I stand there in shock. She can't be dead. I kneel down next to her and squeeze her hand. Maybe if I squeeze hard enough she will wake up... I turn around to see Caleb standing in the doorway. "Don't just stand there, go get help!" I scream. He runs out and I decide to go with him. My thoughts are still spinning as a run down the hall and into Christina. "We need to get help. Tris is hurt." We run down an endless hallway, never getting any closer to our destination. Suddenly I'm light headed. I realize that the death serum has escaped the room in which Tris lies and is spreading throughout the compound. Now, instead of running down an endless hallway, I am falling down a bottomless pit. I go limp, letting it engulf me.
I slowly start to wake up. It was only just a dream. I wish it wasn't. I thought. If it wasn't, I would be free of all the pain and grief that fills my heart. Instead, I am forced to live another day. Forced to drown in my own sorrow. Will I ever be able to move on? Since Tris' death, I have had the same dream night after night. Every time I hope that it is real, even though deep down I know it never will. I lay on my bed for what seems like hours until I realize that I am starving. I hate leaving my bed. I want to lie in it forever because this is the last piece of Tris I have, the bed that she slept on once. I finally get up and put on a black shirt, black jeans, and black boots and head to the cafeteria. People are allowed to wear any faction color, because there are no factions, but I still where black because deep down I am still dauntless.
I finally arrive at the cafeteria and I immediately spot Christina and Peter sitting at the same table that we've sat at since before the war. I walk over and sit down next to Christina. Ever since Peter took the memory serum he is always upbeat and happy. I wish that I could feel like that. It seems like Christina feels the same way because she is looking at Peter with sorrowful eyes. I grab a muffin as Zeke and Shauna sit down next to me. Zeke tries to lighten the mood by cracking some jokes, but it doesn't work. "I'm not in the mood for jokes right now, Zeke." I say.
"You're never in the mood for a good joke." He says in a whiny voice. How can he be cracking jokes when two of our friends are dead?
"I wonder why." I say, more aggressive than I intended.
"It was two months ago dude, you have to move on." Move on? How can I move on when the love of my life is dead. I still remember how bloody she was. They could barely identify her she was so beat up. David. David did that to her. He is the reason she is not sitting beside me, laughing at all of Zeke's jokes. One day I he will pay.
"Do not dude me!" I'm screaming at the top of my lungs. "I guess you didn't know her the way I did. I guess you don't care about her or Uriah." I cover my mouth with my hand when I realize what I just said. Everyone at the table is staring at me with wide eyes. I stand up and slowly start to back away. "Zeke, I'm-"
"You really just said that?" Zeke says through gritted teeth. It looks as if he is about to lunge at me, and it seems I was right because he jumps up from his seat and lunges at me. I don't want to hurt him, but I don't want to get hurt. He lands on me and pushes us both to the ground. I try to push him off of me, but he punches me square in the jaw. Bolts of pain travel down my body as I continue to try and push him off of me. I close my eyes and kick him right in the gut. That gets him off of me. As he goes to lunge at me again, Cara runs over and holds him back.
"Tobias are you-" Christina starts, but I cut her off.
"Never call me Tobias again." I say. I turn and stalk out of the cafeteria. I walk down the hallway and to the training room. I need to punch something. I need to take my anger out on something that is not Zeke.