Hey Muffins, it's me again, the girl who wrote A Single Rose, Erudite prodigy, A life worth living (part 1), and Dauntless Daycare. I had this amazing thought about writing something like this, and I just couldn't shake it off my mind. I bet you're all thinking, she's just gonna give up on this story like the others, which could be true. But I went through a very tough time. I'm Bulimic and I was going to therapy. But anyways, I DON'T OWN DIVERGENT, Enjoy the story :D
Tris POV
I don't remember what it's like to feel pain, or happiness, or love. But I do remember what it's like to feel lonely, I feel it every day. I still remember that night, the night I died.
Flash back
I pull my hoodie closer to me, as if I'm trying to become the hoodie. The cold air bites at my face, or any inch of skin it can find. My dress is ripped, my phone is gone, but at that party I felt alive. I still remember the strong taste of alcohol, the blaring sound of music, the party. I smile at the thought and continue walking.
I wonder if my family's worried. I did tell them that I was going to a charity fundraiser, but by now I'm sure they know it's not true. But oh well, I'll face them when I get home. I start to hear sirens, and then I'm approaching an ambulance, blocking my way to get home. I keep walking towards it until a police officer stops me. "Ma'am, you can't walk beyond here." He says, and I sigh. "That's the way back to my house." I say, pointing.
"I'm sorry, but you'll have to find another way home." He turns back to his friends, and I walk towards Liberty Street. To get home now, I'll have to walk through an alley that my parents tell me never to go in. But what's the worst that can happen, right?
My skin crawls, and I keep walking straight. I halt quickly as I see something black run in front of me. "Hello?" I call but to no avail. I start to walk again, until I'm grabbed from behind. I try to scream, but a hand is thrown over my mouth, and soon a blindfold is thrown over my eyes. I kick and thrash, until I feel my feet leave the ground.
I hear the sound of rushing water, and water crashing down on rocks. "Hello Tris." A cold voice says, and my eyes grow wide. "Peter?" I ask, but my voice is muffled in his hands. He takes his hand off my mouth, but doesn't release his death grip on me. "You should've said yes." He says, and I feel him slip his hands under my dress.
I scream, but this is the chasm, nobody can hear me, right? I break one hand loose, and punch him in the nose, he screams and I take this as my chance to run. I had hope that is until I felt a painful amount of force grab my hair. I scream, and I feel him punch me in the mouth and start dragging me again. "No, please Peter." I cry, and once again my feet are lifted off the ground and over the chasm. "PETER PLEASE!" I cry, and he just holds me there.
"Sorry, Tris. But I need you out of my way." He says, and I feel his grip let go of me. I scream, and I feel myself dropping, dropping, and then nothing.
Hello, my name was Tris Prior. I died on October eleventh at the age of fifteen. I used to be everything, the life of the school, the "it" girl, the girl everyone wanted to be friends with. But now, what am I now? I'm nothing. I'm a gust of wind in a hurricane. I'm a particle in the same air that we breathe.
They found my body washed down stream a day later. I sat at my funeral, watching as nearly the entire school came to say their goodbyes. I watched as the people wept, I watched as my parents wept in front of everyone, I watched as my best friends screamed and wept at my grave and had to be pulled away by my guy friends, I watched as my brother apologized for everything he said to me, I watched as everything was taken from me.
In high school I had everything. I had the looks, the friends, and the money. But now all I have is the empty silence of nobody. But being dead isn't all bad. I get to scare the shit out of people, I can do everything a human can do, except be seen or heard or loved.
Today is the one year anniversary since I died, and I shall be at school, sitting at my spot at the lunch table. Funny thing is that they still leave my spot at the lunch table. I walk into the building that I use to call school, and wait for everyone to come.
It's sad to know that none of my friends can see, or hear me. But I still enjoy feeling their presence. I hear the bell ring, and students start filing in. First in is Christina and Will, then its Lynn and Al, then Marlene and Uriah, then Zeke and Shauna, and finally Four. Four, the guy who was an asshole, but the guy I liked.
"Guys?" Marlene says, and the group looks at her. "Did anyone go to her grave?" She asks, her eyes low and plain. There's a bunch of yeahs from everyone, except Four. "Four? Did you?" Zeke asks, and Four shakes his head. "I don't want to be reminded." He says, his voice flat. The group stays silent for the rest of the time until the bell rings. Tori, my old teacher, walks in silent and starts writing on the board.
The day has past by uneventful, but I don't sit at the lunch table today. Instead, I'm going to scare the crap out of someone. The guy who ended my life. I find him walking in an empty hallway, smiling. It disgusts me to see him this happy. I look at the light, and close my eyes. Soon I start hearing the sound of flickering lights.
I open my eyes to see him slowing down, and that's when the lights shut off. I see him stop dead in his tracks and look around. My vision snaps towards a book on top of a locker, and I watch as it falls to the ground. He looks towards the book with big eyes. "Who's there?" He snarls, and I start writing on the wall.
I watch as he pales, and looks at what I wrote. It's me Asshole. I watch him sprint out of the hallway, cursing loudly. I don't follow him though. Instead the lights turn back on, and I keep walking down the deserted hallway.
I'm about to grab a doorknob, but I freeze when it starts turning. I see the door open, and there stands Four, with a frightened expression. "Tris?" He asks, locking eyes with mine.
What'd you think? Should I keep going?
