Ch.7
"Oh my God!" Whitney yelled as she entered Teresa's bedroom.
Teresa was there on her bed, covered in blood. She was rocking back and forth, mumbling something to herself over and over again.
Whitney ran to her friend.
"Teresa! What happened? What did you do?"
Teresa didn't even acknowledge Whitney was there. She just kept rocking, slowly moving back and forth.
"Teresa, WHAT DID YOU DO?"
When she didn't answer, Whitney quickly ran to the front door to get Fox.
When he saw her and the look of pure terror on her face, he knew something was horribly wrong. He jumped out of his car and ran towards the house, not even stopping to see what she was going to say. He just needed to find her.
He bolted passed her and ran through the front door.
~ Where is she? ~ His mind screamed over and over again. Hr looked all over before finally finding her in the bedroom.
The sight of her made his heart rip into a million pieces.
"Teresa…" he uttered, unable to take his eyes off of the blood.
"I am no one," she said quietly to herself, her eyes closed.
Fox ran over to the bed, falling to his knees in front of her.
"Teresa?" his eyes burned. "Can you hear me?"
He slowly reached up and touched her face.
Her eyes flew open as if awoken from a trance. She jumped, terrified.
Fox flew back.
"Hey, it's me," he said putting his hands up defensively. "It's just me."
Her breathing was ragged.
"Fo-Fox?"
"Teresa, what did you do?"
It was then she looked at herself, seeing all of the blood for the first time. She let out a sob.
"I don't want to hurt anymore."
Fox looked around. His stomach turned as he saw the knife lying beside her on the bed.
"I have to get you to a hospital."
"NO!" she yelled, startling him.
"Resa, you're bleeding."
"It's not as bad as it looks," she said climbing off of the bed and going to the bathroom. She turned the faucet on and began washing away the red that had covered her.
Fox followed her, stopping in the doorway.
"Why wont you let me help you?"
She winced at the pain in his voice.
"I don't deserve help Fox. I don't deserve anything."
"How can you say that?" he walked closer towards her.
She turned the water off, drying her skin.
"Teresa you need help. And if you wont let me help you, then I will just take you somewhere where you wont have a choice."
She didn't say anything.
He walked over to her, turning her around. She lowered her head not to look at him. He took her face in his hands and lifted it up.
"You're really scaring me Resa."
"Shut up Fox," she whispered trying to look away.
"NO" he said sternly, getting her attention. "I'm not going to shut up. I will never shut up until I know that you're ok."
Fox looked into her eyes, scaring himself. They looked so empty, so dead.
"I'm not going to just sit back and let you hurt yourself…this ends now."
She sighed.
"Fox, you want me to be happy? Then quit wasting your time on me alright?"
He looked confused.
"Wasting my time?"
"Yes, wasting your time. Leave…go be happy with someone that deserves to feel the love and joy you bring. Don't waste it on a no one like me."
She escaped his grasp, and walked out of the room down the hall.
Fox stood there speechless for a moment before following her.
"I love you!" he yelled at her down the hall. "Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
She stopped, and gradually turned to face him.
"Please just leave."
Fox was about to say something, when Whitney came charging in, interrupting them.
"My mom is coming over Teresa…she wants you to go to the hospital with her."
Teresa shook her head.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Fox didn't know what to do. He had to think of away to get through to her.
Finally, it dawned on him.
"What about your son Teresa?"
Her eyes grew huge. She opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it.
"You think I'm wasting my time on you? Fine! Don't do this for me then…do it for your son…do it for little Ethan."
Teresa looked like she was about to faint.
"I don't have a son anymore Fox…Gwen and Ethan took him from me-"
"And you will get him back." He said, stepping towards her. "One day, he will be back here with you where he belongs…but not if you keep doing this to yourself…not if you're dead."
She looked back and forth between Fox and Whitney, trying to decide what to do.
"Let us take you to the hospital," Whitney said, her voice shaking. "I'll call my mom and tell her we will just meet us there instead. Please, Teresa," she begged.
Teresa leaned against the wall for support. She stood there for a few moments.
"Ok," she finally answered, her voice small and weak.
Whitney took her cell phone out, and dialed her mom, walking out of the room towards the car.
Fox looked at Teresa who seemed unsure what to do.
"I'll help you to the car."
She looked at him, and said nothing. She simply held on to his arms as he led her outside.