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The Devil Woke In Her

XxDark_Wolf_LoverxX

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Reads 25
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Parts 2
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XxDark_Wolf_LoverxX

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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 painAll Rights Reserved

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Dusk Till Dawn by 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.

My Heartbreak (Sensitive Addiction) by Orenge_Sircle

"I opened the card and went through it, yeah it was an invitation card to Patrick's wedding with Jennifer my roommate. Patrick my 5-years boyfriend invited me to his own wedding with another girl not just any girl but Jennifer of all people, my own friend.i couldn't breathe, I just don't know how I felt but just imagine someone you love and being together for 5years, someone you thought that u both are going to be together in the future invites you personally to his wedding with your own friend after breaking up with you 5mins earlier with a letter..." Michelle the unlucky girl whose heart is being trampled on because of her easy love-nature. How do you think she'll survive with her heart break stories. Even when she thought she has found the right one . He still left her.. My heart breaks a million times 😭 Cover made by me Highest ranking: #3 in #neglection PS:( Not edited at all.)

Elizabeth by Everest438

Some things are never meant to happen the way that they happen. Some things are not supposed to break the way they break, but we are not in charge of this earth. We cannot oversee how things are fixed and how they break. We are only capable of putting the pieces back together...mending broken hearts and healing empty souls. Why him? They ask her constantly. Why the heartless man to comfort the hurting soul? Because, she always responds, even after countless mood swings, crazy demands, constant reassurance, and stupid arguments, he never gave up on her. Why her? They would ask her every time. He'd respond the same. Because I don't want to court her in bed. I want to love her in life. Polar opposites attract. Elizabeth and Romeo attract. They just want to love each other in life through the pain, the agony, the abuse, the depression, the anxiety, the mafia, the breaking, the fixing, the helping, the hurting. It's just love at the end of the day.

Voices in My Head by 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

It was under control by myrealnameisasecret

Jules Hart returns to the psychiatric ward, her life has fallen apart once again. She had it under control. Or was it all just her imagination? She encounters trials and tribulations with her eating disorder recovery, being forced into situations like no other; ending in painful repercussions and unhealthy coping mechanisms. After deciding she no longer wants help, Jules escapes the psychiatric ward; resulting in her attempting to take her own life. The consequence of her actions, broke Tom's heart in the process, all the while he held her sick body. Her life has led her down the path of having to recover from not only the torturous eating disorder, but the addictive self harm and torment of the suicidal ideation. Let's just hope Jules gets her happy ending... ~ "GET OFF ME! GET THE HELL OFF ME! I DON'T LIKE BEING TOUCHED! GET THE FUCK OFF ME. TOM PLEASE HELP ME. TOM! PLEASE GET THEM OFF ME. I'M SO SCARED!" Jules's fragile body was making a forceful connection with the cold and unsympathetic ground. Her bloodline exiting and tainting her body and all of the surroundings. Her painful and emotional screams echoed the white corridor, while Jules's body shook and shivered, and dizzy spells with blurry covered eyes; forced her body and mind to experience a feeling of disconnection. The fit of fear that swirled in the pit of Jules's stomach made her head jolt violently side to side, along with front and back; causing her forehead to strike the floor. ~TW: Eating disorder, suicide and self harm mentioned throughout~

Heart On A Platter by rainingcats_dogs

Alexithymia, in the best state a person can experience a hardship in describing or expressing feeling, but in the worst case, the patient can not feel at all. 10% of the general population experiences this disorder. I am one of them, and this is my story. ************** The question is that can a girl that can't feel, even love? Rose Davail, a girl burdened since she can remember without emotions, love, joy, sadness? It's all just a void, nothing but numb to her, but what happens when her world spins drastically out of control when she meet Declan? Will her life stay the void it's always been or will she finally feel love?

I've Got It Under Control by myrealnameisasecret

Jules is forced to live a life in the psychiatric ward after her eating disorder nearly ends up taking her life. Stuck in a life that is contained within four walls, while she fights her battle with an eating disorder and depression, trying to gain control of the demanding voice in her head. Finally having to admit that she can't do it herself and faces vulnerability by doing so. She endures love and heartbreak but only she can save herself. Will Jules recover and finally be free of the voice that has become the burden of her life? ~ I've Got It Under Control That's what she thought. That's what they all think when it first starts. They had control, had, past tense. Now they wish they did. Their bodies are screaming for help but their head is saying otherwise. Hunger coursed through Jules's body, the rumble of her stomach was like a thunderstorm, violent and painful. It scared her, yet it also satisfied her. She started to skip breakfast, and once she realised she didn't need breakfast, she knew she wouldn't need lunch nor dinner. ~TW: Goes into depth about eating disorders, mentions about suicide and self harm. View at your own risk~

The Gift Of Love by 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."

Until the end of the line by Naporshamerritt15

Jona has had a not great upcoming and life. Family issues. Trauma. Toxic friends. Drama. Fake friends. Childhood trauma. So it caused insecurities, low self esteem, trust issues, fears/worries/doubts. She lived life viewing through a tinted lens. She meets this older man who showed her what it's like to love and be loved. He taught her so much. He brought color to her life. She was finally happy. Life began to look up. Giving her so much. This is a story about Jona who loves Tristin with her soul. She'll love and be with him until the end of the line. Because a line extends in both directions with no end. A way to say she'll always love him and that she's with him forever because a line doesn't end. So her love will never end.

Dr. physco:The love between a doctor and patient... by hiddenwriter2024

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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.