Staring at the needle, taking deep breaths as I am afraid of what I might have to face. So many thoughts rush through my head, making me nervous as I watch the bubbles in the clear yellow liquid. My heart rate increases in speed as I bring the needle closer and I gulp down the vomit threatening to erupt. The blood pulses in my veins and arteries. I lick my lips and plunge the needle into my neck without a second thought. I dump the emptied needle back on the trolley with the others and settle into the upgraded chair that is now a comfortable black leather one, similar to those in dental rooms. I feel the fear serum being transported throughout my body and my eyelids droop.
'Be Brave, Tris'. His voice rings in my mind and I take one last conscious breath before succumbing to the darkness, letting the darkest parts of my brain put me on trail.