So I've recently have been fan-girling over the Divergent series so here's a new story that I kinda just came up with. No factions, just characters. Expect lots of fluff and drama.
Tris's P.O.V
"Mom, please don't make us go." I tried pleading one last time as we finished packing up a moving van.
"Beatrice. There is no going back, your father has that huge promotion. Our family really needs the money." She gave me a apologetic look. I knew it was her home too. She grew up in this house just as I did. All our friends were here, our school, all our memories. Our whole life was here. And here it is just before us. In cardboard boxes.
But as I look upon all the boxes, I know she is lying to me. I know the true reason we are moving. It's because of me.
"Caleb. Lets go." My dad yelled into the house. I frowned. I did not want to start over at a new school. I guess I could look at is a positive, I get a opportunity to recreate myself. I guess some people would want this chance. A chance to chance who you were, fix mistakes, and avoid making those same ones. I made it a goal of mine to cut off my friends a long time ago, after the accident. So I wouldn't be leaving much behind, just familiarity. But I guess it would be a good thing.
I pulled out my ipod put it on shuffle and climbed into the back of my mother's van. I buckled myself in and pressed play. Ready to drown out the world.
Goodbye home, goodbye Arizona. Goodbye life.
Could I be any melodramatic? Probably. It was about maybe 15 minutes into our long drive to California that I lost myself and soon found myself falling asleep.
The drive seemed endless. It was killing me. I knew Caleb would blame me for us moving a state away from his friends. He knew the truth. It was almost 6 at night but the sun was still shining. The moving van that drove just in front of us pulled to a stop in front of a house, and soon our van pulled over just behind it.
We were here.
It was big, not as big as our old home but about the same size. It was two stories from the ground. With a stone exterior. A small tree in the front yard. I look closer the windows had a white rim and a dark brown shutters. There was a porch that wrapped around the front of the front of the house. There was another house a few feet away almost same exterior.
"You have a doctors appointment tomorrow after school Tris." My mom said to me after she placed her phone down. Funny I didn't even realize she was on the phone.
"Mom. Please. Can't I be home schooled?" I pleaded. I only had to finish off senior year and just my luck summer is ending and tomorrow is the day school starts back up again. Lucky me….
My mother and I walk into the house. I carry a small bag. My brother and father do most of the lifting and my mother and I begin to unpack, the movers had dropped off our furniture a few days ahead so mostly what we had was trinkets and knickknacks. I bed down and wince, pain shooting in my back. I straighten up and run my fingers through my hair. I squeeze my eyes shut, I feel a hole where my heart should be. I let my hands fall from my hair and they land just below my collar bone where I have a tattoo of three ravens in flight, it was just the shadow. I got it to remember them.
Flashback.
I was leaving a party at my friend Mackenzie's house. I had been drinking, and for being as small as I was no way could I follow my way home. My good friend Al, who hadn't been drinking was driving me and a few others home. He was always the sensible one. Al sat in the front seat. I was next to him in the back was Edward and his girlfriend Myra. She was in worse shape than I she was slurring her words and flopping around in the back seat. We blasted the radio and we were singing, laughing, I look to the left.
I see his smile. And a bright light.
I hear a bang. I hear a scream and the sound of glass breaking and metal crumbling. My body seems to be flipping through the air. Yet I am strapped into a seat.
I feel the heat of blood dripping from my head. Everything goes black.
I survived. I don't know how or why. But I got that tattoo to remember them, rather than letting them fade into the back of my memory. That night haunts my every dream, and every time I close my eyes I see his smile. I've had multiple surgeries since that day just to keep me away. I had internal damage to my kidneys and parts of it had to be removed. I still have pain. The doctor tells me tomorrow if I need a transplant or even better a replacement. I sigh and continue helping to unpack. I hear a knock at the front door.
"Tris? You ok to get that?" My mom askes. I nod.
I walk from the kitchen to the front door. A man about my age stands there with something in his hands. He was handsome, extremely buff. Dark hair and blue eyes. He wore a black tshirt and blue jeans. I open the door and smile.
"Hi." I say kind of confused. But I smile anyways.
"Hey." He smiles back. "I'm Tobias. I live right over there." He points to the house a few feet to the left. "Anyways, my mom asked me to drop this off for you and your family to welcome you to our neighborhood." He handed me a casserole dish it was weighed down with, I don't even know what.
"Thanks." I said. "I'm Beatrice. Tris for short. It's nice to meet you." What am I doing? I ask myself.
"Are you going to Trinity High tomorrow?" He askes.
"Yeah. Unfortunately." I say frowning.
"Well if you want, I can stop by before and drive you. And I can show you around." He offered.
I can't get close with anyone not after what happened, yet I feel so drawn to him. He seems so sweet. But then again I see Al's smile in my vision. I feel my heart in my throat.
"That's really nice of you. I'd appreciate that but I can just walk, helps calm the nerves." I laugh nervously trying to hide my lie. I haven't been in a car with anyone but my parents since the accident. And even then I had multiple panic attacks. I just can't do it.
"Well then I guess I will just see you tomorrow at school then." He smiles. I nod.
"I guess so." I say returning the smile. "Tell your mom we said thanks. It'll be nice to eat something more than Papa John's Pizza." I say joking patting my tummy.
"Will do, see ya around." He says and he goes to turn around and walks down the steps.
"See ya." And I walk back inside and set the casserole on the counter space that looks into our kitchen. I was overwhelmed with thoughts.
I sit down. My head in my hands. I pull out my phone And scroll through pictures. I frown when I come across one from that night.
I've never told anyone about what's been going on in my head, leaving them only to imagine how I could be doing. I've gotten better at hiding it. Faking a smile. It seems as time goes by the more I lie and say 'I'm fine' I start to believe it myself even.
It was nine o'clock by the time we gave up unpacking for the moment. I have a huge room. Two walls were done in a white brick and the opposing walls were painted black, it had wooden flooring with a window that looks out over towards Tobias's house. I put up hot pink curtains and I hung up most of my clothes in my walk in closet. My tv, computer and by new desk sit in a corner waiting to be unpacked. It was hot. I go to open my window. I look over and see Tobias in a room directly across from mine. I guess it was his bedroom. I let the cool air flow into my room. I am only wearing a tan tank top and a pair of grey shorts. My blonde hair is pulled back. He looks over and waves. I shake my head and wave back. I have a big day ahead of me. I turn my light off, set my alarm and climb into bed. I have a long day ahead of me.
I wake up to the beeping of my phone. I mindlessly get out of bed and go for the shower. After washing up I go back into my room and put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a loose white vneck shirt and a denim looking button up shirt over it I pull on my red converse and I dry my hair and just throw it into a bun. I didn't really care how I looked. No one to impress. I just put on a little eyeliner and mascara cause I had some time to kill, I grabbed a apple before I grabbed my old bookbag and went to walk out the door. I didn't even bother waiting for Caleb he was always late.
As I open the door I literally ran into someone.
"Good morning." He says. He holds a foam cup in his hand. Coffee I guess.
"What are you doing here?" I ask Tobias.
To be continued…