Suicideprevention Stories

He saved my life at 2:47 AM on a Tuesday. I didn't want him to. Now, thanks to Korea's controversial Mercy Rule law, Jungkook is legally responsible for keeping me alive for one year. If I try again, he goes to jail. If I survive, I owe him a year of MY life. We're both trapped. We both hate this. But somewhere between the daily check-ins and 3 AM conversations... Somewhere between resentment and something that feels like caring... We stopped counting down to freedom. --- TAEHYUNG: 21, artist, chronically suicidal, didn't ask to be saved JUNGKOOK: 26, ER surgeon, insomniac, didn't ask to be responsible for a stranger's life One year. 365 days. Two people bound by law. This is the story of how saving someone can destroy you both. And how being saved might be the cruelest thing that ever happened to you. --- ⚠️ Content warnings: Suicidal ideation, mental health struggles, morally complex situations, toxic dependency, forced proximity 💀 Updates every 48 hours 🖤 For readers who like their romance dark and their morals gray 🎭 TAEKOOK AU - Alternate Universe (not about real BTS members) Don't get attached. This won't end the way you think. - ASTERVAIN

My Abuse- A real Story TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This story contains triggering topics- Sexual abuse, rape, suicide and hospitals, if any of those are to graphic for you, then you shouldn't read this.

Why didn't Toji just rob a bank? Or become a sugar baby? Or dance for money, literally anything. (I'm not a Toji hater I swear) 😭. Weird suggestions, I know, but I'm going to miss writing happy scenes so often. ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇɢᴇ ᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀᴍɪ. ɪ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ (ᴏᴄꜱ) ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ. I know the Aquarium Scene takes place before the Beach, but I'm stupid.

Highest rankings 🏅 Fourtris #1 25th of Jun 2026 Beatrice Prior is 12 year old preteen who has gone through things that no one never should face. Because of someone's selfish decision she must live with the consequences. Note 1: This story is the first in my fanfic trilogy, it follows Beatrice's life from age 12 to 16. This one is going to be fully my own imagination. Only characters are from Veronica Roth's book. I am not going to mention Four's initiation; just the fact that he transfers to Dauntless two years before Beatrice. Shattered | book 1 (In progress) Scarred | (rewriting some scenes) Healed | book 2 (In progress) Trigger warning / themes Mental health Rape / abuse / flashbacks Trauma Suicide attempt self harm depression Anxiety surprise baby First love Friends to lovers *Disclaimer* Veronica Roth owns Beatrice Prior, Tobias Eaton ect. I don't own original Divergent series. I own the character that I created and the plot before Beatrice is 16 and all things that didn't happen in the real Divergent trilogy.

for the ones that were told they were either "too much" or "not enough" for someone to stay. a collection of short and long poems and occasional updates. "Sorrys are just something you say to avoid doing anything different or better." - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐄𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, Sunyi Dean ‼️𝐓𝐖‼️ contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH. Amongst other things. I am a poet I write what I think. I write what I love, hate, and everything in between. I am weakest in my writing if you don't enjoy it that is not my problem. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 | 1/1/23 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 | 4th in poetry 6th in poetrycollection 10th in suicideprevention 1st in vending 5th in poem 7th in shortpoem 4th in venting 3rd in rants .♡︎.

Hey there!! I've recntly quit my ai addiction, and am trying to recover myself by writing poems and burying myself in studies. Any vents, support, relatable stories, pieces of advice and motivation will be highly appreciated, thank you!! If you do not have anything nice to say, or if you're here to comment "eww ai addict" and "how do u hate ai if u did ai??", please just read another story. Thank you again. CW: Possible mention of suicide, addiction, drugs/alcohol, substance abuse, abuse, mental health problems, writing the note, desperate panic attacks, self harm... So uhh I'd say enjoy!!

"It's your fault that I'm alone." Tommy had always been an orphan for as long as he could remember. Constantly on the run, he spends his days pickpocketing and stealing from people just so he could get by. That's how it always had been, and after 16 years of life, Tommy has grown accustomed to life on the streets. That is until one day, he sees a group of boys filming a live vlog in the city he called home. Tommy now finds himself facing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He has the chance to jump into the stream and do something crazy to make a name of fame for himself...or he could sacrifice his dreams and continue to live independently, undetected. ~~~ * !NO SHIPPING! * This story contains sensitive and potentially triggering themes. Specific TW/CWs will be added as needed throughout the story as to not spoil it. * If any of the content creators featured in this story feel uncomfortable with it, I will not hesitate to take it down. ~~~ This is the first fanfiction I've ever written, so my apologies in advance if the writing is cringe. Enjoy! (cover art is not mine!)

the lessons I have learned and what I know so far sh*t will happen. and you'll hurt in your heart but take your life and realize that inside you don't have to be fake happy to be real happy that you're alive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the author was sleep deprived while writing. take caution.

This story is about 16 year old Kia Mitchell's crazy, sad, scary, and depressing life. THIS STORY IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY THIS STORY ALSO CONTAINS SUICIDAL , GANG AND SEXUAL ASSAULT ACTIVITIES

Saint is the top of his class. Everyone in school likes him and his parents thinks he is extremely dependable and responsible. Chris is Saint best-friend and he means the world to Saint. Sun is the new student that just arrive in the school his 12th grade year. These three becomes close friends until Chris disappeared from their lives. The story is following how Saint and Sun is dealing with the lost of their friend and the love that blooms between them.

june is dragged to a trip to los angeles that she doesn't even want to go to. what she doesn't know is that this trip will change her miserable life forever. billie has a past no one really knows about. she doesn't talk about it. she doesn't let people in. but that night, when she sees a girl crouched on the ground, she recognises her instantly.

. . . It kept building up It was suffocating . . . This is everything I didn't say

Of all the people who could have found him, Harry wished that it hadn't been Malfoy.

This is a story about a girl named Amora. Amora has struggled for as long as she could remember- her parents ignored any desperate, obvious cries for help, until she gave up. Her adolescent years were a blur of grey and thunder, until her parents announced their divorce. Any pain she had before was magnified and blown into a million minuscule pieces. She didn't care what it took to get there, but she knew she wouldn't be alive for much longer - not if she had anything to say about it. Until Hugo came along.Classic popular boy (especially with girls). He saw what no one else did in Amora, but he was possibly too late.

Avaline didn't love or hate her life. It was just so confusing. Her brothers weren't really there for her, but most of them are in the same house. She didn't have parents and her twin sister has been missing in a space in her heart. If I was going to be really honest? She was really fucking depressed. . . . So she turned to books. Books were everything to her that the people in her life weren't. Books and the people in it were comforting. After finishing a book, she felt proud of herself--for once--and would dream about those characters.. comforting her, or just saying small meaningless words of encouragement. Most of all, books proved that not all in her life were turned to complete and utter bullshit. Books proved that there was someone out there who had it worse than her, and that was comforting to her. Knowing that someone was probably starving out there on the streets while she was being too depressed to try and get out of bed for a school day made her feel a little bit guilty, too. But slowly, through her journey, readers can see how much of a deep hole she got herself into. She would sleep, drink, smoke, do drugs, and probably much more to escape reality. Can someone get her out of it before books aren't enough for her to live? Read and find out.... TW: Drugs, severe depression, smoking, neglect, heavy emotions, SA, swearing, anxiety, anorexia(ED), purging, BPD, overthinking, ADHD

Irusu. (n.) pretending to be out when someone knocks at your door. A tale of a boy's adventure as he tries to understand the world the way he wants to be understood. WARNING: INTRIGUING CONTENT.

A young woman's therapy sessions recalling how she discovered everything late. Not recognizing her own trauma and depression for years. Internalizing for once, that she has never been as happy as she lead on. But somehow she feels obligated to push through and continue to pretend like nothing is wrong, because thats what is expected of her. Unable to cope with her own struggles, she documents it all in hopes to save others before it is too late. - - This book is nonfiction. Highly recommended, though some chapters may be hard to read due to relatability (all depends on the reader). The author encourages you to read this, to leave comments, and to share with others. - Intended audience(s): Those who are struggling with depression or something along those lines. Those who knows someone who is. Those interested in the RAW, uncut, thought process of one victim of depression. Those who have survived (or something like that) depression, etc. Those who are worried about someone or themselves. - Author's Note: Please know, that you're never alone. That YOU do NOT deserve to be unhappy. Your past doesn't define you, your fight does. Please reach out to ME, the author if you find yourself with unanswered questions, wanting to vent, your secrets and stories are safe with me. Because I know how it feels to feel alone.. and I don't wish that on ANYONE! You are loved, you are special, and you are important. Enjoy.

Vivian Dao was labeled the stereotypical nerd that everyone saw in the movies, but how did being smart and Asian get turned into such a unattractive feature in media? Vivian couldn't understand how high school became a pool of piranhas who would eat you alive just for being uncool or a geek/nerd. Yet, she didn't care, she may not have fit into social norms, but she knew she'd have a future unlike those who wasted time chasing after popularity. Alex Winslow was labeled the stereotypical bad boy, womanizer, heartbreaker of the school. He played into his character very well as girls fell to their knees for this man, while the guys horde him like mosquitoes, trying suck his blood and mimic his ways. Both are complete opposites, with little to none interactions. So, why did Alex Winslow suddenly make such an unexpected proposal to Vivian to be his fake girlfriend?

His sister commits suicide and he's the one to find the body. Kids stare at him in the halls at school and whisper to each other, gossiping. His parents send him to a therapist in the hopes that he will go back to the boy he once was. But without his sister there to guide him, will the darkness that took her life also take his?

I lost a very good friend to suicide, October 10th, 2017. In this good friend, I saw a lot of potential. More potential then I had ever seen in myself or anyone else. He spoke a few different languages, was a Pre-Med. He wanted to be a neurologist to "save lives," so many dreams lost at the age of 19. His home life was pretty great. Arguments between mother and teenage son, all normal & often in households. I never heard him complain that much about his home life unless it was something tiny .. like that he was forced to get off his video games for an hour one night and he got upset. An "out of the ordinary" kind of upset. Like he was so mad that he couldn't play the game, that he would much rather not be alive. One of many times I had talked him down from his rages. Devin Coleburn Ousley. I called him Coleburn, everyone else called him Cole. Not much to say about what everyone else thought, except that he was charming to look at & it seemed like he didn't have an "uncool" bone in his body. Always dressed sharp, never underdressed.. always overdressed. This is another thing that confused me so profusely over his death.. anyone would've been lucky to be with him, and he knew that. I had struggled with depression.. but not severe. Honestly, I may be overusing the word "depressed" when I speak on terms before his death. But starting October 11th @ 6:40am, I hit rock bottom. All of us, his friends & family, knowing his potential & his worth, could not understand it. We all knew & I guess we just assumed he knew it too.. instead of assuming he didn't, which might've saved his life. With all of this hurt, I slowly became a better person & although I still hurt for him.. I know I can't blame myself anymore. If you need help or are struggling with yourself, please contact the Suicide Prevention Line. 1-800-213-TALK || Or contact me, 910-992-0954 I will do anything I can to prevent another Cole. I will do anything I can to prevent another loss.