A/N: Thanks for reading! This is sort of a remake of my old story which I am now un-satisfied with, so this will n hopefully be better. If you don't really like this one, but like the story idea, check out my old one, "A New Life." And sorry for any spelling errors, my spell check has been acting funny lately. Anyways... Here's the story!
"Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real."
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
I replay these words in my head one-hundred times over. One-thousand times. For these are the words in which Tobias Eaton, the very thing that keeps me somewhat sane, had told me.
"Sometimes, we have to be brave. We all have something to fight for. If we didn't, we wouldn't be alive. Tris, you're my something to fight for. Fight Tris. Fight for something. Anything. Fight for your parents. Fight for Christina. Fight for Will. Fight for Mar. Fight for me. Remember those scars?"
I laugh in my sob.
Do I remember those scars? Ha. I remember them so well that they haunt me every night. Every day. He is the only reason I am alive. Those scars have nearly driven me to hurl my body into the chasm. Almost.
I sound like some sort of crazy person. Oh wait.
"Those scars are the only reason we know that was it is all real. They remind us that our sacrifices weren't for nothing. They make us who we are."
I smile at him through my tears and pull his lips to mine.
"Without you, I would be long gone." I whisper in his ear, as though it's a secret. Psh. Tris? Secrets?
When I wake up, I am in Tobias's arms. He is reading. It is a very old book, entitled, "The Fault in Our Stars." He smiles at me.
"Morning Six." He says, kissing me on the forehead.
I smile back.
It has been two years since the war. The Splitting, it was called, and Four and I were in the dead center of it. After a lot of fighting, and lying, and killing, and betrayals, and guns, and serums, and codes, and a whole lot of Tris and Four running, the war was "resolved." The factions have began to put the pieces back together. The divergent are "safe" and the traitors are "gone."
"Ready to scare some initiates?" He asks, a mischievous smile on his face.
I laugh. "I hope so."
We don't have to be at the net until 2:30, and it's only about 11:00, but Four and I get ready anyway. I take a shower while Tobias goes to get Coffee and doughnuts. When I get out, I pull on some tight black skinny jeans, and a tank-top style shirt, which has a thin tight band at the bottom, but is covered because of the way the shirt is loose with pieces of the delicate fabric hanging down. It is tight along the neckline, and very low cut, exposing my raven tattoos.
When Four gets back, I apply liquid eyeliner with cat tails, and mascara while he showers and gets dressed. I look like a true Dauntless, with my piercings, (3 in one ear and 2 in the other,) my tattoos, (I now have a new one on the inside of my wrist that simply says, "4+6") and the black ombrè dye on the ends of my hair.
"Ready?" I ask with a smile.
Tobias grabs my hand. "I was born ready, my dear."