Mentalbreakdown Stories

මට ආදරේ කරේම නැද්ද.. ~~ආදරේ රස මතක මැද විරහා වේදනාවෙන් විලාප දෙන බිදුණු ආත්මය...~~

The creature learns. Every time BP fights it, it changes. Every move. Every mistake. Every weakness. What started as survival slowly becomes something worse - a deadly game of adaptation between hunter and monster. But the creature isn't the only thing evolving. As the group fractures and tragedy strikes, BP begins to realize something horrifying: The creature didn't just learn from him. It became him. ⭐️ Characters: Bulletpoint (Bp) - The one the creature learns from [FANMADE] Four - The leader Y - The emotional support of the group [FANMADE] Delta (Del) - BP's closest ally [FAMMADE] Triangular (Tri) - Emotional member of the group [FANMADE] Quadrilateral (Quad) - Logical thinker [FANMADE] X - Strong and blunt Two - The youngest / most scared Bi - Scientist-minded observer [FANMADE] The Creature - The evolving monster ⚠️ Contains: Violence Psychological horror Character death Mental health themes

A.I has become a huge part of society, whether for good or bad. This story is based on themes of psychological horror and should not be taken seriously. Lea wakes up to find her best friend in her bedroom in the middle of the night, and stranger things begin to happen within her life. "Clover, what are you doing here?" Lea asks. Thinking back, I don't ever remember seeing her reflection in the mirror..

Akrasia-the inability to act according to one's judgement. You've seen it in yourself, you've seen it in others. Amelia inevitably finishes her sophomore year, not looking forward the future. Along the way, she meets various people who more or less feel the same way.

It didn't start with fear. Just small things that didn't feel right. A moment that didn't match. A feeling that stayed too long. And the quiet sense... that she wasn't alone. Even though it was proved that she is.

During the war, when Naruto shared Kurama's chakra across the entire Shinobi Alliance, he hadn't just been channeling power. He hadn't just been letting the world feel the beat of his heart. Without realizing it, he had torn down the very walls that protected his own sanity. He had been forced to swallow-raw-the contents of their hearts, and all the rot festering underneath. What he heard was not prayers. Not hope. With a dull thump of fist meeting flesh, Naruto swung back. Not in self-defense. Just a single, raw punch, loaded with nothing but frustration, that connected with Sasuke's face without a single jutsu behind it. Then he grabbed Sasuke's collar and yanked - hard - until their faces were nearly touching. "You know what, Sasuke?!" His breath was ragged against Sasuke's face. "Screw it. Screw all of it!!" He was screaming now, his voice breaking apart. His tears finally fell - streaming down a face already wrecked with bruises and blood. "You want to kill me?? Go ahead." His grip on Sasuke's collar tightened. His fingers were shaking. "Kill me! Kill me now, before I become one of them - the ones who laughed while your family was slaughtered." "Kill me before I'm forced to become a Hokage who smiles at the people who planned your imprisonment." Blood and tears dripped from his chin. "KILL ME, SASUKE. RIGHT NOW." He grabbed Sasuke's trembling hand. Forced it down onto his own chest - directly above his heart. "STAB ME HERE."

From the author of It wasn't just friendship/ Millionaire's lady. Ranked #1 in remarriage as on 26th june 2019 Hey friends, My name is Netra, and I am the widow of Mr. Saurabh Raichand. I have seen a lot of ups and downs in my married life but never knew that the worst was yet to come. With his death, my family and the society called me cursed. I was a bad omen to them but he didn't feel so. Wondering who is he? Viren Singhania was his name. He was different from the crowd. Unlike others he never treated me like a widow or a cursed woman. For him I was his best friend and so was he for me until things took a new direction in our lives. Life looked awesome with him but wait I guess god has something else written in my fate........ A true story of a widow.

The protagonist finds himself amidst a huge cult. He tries, yet fails to protect the ones he loved, he tries to save the people around him but he fails watching them all die knowing damn well that it was his blood that caused this.

Welcome to my personal hell Here, I will be speaking with absolutely no filter whatsoever and no one nobody can stop me. Here's what you can expect, for now - rants - mental breakdowns - plot ideas that make absolutely no sense - song lyrics!? - random thoughts, as the title says - more about me, ig? - spoilers for upcoming books Idk I was bored and figured, why not be the dramatic bitch I usually am? Hope you like whatever's wrong with me, if not, get out and I don't care what your opinion is unless it's either a compliment or advice. Bye

This is the story of C0de Sans, and how he came to be. WARNING It is very possible that this story may take some dark turns in the future, and there will be use of strong language. It is advised that readers are prepared for more sensitive subject matter and are not too squeamish about graphic depictions of violence and other such content. I do not own any rights to Undertale or any of the AUs or characters other then C0de and Zer0 from my own AU C0deta1e.

These are basically a bunch of Pina/Legosi fics that I have cross-posted on AO3.

Hi, Guys ! It's Me Again ! This Story Is About Chase's Past, But Not As A Pup. He Is With His Owner Ryder And His Brothers And Sisters, But Even Through That, He Starts To Behave Oddly. Like Something Is Missing, Like Someone Is Missing.............(I Will Be The Main Protagonist Too) WARNING : THIS STORY IS NOT FOR KIDS OR FOR PEOPLE THAT DON'T LIKE TO SEE SOMEONE SUFFER. IT CONTAINS VULGARISMS, GORE, MENTAL ABUSE AND CHASE'S BIGGEST FEAR-THE DENTISTS. IT SOMETHING LIKE ACTION-HORROR STORY

──────── ˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── There has always been an 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 residing in me. Something hollow and deep and empty. Something that screams to be heard. Something that aches for meaning in this haunting world. Through this collection I try to pick out the pieces of my heart and bleed out words that have haunted me. And maybe try to find peace with a truth that always scared me. because maybe this is how its meant to be : me, floating in the abyss of my misery ────────˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poem (out of 199k stories) #1 in poetrycollection (out of 34.5k stories) #1 in words (out of 16.5k stories) #1 in poembook (out of 15.8k stories) #1 in prose (out of 9.07k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.72k stories)

A big book about EVERY current Jinx!

//ON HIATUS// It's all just a nightmare... One big, horrible nightmare... Right?

Officer Kabir thought he understood criminals. Until he met the laughing man. A circus joker accused of brutal murders... with no motive, no past, and no fear. Just a smile. As Kabir digs deeper, the case begins to twist- evidence stops making sense, memories feel unreliable, and the line between hunter and killer starts to blur. Because the joker isn't acting alone. Someone is controlling him. Watching. Listening. Waiting. And the closer Kabir gets to the truth... the more he realizes- the real mastermind has been beside him all along.

The Jackal's Teeth You can't outrun what's already inside you. Six months ago, Detective Lucious Marlow died-at least, the part of him that still felt human. After a car crash stole his daughter and left his body broken, he vanished from the force, from the world... and from himself. Now, London bleeds. A sadistic killer known as The Jackal is carving a trail through the city's underbelly-ritualistic, brutal, and methodical. The bodies are piling up. The press is screaming. The cops are useless. They want Lucious back. They think he's the one who can stop it. But Lucious doesn't chase monsters anymore. He hears them. He understands them. And every crime scene feels a little too familiar. Every slash, every symbol, every choice the Jackal makes-it's like looking into a mirror made of blood and teeth. Is he hunting a killer? Or remembering one? In the city's darkest corners-amid gang hideouts, cigarette smoke, and whispered threats-Lucious is about to discover the truth: To catch the Jackal... he may have to become him. Please report any action of copying and piracy, help stop the spread. This book is my original idea and mine alone.

this book contains poem related to depression... depression is a decision ... and it can be cured ....i am not going to say you are going to fine soon but i will say you are going to be happy soon enough

If you hate your life come here your welcome to join my club cause i know how you feel If you hate how your family treat you, Remember, they hate you too "makinig ka nalang" she said Lagi naman akong di nakikinig sa paningin mo

this is all written by me, as i deal with my daily panic/anxiety attacks and use writing as a way to release my energy. anxiety shouldn't ever be romanticized.