Chapter 1
I wake up in a small twin bed. I get off the bed and stand up against a wall. I died. But I can still feel everything. I look at the white walls that trap me. No window or doors. Great, what do I do now?
I sit down and remind myself of everything: I am Tris Prior. I lived in the city of Chicago all my life and ran away with my boyfriend, Tobias and others. My friends Lynn, Marlene, Uriah, Al and Will died. Gone. I was shot by a man named David. I am either alive or dead and this is heaven.
"Tobias," I whisper. I see my breath in the air. Then the temperature in the room changes from warm to cold.
"Crap" I say. I walk over to the bed to get the blanket, but the bed disappears. "Perfect timing!"
The jacket I am wearing is thin, so it barely helps. I rub my hands in a rapid motion in order to warm them. I put them against my cheeks. It warms them and I feel like they're red again.
"This is hell," I tell myself, "But I imagined it hotter."
I kind of deserved it. I caused my friend to kill himself and killed my other friend. I should have forgiven Al and shot Will in his leg. Christina would be happy.
I sit in the corner of the small room. I touch the cold ground, which could now be mistaken as the ice in an ice rink. It is smooth and shiny. So shiny, I can see my reflection.
I imagine my reflection when my mom was cutting my hair on aptitude test day. In the reflection, I see a narrow face, wide, round eyes, and a long, thin nose. I looked like a little girl back then, but now I am a mature young adult.
It is too cold now. I feel like it's freezing my lungs and I am about to give up on breathing entirely. Now, I'm struggling to breathe. The cold starts to make my heart beat slowly. It's like my body is going to give up on me.
I close my eyes. Then I feel warm again.
A/N: This was in my head for a while now. I hoped you enjoyed it!
-PaperAxes