TRIGGER WARNING - Suicide attempts, self-harm and depression.
Teresa couldn't take it anymore.
They all hated, no, loathed her, she saw the hurt and betrayal in their eyes every time they saw her. She understood. Understood why Thomas couldn't face her anymore, understood why they pushed her away when she wanted her memories back. She was The Betrayer.
Love was hard to come by, Teresa thought love was a fairy tale. Fake. Made up to give young children hopes and dreams and faith in humanity. Love, however, was what she felt as she looked at Thomas, and seeing the sorrow in his eyes was like knives digging into her skin.
Memories are valuable. They are the building blocks of each and every person, so no wonder Teresa turned out as the person she was. The outcast. The untrustworthy one. The heartless one. The lost one.
Lost in her thoughts and her memories, she lost all feelings except pain, excruciating pain that she wanted to vanquish, so, naturally, when she found a way of dealing with it, of going numb, she used it.
Blood would drip from scars that were fated never to heal. In the WICKED facility she knew it was getting worse, so she ran: from Thomas (because she knew he was still there- she also knew he would refuse her help), from her memories, from everything.
Running seemed easy, yet it would only last so long. Her blood would lift the pain and let her forget the world, yet she needed to do it more every hour, as the pain was determined to get stronger with each slash of the knife.
She needed something permanent.
Therefore, as she lay in her bed in the berg that she was running away in, she decided to do something permanent.
As her hand snaked backwards beneath the pillow, and gripped the handle of the knife, a boy on the other side of the room, being a light sleeper, began to stir. As she touched her feet to the ground, the boy slowly opened one eye. As she slammed the door, even though she was trying to be silent, the boy crept out of his bed too. As she ran from the world, he ran too, but towards something, someone- her.
As she brought the knife down and watched the blood gush out, he screamed.
"Teresa! No!" His cry echoed throughout the room, but the girl barely registered it, and simply dropped to her knees, a delirious smile lighting up her features.
It couldn't be happening, she couldn't die, she was his friend. His only friend, and she wasn't going to go so easily.
Sprinting, tears welling up in his eyes, the boy latched onto a first aid kit, that was hanging limply on the wall, and dragged it back to the fading girl.
"Teresa, please don't leave me."
Round and round in dizzying circles, he wrapped up her wrists, and in doing so saved the girl's life. The girl of whom's vision was blurred and marred with ever growing dark spots.
In a moment of clarity, just before her consciousness temporarily slipped out of her grasp, she saw the terrified face of one of her best friends.
Aris
A/N: Hi there guys. This is my first one-shot and my first attempt at writing a very serious fic, about such serious and important matters: depression and suicide. Please guys, never use this as a guide on how to cope, self-harm is not the right path. If you think you may have depression or just want to talk or vent, I'm always happy to listen, just PM me. Also, if you did enjoy this short one-shot (there will be no more chapters), go check out Msnoname24's 'Memories' which was the inspiration for this! Please do leave a review and favourite if you found this worthy! Thanks for reading, bye!
-Lost