Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent, Veronica Roth owns everything.
I heard the gunshots before I had even saw the gun. My stomach flipped as I crouched low to the ground, glancing in every direction for the source. My shaky limbs accompanied with my ragged breath stood out like a beacon for the footsteps that were rapidly approaching. I forced my back into a corner and whip out my gun. A sudden light illuminates the cramped corner and I point my gun at the intruder.
"Mom?" My mother stood above me, and aimed the gun towards my head, "What are you doing?" Thousands of thoughts raced through my head all at once, all trying to figure out what's going on.
"Tris, you let me die." She began to cry and I tried to stand up, but the sight of her fingers hovering over the trigger made my movements hault. Instead I attempted to bargain.
"I'm sorry Mom, I-I didn't know what to do-" My voice is cut of by the stream of tears and my gun lays forgotten in my lap.
"You could have saved us," she screamed, and I covered my ears to get away from the words. She's right, I left them to die. Dad, Mom, and Will, everyone I couldn't protect.
Mom raised her gun and fired, hitting me in the temple when I tried to turn my head. The pain blossomed throughout my skull and I clawed at the floor around me. Noises echoed all around me and I heard myself wailing.
Hands grasped my wrists and pinned my arms down. My feet fought hard against the attacker and my eyes flew open again. There was a face above me and the hands around my wrist released.
Immediately my hands were touching my head and checking the damage. They found no blood, but instead dry tracks of tears. I looked around wildly for my mother, but she was missing. In her place stood Tobias, looking frightened and distressed.
Reality crashed down on me and I raced into his arms. He sat shocked before wrapping his arms around me. It felt as if a dam had broken and I let my feelings flood out as I sobbed into his chest. Tobias hummed as he held me close and rubbed circles into my back.
After a while I figured he had gotten fed up with babying me, and I reluctantly pulled myself back. I have to act more mature now, I can't be so vulnerable like that.
"I'm sorry, I just had a nightmare about… about my mom." The last part came out as a whisper as I wiped away the leftover tears.
"We'll get through it together, you don't have to be alone in this," Tobias said with pure determination, and a smile crept onto my face.
"Together," I affirmed and fell back into his arms, where I stayed for the rest of the night, a steady heartbeat lulling me into a long awaited, peaceful sleep.