that screams louder than any words. About the weight of memories and pain so heavy it crushes the light out of your life. This story doesn't shy away from the darkest parts: the thoughts that haunt you, the self-hate that grows quietly, the invisible scars left by emotional abuse and trauma. It's about fighting to survive when it feels like there's nothing left inside you but broken pieces. But more than that, it's about the truth of living with a mind that doesn't always want to be healed, a heart that keeps breaking even when you try to protect it, and a soul that longs for peace but only finds pain. I'm not telling this story for sympathy or comfort. I'm telling it because this is real. Because sometimes, the only way to breathe is to say out loud what hurts the most. If you're tired of pretending everything's okay, if you've ever felt like no one truly understands the storm inside your head, then this book is for you. It's not easy to read - but it's real, and it's mine. Welcome to my garden of dead things.
my little monster.
Hi. I'm Kay, I work as a part time tutor, full time foster mom for. . . special children. Special how? I'll get to that after I finish my own description, trust me it'll make more sense. So again I'm Kay, Kay Live. I am a walking power source, I'm not radioactive or anything like that. I was a foster kid till I was eighteen, couldn't out a kid who had no control over herself to the humans. I'm not human if you didn't pick up on that just yet, actually I don't know what I am, nor does anyone else. Don't ask how I'm possible, cause I wouldn't know. Now onto my job. I take care of kids like me, they have no category or 'species' type. My boss is me, I fund myself and my program, to care for the unmentionables in the world. See, people pay a lot of money to get rid off some. . . thing. My job is to find out how they sustain themselves, teach them how to blend in, and what exactly they can do. WARNING THIS AIN'T NO CUTESY LITTLE STORY.Complete
The Feeling Underneath
"The stars are infinite. And all I've ever wanted was an infinite." ______________ All I knew was pain. Pain was I, and I was pain. We shared each other, mind and body. Me and pain were made for each other like puzzle pieces, and that sickened me. I loved pain, I hated pain. I loved bringing the knife to my wrist, but I hated the ache in my chest, like drowning. There was nothing I sought more than my own self destruction. And here, amongst the stars, skies, and cliffs, I'd find what I sought. I'd make it mine. I'd become infinite. WARNING: this story contains abuse, self harm, and suicide. Do not read if these topics can trigger something within you. Please, know your limits.
More detailsContent Guidelines