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Red lines

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Mga Parte 2
Oras <5 mins

abuse anxeity anxiety attack cutting depressed depression help high hope pain panic romance school selfharm sh suicidal suicidalthoughts suicide teen thoughts

Trigger Warning! This story is based on depression and self harm
TW! metion of rape, abuse and ED

Her tears silently feel down her red cheeks. You deserve this... Failure... Disappointment...Then... She drew. Everything was quiet. She could hear the water dripping from the sink, her heart beating, and for the fist time, her thoughts had vanished. If only for a second. It was like all the weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She breathed out. All the attention was now on her wrist, she looked down. A red line formed on her. She watched as the blood flowed out, and down her arm. It was like some of the pain in her heart had been temporarily removed. Her tears kept flowing, as she continued drawing. One more...... 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7 cuts. She took a deep breath, as she laid her head back on the cold wall. She sat there for a several minutes. Quiet. Feeling the stinging sensation on her wrist. 
She finally got up from the bathroom floor, and made her way over to the sink. She slightly flinched when the cold water hit her cuts. Ouch... she mumbled. She cleaned the cuts, and went into the kitchen to find a bandage. Silently, she made her way back to her room. She looked out of her window. The moon shone bright trough the window, and lighted the dark room. She sighed, and laid down in her cold bed, desperately trying to sleep. Desperately trying to get the thoughts to disappear. You don't deserve to be alive... Everyone would be happier if you died... You're a waste of space... You're a waste of air... Just kill yourself already...
She closed her eyes, going to sleep with one wish. 

Please... make it stop...All Rights Reserved

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The Mad House Is Where I Belong ni felicityderos

I like inflicting pain. Not on others but on myself. Some people would call me depressed but I'm not. If anything the pain makes me happy. I started "self harming" at the mere age of nine. Or at least, that's what she called it. My therapist, I mean. She ended up giving me a life time supply of antidepressants and some shitty advice. I'm now eighteen, rotting in jail, and awaiting my death sentence. This is my story and if I'm quite honest, you don't want to hear it. +++ awards: ➵ Winner, Short Story Category, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 ➵ Overall Winner, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 status: ➵ started - 19/08/17 ➵ finished- 07/11/18 note: ➵ Please don't copy me. I don't appreciate it and will block you and report you. No writer likes to be copied and neither do readers. Readers want something which is unique and original.

Not me. (2023) ni MineOnlyFriend2

so, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been so exhausted. I'm not better, I'm not sure if i ever will be, but I'm not numb, not entirely. I can't say how I'm feeling, or what i am going to write, but if you want it, it's here. This is for you. For everyone who was made to be the villain by those meant to be by their sides. For everyone with a sensitive heart made to grow strong much too quickly. For everyone who struggles to get out of bed in the morning. For everyone who never could find the words to say why. For everyone who struggles to feel and for everyone who feels too much. For everyone who had to pick themselves back up. For everyone who had to parent themselves. For everyone fighting an invisible battle. For everyone who has been underestimated. For everyone who has to flee to other worlds to cope. For everyone who found other means to silence their voices. For everyone who was silenced. For everyone who was over powered. For everyone who was made to be less. For everyone who had to watch someone else suffer and stay silent. For everyone asking themselves, why? Why would you do this? What did I do? Why is this happening to me? It was never your fault.

Maybe? - A Kryoz x Reader ni glxssynarvi

(THIS BIO MAKES NO SENSE, I'M ONLY KEEPING THIS STORY CUZ SOME COMMENTS ARE FUNNY ASF AND THIS STORY HAS DONE WELL) [COMPLETED] Y/n breathed in. And breathed out. She was nervous, her nerves were getting to her. "You'll be okay..." Y/n sighed. Y/n closed her eyes... And jumped. (TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELF-HARMERS AND LIGHT-MINDED PEOPLE!! MANY ROUGH TOPICS COVERED, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS!!) [16,588 Words Total in this story]

Red - Depressed Kirishima x Bakugo ni gzerbe13

"You know, my favorite color wasn't always red." Kirishima said to me while we sat outside on the fire escape. We were looking at the sunset. The sky was full of beautiful, bright reds and oranges. "What? Really? What was it? I asked out of curiosity, "It was actually silver at one point." "Silver? You don't seem like a silver kind of person." "Yeah. Silver. One day in middle school, I picked up something silver and tried to color with it. Every time I tried, it turned red. I eventually learned to love red more than anything in the world and wanted nothing more than to see it roll down my wrists." He said. It didn't take me long to realize what he was talking about. Cutting. ⚠️TRIGGERS⚠️ ⚠️Anxiety ⚠️Depression ⚠️Self Harm ⚠️Suicidal thoughts / tendencies / actions ⚠️ Death

Broken mind (Under heavy editing!) ni wonderland_smile

I'm lost. Broken. And nobody knows. I help people, and when you help people, you don't get help. I couldn't look at myself think how a mess I was. It was too late for me to be fixed. Nobody could help me. I was too deep in it for being saved. I had too many scars and thought. I already had a broken mind. When I tried to kill myself and failed at it, they brought me to a mental facility. There I meet other teens with different stories and each with their problems. The longer I'm here, the more stories I get the knowledge. We come together to tell our stories so that we can move on from what hurt us in the past and what waits for us in the future. We're all strangers, but we're all living in this messed-up place call life. So can we overcome our broken minds. -2014-

Fixing two souls(Herobrine x depressed abused reader) ni TomboyFangirl7

" Y/N you'll never amount to anything" " Y/N you are a waste of time and space " "Y/N your gana hurt now " ............. ............. " Y/N YOUR are perfect to ME " ~ Warning - cutting abuse depression and much more ~ Y/N did not have the greatest life . Her father beats her while her mother complains about her . She heads to school where the kids do the same as her parents . She waits for the day she dies . The only way she escapes from the real world is the world of Minecraft . One day when she was playing she saw a weird skin in the distance , but there's one problem ........... she was on a private server . This is might have lemon at least I'm planning for it to so if you don't like that i recommend don't read this story . It will also be a bit slow on the love because all the other fan fics are like " omg herbrine I hate you " then five mins later " ow hero f*** me hard " yea so I will make it realistic well you know what i mean. I hope you enjoy.also I did not draw the cover so full credit goes to the artist . ( ps artist I was gana draw my own but your was way better that mine sooo yea)

Reasons to Live | ✔ ni HisBeautifulMess

After an incident three months ago and her parent's divorce, Reina Caverly finds a way to cope: cutting herself. Her mother's a workaholic, her sister is an out of control teenage girl, and her dad disappeared from the face of the planet. She can't even tell her two best friends, Joshua and Megan, about her problems. Then she meets young and mysterious Calvin Young about to commit suicide by jumping from her school's rooftop which surprised Reina. He's rich; he's handsome for his age, and does well at school, so why? Why would someone who has everything want to kill himself? Everyone has a dark secret, even Calvin who seems to have the world. Can Reina and Calvin learn to speak up about their issues? Can they find their reasons to live? ______ "One day you'll leave me. You don't want a girl with a rape story," I said as I desperately tried to stop my sobs and hiccups. "You deserve someone who is prettier and more stable then me." "Mon ange ," he whispered to me lightly as he held my tear-stained face. I looked at him and my breath shortened as I met his intense look. "I don't want anyone else," he said, "because I just want you." ______ WARNING: Story contains rape, self-harm, and suicidal ideation.

Altered ni LuellaOpal

Have you ever met someone who alters the course of your life? For good or for bad, they've come in, given and taken, and then- BOOM! Your life was never the same. There's always a change, an altering of reality. When you meet those people, the reality that you've known your whole life is suddenly gone and a new one has taken its place. When those moments happen, there's no going back. You can try to return to the way things were but nothing, and I mean nothing, can take you back to exactly how it was. That's what happened to us. I think that's why we're still trying so desperately to get back to some sort of normalcy. Four years later and we're still on the ground, crawling, in search of the happiness that was lost that June. Summers will never be the same. Midnight walks through my neighborhood will never be the same. Field parties with bonfires and loud music will never be the same. I still don't know why you left and what lead you to the decision you made. What I do know is that we're here. We're alive and we're pushing forward to the future. A future that you're not a part of. But in some ways, I'm glad you're not a part of it. I just wish it wasn't like this. *** TRIGGER WARNING*** SA, abuse, suicide, substance abuse, and mental illness. This is a complete story that is much like life; fast, full of surprises, and not always how we want it to be. This has been a project of mine for over three years. It was self-published on Amazon, but after some issues in publication, I decided to just upload it on here. I hope you fall in love with these characters like I have. The friends in this story are trying to make names for themselves, figure out who they are, who they can trust, how to love, and how to separate themselves from a restrictive community. As in any coming of age story, they will experience growing pains... but will they survive them before its too late? PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS.

Abigail ni hmarieh1218

(In editing) She's depressed. She's anorexic. She's suicidal. She's insecure. Abigail has grown up with her three brothers and James, never meeting her parents, who abandoned her at birth. Her brothers were left to take care of her and keep a roof over their heads. Everyday they struggle to take care of Abigail, while working to keep them in their home. Life for them is hard. Life for Abigail is even harder. She has a dark mind and not by choice. Somewhere along the way she's developed these feelings of loneliness and hopelessness. Everyday is a struggle for her and just getting out of bed is a success. She meets Zach, a bad boy with a bad reputation. He starts off as a tutor, just to help her out, out of pity. But eventually feelings get involved and Abigail finds herself liking a boy for the first time in her life. Things get serious and she somehow learns about his drug dealing business. Everything gets hectic and Abigail doesn't know what to do with her life anymore. Or if she even wants to live.

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The Mad House Is Where I Belong cover

Not me. (2023) cover

Maybe? - A Kryoz x Reader cover

Red - Depressed Kirishima x Bakugo cover

Broken mind (Under heavy editing!) cover

Fixing two souls(Herobrine x depressed abused reader) cover

Reasons to Live | ✔ cover

The Mad House Is Where I Belong

I like inflicting pain. Not on others but on myself. Some people would call me depressed but I'm not. If anything the pain makes me happy. I started "self harming" at the mere age of nine. Or at least, that's what she called it. My therapist, I mean. She ended up giving me a life time supply of antidepressants and some shitty advice. I'm now eighteen, rotting in jail, and awaiting my death sentence. This is my story and if I'm quite honest, you don't want to hear it. +++ awards: ➵ Winner, Short Story Category, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 ➵ Overall Winner, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 status: ➵ started - 19/08/17 ➵ finished- 07/11/18 note: ➵ Please don't copy me. I don't appreciate it and will block you and report you. No writer likes to be copied and neither do readers. Readers want something which is unique and original.

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