Before I Die - InfernalPotterGames - Wattpad

Story cover for Before I Die by InfernalPotterGames

Before I Die

InfernalPotterGames

LECTURAS 94
Votos 3
Partes 3
Hora <5 mins

LECTURAS 94
Votos 3
Partes 3
Hora <5 mins

InfernalPotterGames

beforeidie bully depression fiction love prologue story suicide teenfiction

They say society killed the teenager. That's true. In all ways humanely possible. But, is it possible that maybe teenagers killed society first? Convincing their friends and peers that drugs and alcohol are OK. Convincing people that their not beautiful unless there is a gap between their thighs, and ribs poking out of their stomach. And sometimes, life just becomes too much. Sometimes it's just better to turn the lights off. Blow out the candle. And well, maybe along the way, meet some people. Whether these thoughts are good or bad, I want to share them with you before I die.(CC) Atribución No Comercial Sin Obras Derivadas

beforeidie bully depression fiction love prologue story suicide teenfiction

Tabla de contenidos

3 partes

Regístrate para añadir Before I Die a tu biblioteca y recibir actualizaciones

O

Pautas de Contenido

Quizás también te guste

My Life Being Dead de bellaholmes58

Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

Letters To Airman DeMarco de TheNurseNextDoor01

~~~~The first chapter is a slow start, but it picks up. Not many chapters, but they're pretty long.~~~~ "I would never judge you. You're more than your father's bad choices. You have to know that. And you're more than just your worst days. Everybody has done stuff they aren't proud of. The difference between most people is that some hide their ugly parts away, while others don't have that option. One mistake and the whole world knows about it." It all started with a class assignment. They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I think it's more likely a series of poor choices than "good intentions." I never should have kept writing him. I never should have let him in.

Tired of Lies de MissYanxiet

*(COMPLETED) "The worst thing about being lied to is knowing you weren't worth the truth." He bit his lip. "I wanted to te-" His eyes began to water and as a single tear fell he looked at me and said "but what if you've been lying for so long you don't know how to tell the truth?" "I have and so will you." He shook his head, shut his eyes, and leaned his forehead against the glass. "And here I was thinking you would admit that you don't tell the truth either." I gripped the telephone as my knuckles turned white. "What do you mean?" "Come on Zoey I've seen you sneaking around acting like you're busy. You're hiding something and you won't tell me." All Zoey Campbell ever wanted to do was keep her head down and get through high school. Too bad it isn't that easy. Zoey is tired of everything and everyone. She is tired of being pushed around and tired of watching in the shadows. She is tired of pretending to like that girl that doesn't even know her name. Tired of pretending that she is ok when she isn't. She is constantly hoping for a better way out thinking she should just disappear. All she wants to do is scream but no matter how loud she screams no one can hear her. Don't worry things just get worse. Everyone thinks she's a "sick" girl and just another suicide case waiting to happen. I mean what kind of girl sits by herself everyday right? Zoey is running out of time and she thinks no one has tried to help her until her "special" speech in class. No one really cares about what she really thinks anyway. It just that feeling of pity. Everyone thinks she really is sick but she knows she's not. But what if she is? Maybe all it takes is that one thing to make her snap. As her life gets thrown into chaos and deep dark secrets she can't help but try to figure out the truth. Will she find a way to let her new friends save her or will she just end up as another suicide case? *Disclaimer wrote this in 2017 when I was 14.

Suicidal de aestheticwrite

"Don't you think you've done enough damage?" "...I was young and stupid." *** (2ND EDITION ON MY PROFILE...ADD TO GRT NOTIFIED WHEN I START IT) Suicide is known as a 'self- destroyer'. When someone thinks about killing themselves, they are titled as Suicidal. Alongside Suicide, Depression is a mental illness that almost always leads people to suicidal thoughts. Sometimes it will be a lonely Old Man/Woman. Sometimes it will be a little boy/Girl who has just became a teenager, but doesn't feel she is needed. Sometimes it will be a middle aged Man/Woman who seems to have her entire life together, when really they are torn into pieces. • And sometimes, like this time, it is a high school student who doesn't think she has any other path to choose, but suicide. *If anyone ever feels as if they have no other choice please get in contact with a suicide hotline [ 1-800-273-8255] *This story will contain self harm, and a little bit of language*

Why We Laugh (#Wattys2018) de CarpeDiemWrite

"The laugh cracked loudly into the school's atrium, like a shot of a gun. A quick bullet. A deadly bullet the pierces through flesh and bone. I realized then... that a laugh was as lethal as a bullet." I thought bullying didn't exist. And if it did, I wasn't a bully. Except I was. We all were. Not because we beat kids up. Or we called people freaks. Or gave them swirlies. Because we never did that. It was because we laughed." For these three kids, a playful laugh cuts deeper than a fist ever would. And the worst part is...they laugh along. 1.Eliza hides behind the brightest smile and stuttered words. 2.Reece desires the perfect body and will destroy himself to do it. 3.Hunter is the bad boy with sick suicidal jokes, screwing both Prozac and girls. But it is more than just those three: 4.London sits in her wheelchair trying to be normal 5. Ashton needs to return to the surface of people and stop cowering in the digital world 6. Griffith hides his autistic emotions. The story is told by a girl who always laughs. Drama, love, pain, tears, laughter, depression, weaknesses. We all laugh. But what does our laugh truly effect? "Hands down this is the best book I've read on wattpad. I don't even know what to say. I mean... I just.... Wow." -Irxdeo This book deals with heavy topics such as depression, suicide, eating disorders, abuse, so read carefully. I want to say some of these characters and scenes in the beginning are based on real people and real events, but some are not. Hi, guys! Thanks for checking this story out. Remember be brave and kind.

Abnormalies By S.N. MORRIS de S0ULSTEAL3R

You ever wish it was easier to find your soul mate? This story is for you! Now, this story is finished I might make another short story to finish up and tie loose ends. I expect y'all would love to read more ? Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and character and/or events are fantasy or could I be lying ? And none of this shit is true? Could be, you never know till you know the story of the past. ~~~~~COMPLETED BY SNMORRIS~~~~

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦. de shxnwrites

𝐁𝐗𝐁 0𝐈/𝐈𝐈 - when keilan find himself being the new kid, he realized it's complicated to not make enemies. he tried not to think about that, but then he ends up meeting someone who changes his perspective, because at the end of the day, life is very predictable. to sum it up, don't be dumb. be honest with yourself before it's actually too late, in keilan's case, it might be too late, who knows. A/N: there's death in this story guys.. it starts off nice but then it takes a crazy turn for the absolute worst.

A Spark Of Hope (#Wattys2016) de erdaniaputri

||UNDER EDITING || [ I just want to die. ] This story is about Sarah, a young teenage girl who is suffering from depression, anxiety and mental breakdown. She wants to die. She thinks that she dont have any reasons to live anymore. Will she win or will she lose the battle against herself? What happen when there is someone who really wants to be friends with her and tries to understand her? Will she accept or refuse? Is she going to be fine? Do her mom knew about her dark secrets and problems? What makes her depressed? [WARNING] THIS MIGHT BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME AUDIENCES. -Self harm -Foul language Please do give feedback on every chapter! That will help me to improve :) This is my first story. No hate please. -Erdy (Hope you guys enjoy the story ^-^) ©erdaniaputri Tysm for reading!

Noah (Obsessions in Overdrive #1) de MarcelinePierson

I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024

Quizás también te guste

Slide 1 of 9

My Life Being Dead cover

Letters To Airman DeMarco cover

Tired of Lies cover

Why We Laugh (#Wattys2018) cover

Abnormalies By S.N. MORRIS cover

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦. cover

A Spark Of Hope (#Wattys2016) cover

Noah (Obsessions in Overdrive #1) cover

My Life Being Dead

Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.