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Thoughts and words keep swirling in my head. Five words to be exact. Me. Him. Us. Lost Forever. These past few months have been heartbreaking, torture. Just when you think you have it all figure out and everything is tied down, the lies and truth surface again. I've got nothing to lose. Truth. I've got nothing to hide. Lies. I think I'm in love with you. Lies.
I walk right in to Christina's apartment without even knocking. I trying to ignore Will's blushing cheeks and Christina's mess-up lipstick. I open up the upper cabinet and start searching for the white wine. "No not again Tris," Chris whines while slowly making her way towards me.
I ignore her and franticly search for the wine. Christina is now beside me. "Tris…please not this time," Chris says while trying to pull my arm out of the cupboard. I whip out the nearest drink my hand can find: Jack Daniels.
It also just so happens Tobias's preferred partner-in-crime of Mission Let's-Get-Wasted-And-Fall-In-Love. I pop off the top and bring the burning liquid to my lips. I must look like an alcoholic right now. This is not me. After a big gulp I turn my head towards Chris. "Want some?"
Christina cries out in frustration and starts cussing at me. She about to throw a punch when Will steps beside her. He picks her up and put her outside the apartment. He quickly closes to door on her as she starts clawing at him. When the door is closed Will sighs in relief.
He grabs Jack from my hands and puts it away. "You know, you're making your close friends very worried about your carelessness. I suggest you apologize to Chris and go home. Go read a book or watch a movie."
As if I am hypnotized, I do as he says. Next thing I know I'm in bed with the radio on low.
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As I slowly open my eyes this next morning I am hit with a sense of nausea and some awful headaches sink in. Sadly, this has become a common thing of mine. It seems like nothing makes me happy anymore. All hope seems lost. I tediously drag my weightless body into the shower and let the burning water fog up my head and gradually make the headache go away. After about ten minutes I exit the shower and head over to my sink. My long blond hair has grown very long to about mid torso.
I brush out my thin hair and tie it up. As I am quickly throwing on some ripped jeans, combat boots and a crop top I hear a double knock on my door. Christina.
I rush over and open the door for her. Chris looks at me and say, "You look descent today." I roll my eyes at her. "Yes," I reply, "I am actually trying for the first time to magically put on the clothes I first see." Chris give me a smirk. "You better change that attitude because we are auditioning today." I look at her in disbelief. "What do you mean when you said 'we'? How do you know I'm even coming with you? Where are we even going?" "Wow. Someone woke up with the wrong headache." "Sorry Chris," I apologize even through I'm not sorry.
"We are auditioning for this Dauntless singing contest…" I interrupt her. "No Chris. I'm not doing that. No way Chris." "But your voice is amazing and the winner get extra points to spend and a bigger apartment." "You're not bribing Chris. Not this time." "But Four is one of the judges and for the audition you can do any song. But the rest of the competition songs have to been written by you, like songwriting. Maybe you can get him back and trash talk/sing him."
I ponder this thought for a while. "Ok Chris. But just so I can sing him off." "Great," Chris yells in glee, "See you at the Club Room at 12 am." Then she runs off. I look at the clock. 11:30 am. Oh great. I have to get to the other side of the compound and think of a song in 30 minutes. I decide to choose my song on the way there.
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As I arrive at the Club Room I am over taken by the smell of alcohol. Don't drink it, I tell myself and quickly run off to find Christina. I am stopped by the loud mic. "Everyone participating has to go on stage now." I find the stage and go up. I then see Chris in the crowd waving at me. Chris set me up. After a few songs it ends up being my turn next. I stand on stage awkwardly and look up at the judges. Three judges are Four, Max, and Eric. Well today is totally going in my favor today *sarcastic tone used*.
"Um… My name is Tris Prior and I am going to be singing a song that best explains my feelings right now." I whisper the song in the DJ's ear and he start to play the beat.
I guess I just lost my husband
I don't know where he went
So I'm gonna drink my money
I'm not gonna pay his rent
(Nope!)
I got a brand new attitude
And I'm gonna wear it tonight
I'm gonna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na
I wanna start a fight
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na
I wanna start a fight!
So, so what?
I'm still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don't need you
And guess what
I'm having more fun
And now that we're done
I'm gonna show you tonight
I'm alright
I'm just fine
And you're a tool
So, so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don't want you tonight
Uh, check my flow, uh
The waiter just took my table
And gave it to Jessica Simp,
I guess I'll go sit with drum boy
At least he'll know how to hit
What if this song's on the radio
Then somebody's gonna die
I'm gonna get in trouble
My ex will start a fight
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na
He's gonna start a fight
Na-na-na-na, na-na, na
We're all gonna get in a fight!
So, so what?
I'm still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don't need you
And guess what
I'm having more fun
And now that we're done
I'm gonna show you tonight
I'm alright
I'm just fine
And you're a tool
So, so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don't want you tonight
You weren't there
You never were
You want it all
But that's not fair
I gave you life
I gave my all
You weren't there
You let me fall
So, so what?
I'm still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don't need you
And guess what
I'm having more fun
And now that we're done
I'm gonna show you tonight
I'm alright
I'm just fine
And you're a tool
So, so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don't want you tonight
No no, no no
I don't want you tonight
You weren't there
I'm gonna show you tonight
I'm alright
I'm just fine
And you're a tool
So, so what?
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don't want you tonight
Ba-da-da-da, da-da
I end and look up. Everyone is looking at me the applause starts. I slowly bow and then look up. My eyes meet Four's. He looks kind of sad for a moment but then his expression is replaced with anger. I give a small giggle.
"Thank you for your time judges."
As I walk off the stage, I reach the bottom step. I look Four strait in the eye and give him the middle finger. He looks furious. I laugh my way down to Christina.
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The next day I receive a letter. I am part of the contest by 2 out of 3 votes. To me this makes perfect sense.
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