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"Stanley, if you walk off that ledge one more time, if you kill yourself again, I will not take part in this anymore." There was a huff. "I tried to stop you but you somehow found a way around it. I refuse to try anymore." What did that mean? "Wouldn't take part"? Stanley was curious, he had to admit. And instead of asking, instead of communicating, he casted a glance at the ceiling and threw himself off the ledge for the forty-sixth time. There was a sickening thud and a large, shooting pain throughout his body before the world began to fade. "... Fine. Have it your way." Or, Stanley pushes the Narrator too far and finds himself all alone for four days. TWs will be on the first page. If you don't want to read them since they kind of spoil what's going to happen, be sure to be safe. (Art by @Douxmae on Tumblr)

Scar- a make left after a cut or burn to the skin "Do you know how hard it is to not let what people say get to you? How hard it is to stay clean to go to sleep and never want to wake up?" I stare at him with glossy eyes. I'm so weak I hate it. "Riley why would you want to die?" He holds my face between his hands and I felt my heart flutter at the contact. "Because the world is fucked up and so are the people in it." Contains acts of self-harm and suicide so please read at your own risk!!

They are trapped in a never-ending play, acting out the same roles over and over in the vague hopes that somehow, someday it will end. But it doesn't. So they deviate from the script, attempt to fulfill the purpose that brought them to the mountain in the first place in a last attempt to break free from the resets. It doesn't work. (But suicide is a pretty memorable thing, and emotions may just be a little bit stronger than memories. Especially to the person who finds their dead body.) This is a story I wrote in 2016 when I was in a mental health clinic dealing with my own depression and suicidal thoughts. Viewer discretion is advised. There will be scenes of suicide, but these will NOT be glorified or romanticized in anyway. Viewer discretion is advised. Cover art by Lutias (https://lutiaskokopelli.tumblr.com)

He wanted to break her. Unfortunately, one of her broken shards pierced into him. ·˚ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈˚· Read the revised and edited version of 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛 and explore Rizu Lu's other works on saltroomarchives.wordpress.com Thank you for your continuous support!

((((COMPLETED)))) Percy Jackson is depressed and has succumbed to self destructive ways to release his frustration. Nobody notices a thing until Nico gets wind of his former crush drifting farther and farther away. Percy suddenly has new feelings for someone new, and he gets rejected by someone, but not who he thinks. He gets a quest and has to pick one other person from camp to go with him to rescue a friend. Percy gets cursed along the way and has to make it back to Camp to save a life. This story is about Percy self harming, and Nico helping him, there are mentions of dizziness, the feeling of starving, graphic self harm/injuries, blood, graphic thoughts of a person with depression, and probably something like psychological horror. If any of that makes you uncomfortable, don't read!!! I don't think I'm going to get any backlash for anything but if you comment, I'm probably not going to answer you! To the people who leave nice comments, I do read all of them and it is appreciated! this is my first published work, I just wanted to add something to this cool community and maybe live a little vicariously through the characters. So if any of this resonates with you, awesome, you're NEVER alone!!!! If your disgusted for whatever reason, GO READ SOMETHING ELSE, I don't want to hear you!! This story is also on Archive of Our Own. Its called Saving A Hero, enjoy! ((My first fanfiction, sorry if it's not that good!!))

if some parts look weird it's probably cause I'm editing but please do comment on it so I can take a look and change it if needed. also if you want to copy this story and write it, gladly do so I don't mind, just let me know so I can read it too after Loki loses to the avengers, they take him back to the tower for interrogation. but what they saw was not what they were expecting. this is probably gonna turn out into a frost iron story. so yeah, I hope you enjoy it. contains self-harm, depression, and probably a lot of cursing I don't own the cover pic or anything except the shit that I'm about to start writing and I'm probably going to add all the MCU characters cause I'm writing it and idgaf

Life had never been easy for Siddhartha Basu. He had always had a strong apathy towards his ruined blood which carried memories of prostitution and dangerous addiction. Since teenage, he had felt a sense of void and living in a dysfunctional family didn't quite help. What happens when the hope of finding something out there which can fill up the emptiness inside, is destroyed and turns you into a monster who feeds off yourself and the one whom you may consider to be dear? How do you deal with the trauma of having a spoilt, torn and sullied soul? How do you live when you hate your very existence? Shrestha left and Siddhartha knew he was the cause...he has but two choices now. What will he choose, that is the only question. Wanna dig deep into the twisted psychologies of an addict? Read Towards Redemption. Do not try to understand his logic, that is the first understanding you should have before going to read weird psychologies. Warning: Contains hints of sexual matters, has mentions of self-harm. So read at your own discretion. Note: This is a standalone, but to dig deep into the characters, read *SCORNED* Start Date- 1/11/21 Completion Date- 6/11/2021

[THIS STORY IS INCOMPLETE. PLEASE CHECK OUT MY OTHER STORY "Look Into My Eyes and Tell Me What You See" FOR THE COMPLETE VERSION. THANK YOU] After months of deep depression, Levi decides to take a big step. But before he was able to, a certain brunet with breathtaking, awe-inspiring eyes saves him from his cruel choice. (I do not own any of the AOT/SNK characters or the manga. The plot of the story is mine. I advise to watch AOT or read the manga before reading this fan fiction.Trigger Warning)

Dazai angst I felt like writing ACTUAL WRITING WILL BE POSTED BY APRIL 30TH !PLEASE MIND THE TW'S THIS IS INCREDIBLY HEAVY! Child endangerment Child abuse Hypothermia Starvation/Descriptions of intense hunger Suicidal thoughts/Ideation Implications of non consensual medical drug usage Self harm Blood Gun/Blades Thoughts/Urges to hurt others (?) Dehumanization Depression Self neglect Suicide/Attempt (VERY descriptive) Panic attack descriptions Slight religious imagery (?) Descriptions of gore/injury Brief mention of torture Law breaking/reckless driving (?) Emotional suppression (?) Drastic mood swings/changes Mentioned character death Playlist on first part and taking suggestions

***READ 'NUMB' FIRST (ON MY PROFILE)*** Damn it Todoroki What the fuck did you do? Why the fuck did you do this to me? Why the fuck didn't you come back? You knew I never meant to hurt you I know You know that And yet You haven't come back It's been nearly a week I can't I can't handle this My intentions at the start were to help you And then part ways with you To focus on my career But I got attached And now I never want you to leave "I knew this would happen." I muttered angrily, grunting in pain as I kept punching. "I knew as soon as you got better." My eyes teared up a bit, but I convinced myself it was anger. "You wouldn't need me anymore." I said through grinding teeth. "And now you don't need me anymore." I hit it again, and a sharp, burning pain shot up my arm. I stumbled back and yelled in pain. I sat on the ground and stared at the floor, crying and grinding my teeth. You always hated when I'd push myself too much And even after everything No matter how hard I try I'm still a failure I always fail in the end I always fall short It's never enough Nothing I ever do Is enough to come out on top It used to be easy I was just naturally good Comfortable at the top And now I'm struggling just to stay in the running I stood up and walked to the locker room, slamming the door open and closed. I stood in front of the mirror with my hands on both sides of the sink, staring at my reflection. I was a mess. My eyes were red from my tears and my expression was exhausted and distressed. My face was tear-stained and I was light headed. Just completely out of it. I had bags under my eyes from stress filled days and sleepless nights, an obvious lack of rest. No wonder Aizawa confronted me I look like hell I feel like hell Fuck This is hell