I looked over the poll results and many of you wanted Happily Ever After rewritten... Here's Chapter One :)

"Maxon!" I scream at him. "How could you say that?"

Maxon's face was red with anger. It was scary how similar he looked like his father in that moment. He points a finger towards outside. "Go, America," He says calmly.

I glare at him. "No!"

He narrows his eyes. "America, I'm telling you to leave right now or I'll-"

I laugh darkly. "Or you'll what, Maxon? Everyone knows I'm the favorite. You'd never hurt me!"

Maxon walks right up to me and stares me in the eyes. "That's too bad, because I'm about to hurt you right now..."

Someone runs in- Kriss?! And tackles Maxon to the ground. I hear him grunt with pain.

"Maxon!" I scream. "Maxon, oh gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, oh please be okay, please..." I sob, dropping to my knees. Maxon's limp body lay in front of me, Kriss smirking in the corner.

"You're wrong, America," She giggles. "I'm the favorite. You're just some filthy Five!"

A flash of light knocks me out, Kriss's laughs echoing in my ears...

"America, wake up!" Someone was shaking me. "America, it's just a dream, wake up!"

I gasp, opening my eyes. Maxon was shaking me, his eyes wide. He relaxes once I sit up, rubbing my eyes.

"America..."

I yawn. "I just had the worst dream ever, Maxon, give me a moment please." I say.

He stares at me. "What happened?"

"Maxon, please-"

"America, what happened in your dream?" He asks seriously, cutting me off. "You scared me half to death. It sounded like you were dying- Or watching someone die?"

I glare at him. "Maxon, shush!" Thoughts of my nightmare flash through my brain: Maxon dying, Kriss killing me...

Maxon shakes me again. "America, you're scaring me!"

I roll off the bed onto the floor, pondering over the dream. What did it mean?

Maxon was by my side again, tugging me up. I reluctantly allow him to pull me up. Once I was standing, I say, "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

He frowns. "America-"

"I just had the worst nightmare in a long time and as soon as I wake up you pry me with questions!" I accuse him.

He ignores this and remarks, "So it's a nightmare now?"

I walk away from him, angry and confused all at once.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"Away from you," I reply. "Somewhere where I can find peace and wake up fully."

Maxon grabs my arm. "Stay," He pleads. "America, please. I don't understand why you're angry-"

"Exactly my reason for leaving," I snap.

"-but if you'd just sit down and talk to me, maybe I would," Maxon continues. "Please,"

I rip my arm from his. "Leave me alone!" I cry, walking towards the door.

He grasps my arm again. I slap it away. "Leave me alone, Maxon!" I snap.

Maxon sighs loudly.

"What?" I demand. "What's bugging you now, Your Majesty?" I say sarcasticly.

He gives me a sharp look. "Why are you calling me that, you're my wife."

"I wish I wasn't at the moment." I blurt. The look on Maxon's face rips my heart from my chest.

I cover my mouth, shocked at myself. "Maxon-"

"Get out. GET OUT!" He screams, pushing me out the door. The door shuts on me; I lean against it, listening to his heavy breathing.

"Maxon?" I call quietly.

"America."

"My nightmare- You were being killed. Because you told Kriss you loved me." I tell him.

The door opens. Maxon picks me up and kisses me. "I'm sorry," He whispers, his breath tickiling my neck.

"Me, too," I reply.

He kisses me hard as the door shuts behind us.

Chapter One rewritten! What do you readers think? I like this one better than the last... Oh, well now I have to start Chapter Two! Sorry it was short; Things will start getting interesting soon. Chapter Two will be done soon!