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The Devil Woke In Her

XxDark_Wolf_LoverxX

LECTURES 27
Votes 6
Chapitres 2
Durée 10m

LECTURES 27
Votes 6
Chapitres 2
Durée 10m

XxDark_Wolf_LoverxX

broken devils hearts lifeordeath love pain

Laying in bed looking at the ceiling.... Thoughts running through the brain. A flash back of the worst memories surface. The mind can't handle so much at once so it collapses. The most unbearable pain gathers in the chest and explodes. Tears leak from the eyes and loud sobs surface as the shortness of breath takes over. First thought- I'm dying. Second thought- I'm in so much pain. Third thought- why? why me? That's the crashing point and nothing stays the same.
My names Atria and this is my story. I'm a victim of suicide. I took my life. This is my story of how to help you through the painTous Droits Réservés

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Dusk Till Dawn, écrit par hunycombs

I am wide awake. At 3 am, and all I can think about is him, turned to his left, left cheek squished onto his pillow, eyes shut, not tight shut but gently shut. Him breathing quietly and a soft light from the window falling upon his face. Sleeping. All I can think about is how he is at peace, sleeping without a care in the world. Even if tomorrow he would wake up stressed and agitated. Right now he is asleep, peacefully, and here I am. Staring at the ceiling, begging to god to stop the pain, my hands entwined together, saying to him that I'm tired and that I'm not as strong as He thinks I am. I still believed in Him, because whenever I lost faith, I got a reason right away to not lose it. My dearest was at peace, he was happy without me. And this time I knew. He was not coming back. He was gone. And all my memories of his smile, his hair, his body scent, his hands, the scars on his body, his two vampire-like teeth, his expressions, his cheesy lines, his eyes. His eyelashes, eyebrows, and the way he used to light up after seeing me rushed in. Of how his eyes didn't shine when we met for the last time. How I missed the special way we used to say goodbye. He loved me. He always had. He put in all his efforts just to see me. He did it all. But he didn't love me, not anymore.

Tumor Love, écrit par DeniedDesire

Sometimes life don't go the way we planned. Sometimes we end up feeling so low, and alone. Like we're in a dark hole with no one around us, but then suddenly there's a light at the end of the tunnel. And I guess what I'm trying to say is.. You're my light, the one who helped me through the worst time in my life - And for that, I am thankful. I'm thankful that I met you, but I also hate you. I hate what you did to me, because you made me fall in love.. And then my world fell apart once again. [WARNING!! Contains mature themes, and language

HYACINTH, écrit par Ajceridwen

A bunch of people planning to have fun but it cost them everything. will they survive? or will they not, let the fate decide it. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// contains scenes of self harm and violence! this story also contains mature words!!!

The Gift Of Love, écrit par Zoe_oxox

"I never thought that it would end up like that.. We were one soul.. We were in love.. And now what.. We are just an old story in each others memory.. Everyone went in another way.. Another world we can't get each other in. Your thoughts differ than mine.. We returned in to two souls every soul is trying to forget.. Maybe you forgot me and I'm just a memory for you now But for me you're more than such a memory.. You're the love of my life that I won't find it again.. You're my life, every beautiful memory is with you and only you.. Why did you leave me in the time that I needed you? You've broken me into pieces and I didn't think that you would do that.. You were too much pure to do that."

Types of tears (COMPLETED) , écrit par dali_alvz

Why do bad things happen to good people? A question that his boy is making himself more then ever this days. From the beginning we see a 17 year old boy, struggling to finish high School, filled up with insecurities, mental health issues, a toxic family home, and impossible standards to live up to. He has learn to not only hate his life, but to want finish it off as fast as possible. Close to finally graduating high school his English teacher, Mr Steve, assigns the class a special progect. "To be able to see life through different eyes, and write about it." For this, Mr Steve gets his class to assist a hospital 3 times a week, and assigns each student, with a patient. This is the moment where this boy meets Royal, a cancer sick 17 year old girl, that has lived in a hospital her hole life, but still finds beauty and meaning in it. Through out the report the boy gets more and more involved in Royal's life, spending unfortunately moments together. But through out the journey he asks himself more and more. "Why do bad things happen to good people?" (#2 findingeachother 20/10/2018) --WARNING-- This story contains strong opinions over depression, suicide, and a life in general if you are easily offended please do not read this thank you, I love you.

Voices in My Head, écrit par Nerounin

Pain. Agonizing pain. That's all I feel. Voices. Whispering voices. That's all I hear. I hear them over and over inside of my head. I can't escape. I can't fight back. This is my life. This is my story. And if you can give me your time, I'll tell it to you. *Warning: contains themes of selfharm and mental disorders **Completed as of 7/30/18

Poems of Pain and Solitude, écrit par words_harm_and_heal

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

Poena [Completed], écrit par aldriawrites

I can't bring myself to recognize the girl I'm staring at. Through her glassy eyes you can see that she's no foreigner to pain, whether physically, emotionally or mentally. Her hard expression warns people that she doesn't take their shit. But, her friends are the only ones to help her unravel and step out of the room that's trapped her with all her struggles and pains; they get her through all her enigma. They are all she needs. I stare at this girl, and I see myself. I see someone who is strong and determined, someone who needs to love herself and believe that she can be loved. The tears roll down my cheeks as I realize that 'this girl' is Amiane Alana Rochester, a girl who's been through a shit-load of fuckery. * In medicine pain relates to a sensation that hurts. If you feel pain it hurts, you feel discomfort, distress and perhaps agony, depending on the severity of it. Pain can be steady and constant, in which case it may be an ache. It might be a throbbing pain - a pulsating pain. The pain could have a pinching sensation, or a stabbing one. To Amiane, pain is all of the above. Can she handle any of it? [Completed Monday March 28, 2016]

Stay With Me Always , écrit par Jayashree_07

She swore she'd never let anyone in. He's determined to prove her wrong. After a heartbreak that shattered her to the core, she built walls so high that no one could climb them. Love was a risk she refused to take-a wound she refused to reopen. But then he walked into her life. Persistent. Unapologetic. Willing to fight for the pieces she thought were too broken to fix. Can she learn to trust again? Or will her fear of getting hurt keep her from the one thing she's been running from-true, unconditional love? A gripping, emotional journey of healing, vulnerability, and the kind of love that refuses to give up. The story is unedited. It may have grammatical mistakes and some spelling mistakes. Ignore them and enjoy the story. This is my third story and is not related to the previous ones. #597- Tragic// 30.11.18 #231- Emotions// 4.12.18 #224- Emotions// 6.12.18 #68- Emotions// 19.06.19

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Dusk Till Dawn

I am wide awake. At 3 am, and all I can think about is him, turned to his left, left cheek squished onto his pillow, eyes shut, not tight shut but gently shut. Him breathing quietly and a soft light from the window falling upon his face. Sleeping. All I can think about is how he is at peace, sleeping without a care in the world. Even if tomorrow he would wake up stressed and agitated. Right now he is asleep, peacefully, and here I am. Staring at the ceiling, begging to god to stop the pain, my hands entwined together, saying to him that I'm tired and that I'm not as strong as He thinks I am. I still believed in Him, because whenever I lost faith, I got a reason right away to not lose it. My dearest was at peace, he was happy without me. And this time I knew. He was not coming back. He was gone. And all my memories of his smile, his hair, his body scent, his hands, the scars on his body, his two vampire-like teeth, his expressions, his cheesy lines, his eyes. His eyelashes, eyebrows, and the way he used to light up after seeing me rushed in. Of how his eyes didn't shine when we met for the last time. How I missed the special way we used to say goodbye. He loved me. He always had. He put in all his efforts just to see me. He did it all. But he didn't love me, not anymore.