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Reply by maverick

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TW: suicide, alcohol



i look across the city skyline, apartment lights go out one by one, people leave various buildings, some dressed all fancy, some in drag, and other in costumes. i wait. i wait for everyone to clear out. if i'm going to go, i'll be going alone.


i sit down, taking the last swig from the bottle of whiskey. if the fall doesn't kill me, alcohol poisoning surely will. i look at the skyline again, and smile. 


i step off the ledge, flipping to face the sky. everything seems like its in slow motion. my life flashes before my eyes, but i don't regret falling. it's not like i was a bad person, i was a cop, i was gonna get a promotion. i know im going to be missed, but at least my parents and friends will bury me, because they're dead too.


i watch the windows pass by, the rooftop disapears, as does everything else. i smile. i'll be with my family now.


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Reply by pwuppi!!

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trigger warning!: mentions of r3pe, can1bilis2m, add1ction, s--elfh3rm, s-x
(this actually happened and i have been getting my full treatment and im way better thanks to the lord) 
3 years ago not have i only faced the worst time of my entire life, but something that has left marks all around me. Starting in 2021, my ex boyfriend Brendon Johnnes, Florida, it was a regular tuesday. i only called him around when my parents werent home, so the place was ours to fuck and about. Brendon suffered of dr-g uses and multiple bds_m harming forms. I suffered from severe s-lf harm and n-icote-en uses. Him and i were the perfect couple of who could fuck each other even more, the s-x was fun, harmful but fun. We didnt like each other, we simply took the advantage of who could fuck the other more up.
Brings us to the day, 19th of june, 2021, a random tuesday. I called him in, i was struggling to get up from my bathroom floor of how much blood i lost after c3utting, i was about to faint and i hadnt eaten for more about 12 days. He had a copy of the keys, so he could sneak in and get off to me when my parents were asleep. He sneaked in as usual, found me drenched in my blood, unable to move a limp, he stood there, not moving, not even blinking, facial stoic as ever, at this point i have almost felt like i was hallucinating
I find his hand grabbing and dragging me by my bre-3sts, i wanted to scream or even say anything but i really couldnt, the feeling of the bleeding in my brain increasing as he grabbed and dragged me down the stairs, my skull writhing with every step he took down.
He threw me down the kitchen floor, and i was barely even breathing at this point.
He punched me down with a tray from the dirty dishes, and I was half passed out yet I felt it, I felt it everywhere..what he was doing to me, every time he got off inside off me
The first part of this torture lasted for about 2 hours
If I only knew what he was gonna do to me after, I  would have preferred him taking as much advantage of me
After he was done, and my woman hood was barely even alive, I find him with a sharp object, slowly inserting it down my woman hood as he slashed and sliced. He brings a piece to his mouth, tasting it, eating it.
And at this point I knew this was not only a demon consuming my flesh, but a substance i have created by giving it what it wants
It kept going for about 4 hours, and I was almost done for
The knob turns, my mum walks in, he tries to get up but he's caught
My mum screams such a yell, making the neighborhood writhe and run to our kitchen
I was saved from under his hands, and he was thrown in prison rotting for 98 years
I have been in the mental insitituation for about 2 years now and I have been out for two months, I thank the lord for surviving.


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