A/N Hello, all! Thank you so much for reading this story! I am Jello Cello, your humble servant, and I hope to get this new story up and running! Please comment to let me know how you like it, what I should add or take away, what you want to see, etc… I will do my best! Thanks :)

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Four had always wanted to die on his birthday. It was just something he had always thought, something that had always had a strange appeal. He had thought it since he was quite young, actually. Of course, when he thought about death as a little kid, he wasn't as much of a fucked-up eighteen-year-old, well, now nineteen-year-old.

Today was a special day for Four. It was his nineteenth birthday. But that's not why it was special. It was the one year anniversary of his death. And he was celebrating it at the Dauntless Mental Institution for Youth. DMIY. Not a great acronym.

Four's day began as usual, waking up at 3:30 in the morning, thinking in bed, getting ready, and writing one solitary line with a dry erase marker in his room's bathroom mirror. That day, he had chosen a quote he had told himself every day since years before when he heard a stupid kid scream it on the television.

You can't define me.

This had possessed different meaning for every stage of his life. But it never meant, and would never mean, that he was healed. He would be forever broken.

The nurses had already done their morning wake-up rounds as he was exiting the room for breakfast. He nodded his head in greeting to Christina and Tori, two of his closest...acquaintances. He didn't have any friends. And that was just the way he liked it. He carried his composition book, as always, in case someone decided to strike up a conversation. He ate his usual breakfast, cereal and some weird liquid they gave him in a styrofoam cup. He hated styrofoam. Eric, his least favorite of the patients - whoops, residents -, purposefully scraped a cup with his plastic fork, causing Four's entire body to be wracked with shivers. Well, that was a great way to start off his birthday. Before he knew it, a cake was being rolled in and people were singing. To him. He had never celebrated his birthday before. At least, not like this. He simply plastered a fake smile on his face and swayed slightly to the extremely off key song. This confirmed his suspicions that everyone in this asylum was tone deaf. But the singing was cut short by faint, but audible yelling. Everyone knew what that meant. Some excitedly bounced from their chairs, while others groaned in disgust. Not at the fact that we get a new possible friend, but at the fact that they're struggling. They all-well, most of them-had struggled against the guards, desperate to be free. But they were only met with lots of muscle and more gushy therapy sessions. They all knew it was pointless to struggle.

They made their way to the entrance, Four grabbing a slice of cake as he went. But it wasn't for him. They laid their eyes on the new one. Then, bored, now that the hopeless struggle was over, went back to eat cake. But Four stayed behind. Because Four remembered how he struggled continuously to adjust. He remembered how he wished someone had been there to help him. All through his life, he was stuck with painful memories of abandonment and loss. So, he stayed behind. But he was still hidden in the shadows, watching every move this new kid made. It was fun, watching the girl's greyish-blue eyes dart back and forth between the guards and the open door behind them. And then, she made the stupid mistake of trying to run. By now, everyone had gone back to the cafeteria and Frank watched, observing her agility. She had actually somehow managed to make it out the door, but, before long, was being dragged back inside. Ha, she actually thought she could escape. Well, she was plopped down into a chair, seemingly defeated. The eighteen or so - Four estimated - year old scanned the room, the look of fire replaced by wide eyed curiosity. Her eyes met with Four's, one set of deep eyes to the other. Understanding he had been noticed, Four reluctantly stepped from the safety of his dark corner and into the light. The new kid slowly stood up and made her way over, glancing quickly at the guards. Seeing they were occupied, she extended her hand.

"Tris."

Four did not take his hand, nor did he introduce himself. Because he was an idiot. He had thought it would be fine to just come over and help the new kid adjust. Well, guess what, adjusting means talking! Nope. So, Four quickly shoved the plate of cake into the other kid's outstretched hand before taking off back to the cafeteria. And so, the new kid, Tris, began her new life at DMIY. Still not a good acronym.

Tris never got to eat her cake. She was quite upset about that. It looked good. And, she felt obligated to enjoy it since that kid had brought it for her.

But it had been confiscated by the security guards almost immediately. Tris glumly accepted this and waited for a while before she was led into a small, private room. A man in a lab coat asked for her phone and metal accessories. She gave him her phone and bracelet, but decided to keep on her necklace. Of course, the man discovered this as he was patting her down, so her Abnegation necklace that Caleb had given her ironically was taken. It was originally a joke, but after a few years, the irony turned dark. Probably because she was an antisocial weirdo. Or maybe because of her near death experience with alcohol poisoning. Either way, she was known as the Negation of the Abnegation, the freak that was entirely self involved, suffered addictions, and had absolutely no friends. The man in the coat looked at her expectantly and Tris realized she must've been asked a question.

"Hmmm?"

The man just rolled his eyes before asking her date of birth and full name again. The next question was a bit of a struggle for Tris,

"When was the last time you consumed any alcoholic beverages?" Tris stuttered. She couldn't remember. Sometime last night, probably, but she had woken up with a splitting headache in front of the hospital around 1:00 this morning.

"10 hours ago..."

It came out more as a question than a statement. But she was underage. And the man knew this, half-glaring, half-staring at the uncomfortable 18 year old in front of him. Tris felt the familiar rumbling of her stomach, signaling that she was about to throw up. She made it to the bathroom just in time. A nurse entered and spoke in what was supposed to be a soothing voice. She awkwardly stood off to the side as Tris continued to flip her organs inside out. At last, she was done and made her way back into the private room. But not before running into the kid from before. She had stared at ground, silently ordering it to steady beneath her. It didn't listen. Before she knew it, there was another pair of feet in her field of vision and then her body crashed forcefully into the other person. They both ended up on the ground, Tris yelping slightly as she lost sense of his surroundings. She mumbled an apology and glanced up, embarrassed, at the boy. But Four just shrugged and helped her back to her feet. Tris quickly thanked him and made her way back to the room. By then, the man in the white coat was already gone.

A/N If it sounds familiar…;)