Suicide awareness Stories

Heaven's angels can wait. I know now- I'm notready to die yet.I know I'm bleedingout, but how did my wrists getslit? It's all over me...The blood is... it iseverywhere. All around me-shallow pools of red.But there is a knock-at the door. Who could be there-at my bathroom door?"Sweetheart, are you o-kay?" he says softly through the door. Opens it so slow-ly, like it will breakif he goes faster. He staresat me, lost in theb...

Her hand comes up, the blade there, dripping red onto the white counter top. A single line of blood seeps from the wound she's created, starting to drip off, into the sink, staining the porcelain permanently with the darkest of thoughts. I want to die. No, not even that. She was numb to it all, even the cuts- these reminders of her anger at herself and the pain that was just Too Much- they don't hurt anymore. She doesn't...