Stopthepain Stories

"A sane person to an insane society must appear insane." -Kurt Vonnegut "i can't find my way out" In which a girl with schizophrenia finds herself locked in an asylum. "the silence haunts me" Her only sanctuary is the scarlet garden that spreads beyond her cage. "a sea of red too thick to jump into" There, a shadow flits about. "unseen, unheard, unacknowledged" It whispers in a world weary voice words more tangible than she ever heard before. "turn around and walk away" Too dangerous to stay, too intoxicating to walk away. "plunge this world into the deepest, darkest pits of tartarus" ____________________________________ Book 2 in the "enlightenment" series. Sound. WARNING: and I mean this, this book is dark and contains dark themes, as does the rest of this series. If you can't deal with the harsh reality that is immorality, don't read. #BreakStereotypes #FreeMentalIllness #NoMoreScars #ProjectSemicolon #SeizeTheLove #StopThePain #UnlikeMovies #EndRomanticizedAbuse #SALT #SaveALife ©2016, NevermoreNeverHere (Cover made by me. Pic not mine. Sorry for bad quality, but all subtitles are in quotes in summary, so enjoy)

Being skinny isn't all that important to fifteen-year-old Rosamund Parker. Even though she's surrounded by a horde of Barbie doll lookalikes, she's happy with who she is. With her best friend, Sage, by her side, she's perfectly content. But when Sage abruptly exits her life, it's all too easy to let the whispers destroy the fleeting self-confidence Rosie has put up over the years. If everyone thinks badly of you, are you really worth anything? Or are you just a series of stretch marks, and nothing more? Cover made by @Nau2014 highest rank-- Poetry: #351 - 07/25/16 © Makenna Collette (@mack-collette) 2016 All Rights Reserved

A star will shine on. Always. A star helps you. It guides you. It conceals you. It can even make your wishes come true. This star is special It made me live again. Do you have that type of Star in your life? (Book by: @anonymousmangareader) Do not copy or rewrite without permission

Stains which showed a glimpse of life, Stories left untold, Unraveled by the tiny stains, Left behind to wonder what could have it meant Cover Credit : @Plastic-Promises

in which a Queen learns to love her Kingdom. ✘ t.d 2016

A story in which a popular upperclassmen boy falls in love with a girl who lets her insecurities rule her, fights a war against herself, and her life filled with endless self-loathing, but he gradually sees her as a sparkling diamond in a dark cave - until society strips his happiness away from him and their relationship is put to the test. ›› angst & romance & trigger warnings ›› #shawrocketprize

I've read a lot of stories on here about depression. I'm here to say that there is hope even in the darkest of situations.

A collection of poems and rhymes from a boy who was bullied - written by Annabelle- #82 in short story {22.03.17}

My whole body paining like hell. I crawled weekly towards the wall and rested my back on it. My breathing unsteady, the marks on my body giving me the pain, the same pain which I am getting I don't remember from when. Tears, I think now I am short of them. With difficulty, I crawled towards the side table to drink the water, my throat burning ,tongue dry. I grabbed the jug with my shaking hands fear raising in my innerself. What if the jug fell down? I drank from it, getting the taste of my blood from my busted lips. Full of grammatical mistakes.

(DISCONTINUED) ❝They say I'm beautiful. But what if I can't see what they see?❞ about a woman who saw herself as ugly. #109 in Short Story (05/21/2017) #111 in Short Story (05/22/2017) #114 in Short Story (05/13/2017) #123 in Short Story (05/19/2017) #126 in Short Story (05/14/2017) #131 in Short Story (05/09/2017) #138 in Short Story (05/11/2017) #141 in Short Story (05/10/2017) #150 in Short Story (04/29/2017) #152 in Short Story (04/28/2017) #156 in Short Story (05/06/2017) #186 in Short Story (04/27/2017) #205 in Short Story (05/05/2017) #215 in Short Story (04/26/2017) #271 in Short Story (04/25/2017) #280 in Short Story (05/08/2017) #282 in Short Story (04/22/2017) #315 in Short Story (04/23/2017) #321 in Short Story (04/24/2017) #355 in Short Story (04/21/2017) #380 in Short Story (05/03/2017) #393 in Short Story (05/04/2017) #558 in Short Story (07/02/2017) #568 in Short Story (04/20/2017) #581 in Short Story (06/26/2017) #731 in Short Story (04/20/2017) [#thepeopleofsociety] [Kristen Stewart standalone]

Heal , is a collection of poems and the target is to free the world from all the pain and heal our world " Heal the world , make it a better place For you and for me and the entire human race " - M.J. If you real the poems , please leave comments and i will aurely reply

"Hollywood whore passed out on the floor. I'm sorry but the party's over..." For Meagan Steno the party isn't over; in fact, it has just started. Moving in with her newly divorced mother after the tragic loss of her father, Meagan has to learn to live with the name that started as a cruel joke, but now, in Reno, Nevada, has made her an even bigger target. Hollywood Whore experiments with drugs, sex, and a whole lot of growing up too quickly. ‼️WARNING: GRAPHIC SCENES AND LANGUAGE WILL BE USED‼️ ••• Please excuse the horrid irregularities in updates; though it is summer break, I am still very busy•••

this is our secret, so don't tell anyone, okay? Copyright2016©PointTrueNorth Highest rankings: #10 <<November 27th, 2016>> #38 <<November 3rd, 2016>>

"A sane person to an insane society must appear insane." -Kurt Vonnegut "she wasn't living" She truly believed that she had found the meaning of life. Or rather, the meaning of her life. "there never was anything in her" For her, she wanted to spend the rest of her life for the ones she loved, she wanted every breath she took to be repaid tenfold to those who she held close to her heart, she wanted every accomplishment, every award, every emotion, every single drop of her existence to be meant for those who had her wrapped around their little pinky fingers. "i look dead because i am dead" To the point where she would kill herself because they told her too. "bleed some color into this otherwise achromatic hellhole" And now, she has been given something that not everyone can proudly boast. "she doesn't know if she loves anyone or anything anymore" A second chance. "burn everything down to ash, to lower than ash" ______________________________ Book 1 in the "enlightenment" series. Sight. Follow this link to get to Book 2: https://www.wattpad.com/story/70565180-these-voices-in-my-head I've been so angsty lately. Please do enjoy. Starts off slowly but gradually picks up pace and gravity. Read a few chapters before deciding to stop and take this book out of your library. All grammatical errors and structural differentiations are indeed stylistic choices and do not require comments that point out every little mistake. WARNING: and I mean this, this book is dark and contains dark themes, as does the rest of this series. If you can't deal with the harsh reality that is immorality, don't read. #BreakStereotypes #FreeMentalIllness #NoMoreScars #ProjectSemicolon #StopThePain #UnlikeMovies #SALT #SaveALife ©2016, NevermoreNeverHere (Cover made by me. Pic not mine. Sorry for bad quality, but all subtitles are in quotes in summary, so enjoy)

~UNEDITED~ ~Draft 1~ ~ONE OF MY VERY FIRST BOOKS~ Hope you enjoy~! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Story inspired from my daydreams. I was in high school. I drew Nyru as one of my random girls I thought up, similar to Star from my other daydreams. Then in my daydreams after I finished her drawing, I made a story for her. That is when I drew Yami, after I started writing down my daydream about Nyru. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elemental story: Ice, Fire, Water and Electricity Meet the princess of the Ice Kingdom. Nyru has a very abusive and over protective father who does not let her do anything outside of the castle. This young princess is quite the rebel. Then meet the prince of the Fire Kingdom. Follow Nyru as she explores outside her comfort zone and finds young love waiting in the kingdom her father banishes her from visiting. Will Nyru's father soften up to his little girl? Nyru learns she must fight for what she loves. Be mindful before you read and note this story was written by my much younger self who did not understand the basics of storytelling! Original Start Date: 5 January 2009 Publication Date on Wattpad: 30 October 2015 Completion Date: 30 October 2015 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The following is of my own work. This book may not be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the creator, only as conversation or comments. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincident. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ------------------------------------------------------- Copyright © 2009-2015 by qstarfire. All rights reserved. -------------------------------------------------------

Pete is rationing his pills. Patrick is cleansing himself with peroxide. Both are in danger of themselves. ~TRIGGERING FOR SOME INDIVIDUALS~ Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/user/nostrilartist/playlist/06cHJTd13X6fsHLOe8YKLU

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION