Mentalillness Stories

A robbery gone... right? On what seems to be a night like any other, Bex finds herself staring down the barrel of a gun about to be robbed. Junior, the one holding the gun, expects this to be a run of the mill robbery, but gets more than he bargined for. Both of them are seeking solutions to problems that have haunted them for so long, and together, they begin a journey toward new beginnings. ***I am currently on a hiatus while testing, planning, and hopefully getting surgery to fix one of my carpal tunnel ridden hands. I'm hoping to be back by the end of summer 2024. Nevertheless, I will be back at some point to finish the story*** *I'm working on this story in real-time, so it is ongoing for now! :)* *Title might change- I haven't figured that part out yet * Currently ranked: (As of 04/28/24) #2 for unlikelyfriends (out of 605) #10 for Wattpadoriginal (out of 489) #11 for darkcomedy (out of 1000+) #14 for unlikelyromance (out of 866) #32 for Roadtrip (out of 1000+) #39 for mentalillness (out of 1000+)

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION Everest is the most popular boy in school. He's handsome, wealthy, and captain of the football team-he has the world at his fingertips, but he's desperately unhappy. And when those feelings become too much to bear, he tries to take his own life. On the surface, Beverly's different from Everest in every possible way. She's quiet, shy, hard working, and keeps to herself on campus, focusing on her schoolwork and her part-time job, distracting herself from her less-than-perfect upbringing. When Everest returns to school after his attempt, he's in more pain than ever. Discarded by his friends, he draws little empathy and too much attention from those who surround him. But when Beverly and Everest meet unexpectedly in a dusty corner of the old library, they discover together just how rich life can be when given the freedom to just be yourself.

"𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾." Tara O'brian's life is going on forever, and yet it just started. With parents that don't seem to care, and picked fingers behind her back, her stomach twists as she realizes that she's all alone starting a new school. The stars in her eyes quickly allign as she meets a hot headed boy, with blonde messy hair and the face of a statue, she's willing to go through whatever comes her way, as long as he sticks by her. Tadgh Lynch has her heart after all. ♡══════════════♡══════════════♡ Tadgh Lynch has been through hell and back, with fire in his heart and trauma in his chest, he can't seem to find the point. After surviving Teddy Lynch, he locks himself away, his hard shell only barricading himself further and further. That is until a certain girl turns his life right-side up, giving him purpose for as long as she stays behind him, protecting him just as he protects her. With her bitter tone and warm presence, he slowly starts to heal. But what happens when she discovers his secret, more so what happens when he discovers hers?

❝what if the monster is me?❞

Poems and written pieces I need off my mind and onto paper, a second edition. A collection I don't have a name for so I'll continue with the Untitled edition. Warning: sensitive topics

Liv, the singer of the youth band Lost Soul, has always struggled with all sorts of problems. Will that change when Alexandra joins the band?

Before the outbreak consumes the Eclipse, Long Haul is already breaking down under endless labor, anxiety, and deepening depression. The Decepticon prison ship feels wrong-corridors go silent too long, prisoners vanish, and distant screams echo through the lower decks. Long Haul tries to ignore it, but the fear keeps building. He secretly sends a coded distress signal to Zeta, the only bot he trusts. Years earlier, Zeta had been severely injured during a battle with Superion and left for dead by the Decepticons. Long Haul found her wrecked afterward and repaired her in secret, helping her escape and ultimately change sides. That hidden bond is the reason she would risk everything for him now. Zeta is already on the way with a small Autobot strike team-but space travel will take time. Before she can arrive, the prison scientist takes Long Haul for one final experiment. Seeing his unstable mind and extreme durability, the scientist forces him into Project Nemesis, fusing experimental armor and black energon into his frame to create a perfect weapon. The process is agonizing and nearly destroys him. Then the infection escapes across the Eclipse. In the chaos, Long Haul is locked inside solitary confinement beneath the ship. While the infection ravages corridors above-turning crew and prisoners into violent, corrupted husks-he is forced to listen helplessly to the ship dying around him. But something is wrong. Despite everything, the infection does not fully take him. Whether it's the modifications of Project Nemesis or something deeper in his system, Long Haul appears resistant-changed, but not consumed. Trapped alone in the dark, he begins to shift into something else entirely: stronger, unstable, and increasingly dangerous. His depression and anxiety twist into paranoia and rage, but one thought keeps him anchored- Zeta is coming. And he has to survive long enough for her to reach the Eclipse before whatever he's becoming fully takes over.

❝𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.❞ ׂ╰┈➤ [ various! creepypasta x fem! reader ] ➤ IN WHICH, your search for purpose gets you swamped into a world of serial killers, monsters, and faceless fears. Questions pile into more questions as your friends, peers, and strangers start to drop dead one after the other. Just what did your dad do to deserve their wrath? And why are these demons convinced you're hiding something from them? Maybe it's your purpose to die early, or maybe, just maybe, you can save the people you love. ⚠︎ ║ TAGS: • yandere creepypasta • creepypasta x reader • obsession, stalking, dark • morally grey reader

I don't trust anyone and nobody trusts me I'll be the actress Starring in your bad dreams .................................. .................................. Disclaimer: honkai star rail is not owned by me but by hoyoverse. The only character I own is the main character and the ocs in this book. inspired: there aren't really any good stories about it but the first story i ever read about it was the best so I recommend you to read " cosmogyral" by curiosity_naivety // please check out her book they are very good! Warning: there will be gore, mora strike, mental illness, manipulating ,toxic love relationships, Crushing out, PTSD, horror , weapons and more. (there will be spoilers if you don't play the game) 2nd warning: English is not my language there's gonna be a lot of bad grammar, pictures are not owned by me I did not make them it's all on Pinterest Yapping: I'm a big fan of HSR but also a fan of suffering but how about I combine those together, also this is not a y/n story but oc story but since I also read those stories you can imagine you're own oc I don't mind it.You can make fan art all you want I love to see them as I'm an artist myself not a digital artist I don't have the iPad yet since I'm a teenager

Kenai has rarely known kindness. The very concept of it is a foreign object to her. She lives her life from bounty to bounty, spending her nights hunting and her days passed out in the bottom of a bottle, trying to find the secret to outrunning the past that never seems to want to let her go. She wishes nothing more than to disappear into oblivion, until a beskar-covered man with a little green son shows up at one of her bars to offer her protection in exchange for Force-training with Grogu.

~.~.~.~ Unknown: This is going to be a hell of a ride. So strap in and ENJOY. ~.~.~.~ Jasmine and Harry live polar opposite lifestyles, yet their heart yearns for the same thing. What happens when their parents decide their fate for them? It can either go bad or really bad. Previously known as 'I'm Mrs Styles' MATURE: BRIEF MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM Amazing cover made by.... @HarryStylesManip. 30th September- #2

Is love really made to be unconditional? but how to be sure of what's right & what's wrong when you crave love to the point you are willing to get it at any price, even if it's your own happiness. How to know when to leave & when to fight feistier than ever, how to love yourself enough to stop going back to habits that only makes you feel worse but fills the parts of you that are empty & aching to feel seen, How to protect yourself before you fall into the never ending cycle of...relapsing.

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"being a shield is my birthright." • This work is dedicated to everyone who is healing, recovering, learning (and unlearning), discovering, becoming, and being. For all of the oldest siblings, those recovering from trauma of any kind, the twenty-somethings, all of my queer and trans and disabled and neurodivergent siblings, people whose favorite trope is found family, those who struggle with chronic pain/illness, and anyone who just can't figure out how to word things. This is for you. This is also for me, for my future self, so I can hopefully look back one day and thank the Universe for how I've grown and how much I've gained. Here's to hoping for a better future.

Draco Malfoy has returned for an 8th year at Hogwarts. But he isn't the same person he was before the war. Now, he's a shattered soul of who he used to be and dreams about the day he's going to take his last breath. He allows others to hurt him in the worst ways because he knows he deserves all the pain and suffering. All of it. When someone makes an attempt on Draco's life, Harry Potter gets involved and vows to protect him from harm, much to the dismay of Draco. As they start spending more time together, Harry begins to notice some concerning things about Draco, things could lead to another tragedy. Can Harry help Draco in time to prevent the darkness from consuming him or was he always doomed to a tragic fate? ***cover art not mine***

Tamika Ogechukwu finally attends the dreaded high school reunion and encounters a mysterious man who changes her life forever. ***** At twenty eight, the troublesome Tamika Ogechukwu was in debt, struggling to pay bills and provide for her family . Life was unfair. Haunted by her past and far from being conventionally beautiful and feminine, she's never known love or been intimate with a man, so when she attends a high school reunion intending to ruffle some feathers, she didn't expect to catch the eye of a young man who was anything but ordinary. He makes her feel things she's never felt before and want things she's never thought of. He's mysterious. He was unlike any man she's ever known. But being with a man like Charming comes at a price. NOTE: use of pidgin english, contains some matured/sensitive scenes. ***** When i broke the kiss, we were breathing hard. "You must have felt it. You must have known that something wasn't right me and with us. You need to get rid of this child, Tammy. You need to listen to me. " "I don't listen to liars," Pulling back, she placed a hand on her protruding belly. " This child and i have been through a lot. At first, i was filled with resentment and shame but I've accepted my situation, even welcomed it." Getting up, she moved away. I stood as she backed me. I heard her sniffle and bring a hand to her face. She was wiping away tears. " You don't understand. I think you're-" " I love you. " She turned, and sure enough her eyes were red. Words i never thought I'd hear but felt. But that wasn't what perplexed me. Her feelings were real. I could tell. Her eyes were clear. Another confirmation. Could it be? SAMPLE FULL BOOK NOW AVAILABLE ON AMAZON

(1/4) poems written beneath fluorescent lights and low battery warnings.

Hermione seemingly has her life figured out. Little did everyone know she was falling apart. Through her struggles she is met by an unlikely savior I dont own anything, credit to J.K Rowling

"Don't push me away, please." Jungkook calls out to me, but he doesn't take a step further, allowing me my space. I'm unsure if I'm relieved. "I'm here to support you. I want to support you. Stop hurting yourself like this." I let out another humorless laugh. ""Stop hurting yourself like this"? What am I doing to myself?" "I'm not doing anything!" I want to scream. "This is all an act! I'm doing all of this for attention! I'm undeserving of this attention." "You're not allowing yourself to receive support. You're isolating yourself. Why?" Because maybe if I isolate myself I'll start to feel like less of an impostor and actually start to be a little more deserving of this care that I'm pathetically faking for. "I don't deserve the support." Not while all of these emotions and reactions were all stemmed from a lie. "I don't deserve the support." I shake my head. "I don't know why I thought you could help. I don't know why I thought I deserved help. I'm sorry for wasting your time. I'm sorry for being a burden." I turn around to walk away before he can say anything further. TW: includes detailed descriptions of disordered eating

To everyone else, he is the perfect student: polite, intelligent, and on the fast track to a future he's supposed to want. But this is just a role he plays. A mask to hide the truth. At 21, he moves to the historic university city of Pécs to start his life, but he's already a ghost. He is a detached spectator in his own story, watching himself perform the part of 'The Son' and 'The Student' with a cold, clinical precision. Haunted by the shadows of a father who left and a mother he can't help but hurt, his new life is not one of freedom. It's a life of financial spreadsheets, missed parties, and the crushing weight of a poverty that isolates him from a world he can't afford to join. The city's ancient streets and bustling lecture halls are just a backdrop. His real world is the four walls of his sterile dorm room, the bitter static of phone calls home, and the pages of a black notebook-the only place he is honest. He watches, he records, and he asks himself one question: How long can you perform a life before you are completely disqualified from living one?