Unstoppable

I thank him and he nods his head politely. I push myself off his bed and walk out the door. There's a figure in the hallway right next to my bedroom door. The person looks up at me.
Victory. I walk over to her and take a seat beside her. My happy expression with Ross drops seeing her upset. I don't know was does it but seeing Victory with a sad face does something to me. It makes me want to fix her frown and turn it upside down into a smile again.
Victory turns to look at me silently. After a few seconds she speaks up. Her voice very soft. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. And I didn't mean to scare you either. I'm not trying to make up a ness use for any of this so I'm going to tell you the truth." She pauses. I nod my head, telling her to move on.
"I'm concerned about you Tris. And I know you heard Ross and I talking a little while ago and that's why you ran up head and hid. My first thought was, she's going to kill herself." Her voice cracks. "I don't know what I'd do if either of us found you dead. I haven't know you life then five days but we've developed a relation ship one another. I was worried our small relation ship would crumble and turn into dust." She tells me.
"I'm sorry." I apologize to her. "I didn't mean to make you worry so much about me." I apologize to Victory. She has her own problems too but she's pushed those away. She's shed some tears too beside me and we've held each other tight on my bed as we cry together. She's done too much for me. And now she has to deal with me and my problems because she's worried about my well being. And I don't blame her either. Even Ross noticed it.
I'm depressed. I'm hurting. I'm lost. I'm clueless. I'm in need of help.
"Don't apologize to me. You did nothing wrong. I'm the one who's supposed to be sorry for scaring you. I'm worried. Scared for you sake." She tells me. I lean over and give her a hug. Victory wraps her arms around my back and pulls me in tight. The two of us hug up against the wall for the longest time.
"Be honest," we pull away from one another. "Have you thought about it?" She questions me. I slowly nod my head. She turns away from me. "Please don't." Her voice barley a sound. She's just as scared as I am about this.
"I can't," My voice cracks. I turn away from Victory. It's all to much weight in my shoulders. I need to let go and be free. And the only way is to do so is kill myself. That's what I plan to do.
I stand up and rush off down the stairs before Victory can grab my wrist. "Ross!" Victory screams. She know's what I'm doing. Footsteps quickly follow behind me. I run into the kitchen and flip draws completely over until I find a sharp steak knife.
"Tris no!" Victory screams. Before I can thrust the knife into my stomach, a pair of hands wrap around me. They twist my wrist making me scream until I drop the knife on the ground. Then pull me backwards, out of the kitchen.
"Call nine-one-one." Ross speaks from behind me. I trash around, screaming my head off as Ross tries to hold me down. He pushes me onto the ground and jumps on top of me. I turn my head to the side as he grabs my arms and holds them behind my back.
I scream as loud as I can while I wiggle underneath Ross. I can't throw him off of me. He's too strong. "Shhh." Ross pets my head with one hand as he holds both my arms behind my back with his other. "It's okay Tris. Just try and calm down a little bit." I scream again.
"Close your eyes and try to relax. Nothing's going to hurt you." Ross tries to get me to calm down.
"Tobias!" I scream his name. I thrash out again and manage to get my arms free. I grab onto Ross and push him off of my back with all my might. I release him and jump to my feet. I run back into the kitchen. I pick up the knife off the floor and bring it towards myself.
Then it's gone. Multiple hands grab a hold of me and force me to the tiled floor. "Tobias!" I scream his name again. Where is he? Why isn't he saving me? Tobias please help me. I need you.
I break down into a crying for. "Boy, hold her arm still." A deep man's voice speaks. In the background I can hear a girl crying. It must be Victory. She's watched this entire thing play through. I don't blame her for crying. Someone grabs a hold of my arm and holds it out straight. I feel a little pinch. After that, everything becomes quiet. My eyes get heavier and heavier and I'm no longer strong enough to keep them open. The entire world turns black.