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Hi There! I'm Kayla and this is Morgan. *points to person clinging to shoulder* She and I are going to be co-authors while writing this Fic/Story. We appreciate feedback and all personal opinions! Just PM us, and remember that I can be a b**** too. Disclaimer: We don't own anything and yes the plot of this story is based off of the 2006 movie, "Fingerprints" All ideas go to their rightful owners.

Hi this is Morgan now. I just wanted to let y'all know that we are still new at this, especially when working together hehehe. Anyway we appreciate any feedback, helpful criticism, or reviews. We just ask that you remember to be respectful of our work, just as you would for anybody else's. Thanks! Enjoy!

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Tris' POV:

"Tris, it's time to wake up. Mom's losing her marbles because she thinks you're going to forget something," Caleb says. Caleb's my almost twin brother. He's older, but we're in the same grade. Not that he failed or anything, it's just the way that his birthday and mine fell. "Ugh. What does she think I'm going to forget, my head?" I ask myself. I get out of bed slowly and jump when my feet hit the floor. Why isn't the floor cold? Oh yeah, I'm not in the mountains anymore. I pull on my slippers, and proceed with my morning routine. Walking downstairs, I hear my mom panicking. "What if she doesn't make any new friends? What if she feels homesick? She's not been out of the hospital long, what if she relapses?" Mom asks. "Thanks for having confidence in me, Mother. I had no idea that you thought of me to be so absent minded, and so helpless. I'll be fine," I say. I march back upstairs and begin to get dressed. What Mom doesn't realize, is that I won't miss home. After my dad died, she pretty much left Caleb and me. She was here, sometimes, but most of the time, she was out drinking with one of her many boyfriends. The only reason she's ever home anymore is because I was committed six months ago for anorexia, drugs, and self-mutilation. The only reason she knew was because Caleb told her that I needed help. I love my brother, but I don't want my mother's help. She's nothing to me anymore. I put on a grey long sleeved t-shirt. Then I put on my "The North Face" black sweatshirt. To add a little color, I wear my teal colored jeans, with my tan UGGs. I put my hair in a simple side braid, and put on a little base to cover up where my face is trying to break out. I'm ready. Today, I'm transferring to a new school, where my brother had been going. Since I'd been in rehab, I'm starting on the first day of the second semester. This will be my first time ever, going to a boarding school. I walk downstairs with my three suitcases, in which most of them are my clothes. Caleb walks downstairs carrying a big box that has the new bedroom set I got last week. We put my stuff in the car, and come back inside briefly to say goodbye to Mom.

She gives Caleb a hug and attempts to whisper in his ear, "Keep an eye on her. Any funny business, and I'm only a phone call away." "I heard that. Bye, Mom," I say, and I got outside and get in the car. Maybe it's better this way. She's obviously got some kind of resentment towards me, so maybe it's better that I spend the rest of my teenage years in boarding school. Caleb joins me in the car momentarily and says, "I think you'll like our friends. They'll be good for you," He says. I sigh. "She doesn't love me anymore, does she?" I ask. "I don't know, Tris. She seemed awfully worried about you this morning," He says. "She's only doing that because she wants Bud to see that she's got some type of motherly authority," I say. Bud is Mom's boyfriend of the month. Since they've started dating, she's been trying to act like mother of the year. "You might be right, but you don't have to deal with her anymore. Tris, just don't get involved with that stuff again. It's not worth it," He says. It really isn't. I lost my boyfriend of three years to drugs. He's the one that got me hooked. I loved him anyway. He wasn't rude, and he wasn't a bad guy. He was having a hard time, just like I was. "I know," I say. I turn on the radio to block the silence. It was going to be weird being back, like a normal person. I'd spent six months in the mountains. Climbing, relating to people, and focusing on living a better life, now I was back where the nightmare began. Soon, we drive up to school. Here I have to get my dorm key, and my schedule. I get out of the car and take a look around me. There are highschoolers everywhere. They're talking to each other, smoking, and just enjoying themselves. It'll never be like that for me again. Caleb accompanies me as I walk into the office. It's white, and large. I walk up to the front desk. "Hi, I'm Beatrice Prior, I was enrolled last week?" I say. "Hi, Beatrice, here's your room key and everything you'll need to know," the lady sitting at the desk says, as she hands me a booklet, and my room key. Caleb and I get back in the car, and drive to my new room. "Room 345, which is right across from mine. You're roommate is going to be Christina. I have to warn you, she's a bit talkative," Caleb says. "Hmm, right across from you. I wonder why?" I ask, rolling my eyes. We get to my room, and I open the door. There's a dark headed girl sitting on the couch, watching TV, and eating popcorn, accompanied by a really good looking guy, and a very..slutty looking girl.. "Oh, hi, you must be Tris! Oh my god, just wait. We are going to be best friends. Four, oh my god, is she not the prettiest thing? Marlene, just look at her!" The dark haired girl says. "Hi, you must be Christina, it's nice to meet you," I say with a smile. It's not a real smile, but she seems nice, and I think its time that I seem nice. "Four, introduce yourself and stop being weird," She says. "Four as in, Four Eaton? It's been forever since the last time I saw you!" I say. He stands up and smiles. "I know, look at you! You've gotten so much more beautiful," He says, and wraps me in a hug. "Is there something I'm missing?" Christina asks. "Four was Caleb's best friend from like 2nd grade. We all used to hang out as kids. It's been about 4 years since I've seen him," I say. "I knew that you had come back to town before I left, but I wasn't in the best of conditions," I say. He pulls me back into another hug. He's one of the missing pieces from my childhood. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Marlene roll her eyes.

After Christina demanded that I finish watching the movie, we went downstairs, grabbed my stuff, and began decorating the room. When we finish, It looks perfect. Every piece of furniture in the room is covered in black, white, or zebra. Caleb walks in and takes a seat on the couch. "Hey, Caleb, where's my laptop?" I ask. "Oh, that? Mom had me hold on to it. She doesn't think you're stable enough," he says. "I hate her. I didn't mean it when she was actually my mother, but now I'm serious," I say. "Stable?" Marlene asks. "What, are you, mental?" She asks, laughing. I stand there and look at her. What a bitch. Four begins to stand up as I walk out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I start wandering around campus, not really caring where I'm going. I end up in the cemetery that my dad and Jason are buried in. I hadn't any idea that it was so close to campus. I sat in front of Dad's. "Am I really mental?" I ask. "I know I did a lot of crazy stuff, but I didn't mean the things that I said and did. I don't think anyone realizes what it's like to actually reach your breaking point. Mom turned on me, and all I was looking for, was some comfort. Jason wasn't a bad guy, Dad. He was like me. Someone who'd lost his way, and had been buried in his pain. I know what that feels like," I say, tears streaming down my face. "Don't hate me," I say, as I get up, and walk a few rows down, to Jason. I sit down by his headstone and cry. "I miss you. So much. I know you're in a better place, and maybe I am too, but I still miss you. I'm not going to ask you why you did it, because I did it too. Only difference is, I survived. You should've. I'd trade places with you if I could. Your picture still sits on my nightstand at home. Lena's almost 12 now. She misses you too. She calls sometimes. She says that your parents are doing better. She's doing well," I say. Lena was Jason's sister. "I've got to go, Jason. They'll start worrying about me if I don't," I say. I return to the dorm around 3 o'clock. Did I really stay out that long? When I open the door, I see a pacing Caleb, a concerned Four, who I've met on certain occasions when he came over to the house, and a Christina who was biting on her nails. I slam the door behind me, throw my coat on my bed, and throw myself on my bed, facedown, as well.

"Tris, Marlene didn't know," Christina says. "And you do?" I ask. I turn around. "Just how many people have you told?" I ask Caleb. "Christina and Four, that's it, I swear," He says. I turn back around to face Christina. "Okay, yeah, I've been in rehab for the past six months. I got out a month ago. Just because you know that I went, doesn't mean that you know me. You know something about me, but you don't know me. I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell the entire school that I've been to rehab," I say. She looks at me with a smile. "You mean you're trusting me?" She asks. "I've got no other choice, thanks to Caleb and his big mouth," I say. She hugs me. I don't reciprocate it, but a smile forms on my face. She pulls away. "You can count on me to keep it unknown," Christina says. "Thanks, Christina," I say with a smile. "Well, we've all got a party to get to, so Tris, we're going to play Barbie for a while," Christina says. I groan. I've always hated when other girls try to make me look like a girl. Sure, I'll wear colored jeans and the latest UGGs, but dresses are where I draw the line. "No dresses, I beg of you," I say. "You have to wear a dress!" She exclaims. "I can't wear a dress, Christina. The scars on my arms and legs are too visible for me to wear a dress. Plus if it's got an open back, it'll reveal a lot of scars there," I say. Four looks at me with a sad look. "Fine. You can wear jeans, but I demand that you let me pick the top and the shoes for you," She says. "Whatever," I say. I pick out a pair of faded ripped up jeans, and Christina picks out a crop top that's long in the back, short in the front, and covers up my scars. It's lavender. The shoes she picks are black high tops, which fit my personality perfectly. The only thing that I hate about the outfit is the fact that it shows my belly button ring, which I got after the last party I'd gone to before rehab. It was just a silver belly button ring, but I see it as a piece of the old me, who was someone that I never want to be again. I walk out of the bathroom, my hair still in the braid that it was in earlier. "Oh honey, I have to fix that hair and makeup. You cannot go to a party like that," She says. Greaat. She takes my hair out of the braid, which left it wavy and actually pretty. She leaves it in waves that reach the center of by back. She takes mascara and eyeliner and pretty much attacks me with it. I can't say that she doesn't do a good job, though. She turns me to face her. "Now, you look perfect," Christina says. I roll my eyes. I'd never look perfect. I look down at my wrists. The scars run up my forearm on my left, and my right is clean. I sigh. I walk out of the bathroom, and on my way to the kitchen, I bump into Four. "You look great, Tris. Be careful tonight," He says and moves out of my way. I nod and walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Four POV:

While Tris gets ready, I sit at the counter in the kitchen. I can't believe that she turned out to be so beautiful. She still braids her hair like she did when we were kids. She's different now. I guess pain does that to a person. I sigh. I remember when I got to school last semester. I'd just moved back from Colorado, and I was really excited to see her. I remember calling, and Caleb picking up.

Flashback:

"Hello?" Caleb answered. "Caleb?" I asked. "Yeah. Tris isn't in the best of conditions right now," He said. "What happened?" I asked. "She's been out of control lately. She um, overdosed last night, along with Jason. Some drug she's been doing, apparently. She's in the hospital right now, but Jason didn't make it. Mom's sending her to rehab when she gets out of the hospital. The doctor says that she's not been eating enough either, and apparently, she's been cutting," He said. "Oh. Let her know I'm back. Better yet, I'll come by before she's discharged. I'll be there tonight," I told him.

That was one of the hardest things that I've ever had to bear. Knowing that she was in the amount of pain that she was, and I wasn't there for her. I remember visiting her that night. She was in a lot of pain. We talked, I told her who I was and she cried. And then she blacked out, giving me the unwanted opportunity to see what she'd done to her wrist. Then, I cried. When I hear Tris come out of the bathroom, I leave the kitchen to see her. As I turn the corner, she bumps into me. She looks stunning. "You look great, Tris. Be careful tonight," I say and move out of her way. I see her nod, and I know she's scared. I'm scared too. I don't want her to ever go through what she had to go through again. I'm not going to let her.

Tris POV:

When Christina finishes dressing, we leave for the party. Upon our arrival, I notice that this is exactly the kind of party that could bring me back to what I was before. When we get inside, Kylie (The Host) welcomes us and turns us loose. We decide to go outside by the pool. "Hey, Caleb!" Kylie says. "Hey, Kylie" He replies. This girl is looking rather sluttish in her bikini and tight white shorts. "Can I get you guys anything to drink?" "Sure, 3 beers and 1 water," Caleb says. Christina, Four, and Kylie look at me. I look at my feet for a moment, and look up. I have to get used to this kind of thing for the next 30 years of my life. I sit down on a bench by the pool while all of my other friends socialize with the people they go to school with. A girl runs up and stands in front of me. "Hey, you're Caleb's sister, aren't you?" She asks. I nod. "Is it true that you were in rehab?" She asks. "Who told you that?" I ask. "So it is true! Freak," She says and runs off. I spot Caleb on the other side of the pool, and I confront him about what had just happened. "So, you only told Christina and Four? One of them are blabbing about it then, because I just had a girl ask me if it was true. I asked her where she heard it, and she took it as a confirmation. This is the last time I'm going to ask you. Who did you tell?" I ask. Anger flashes across his face. "Tris, I swear I only told Four and Christina. I don't think they would leak something like that. Maybe someone heard us talking, but I don't know," he says. "Where's the restroom?" I ask. "Last door down the hall, which is going to be on your right," He replies. I walk to the bathroom quickly. When I get there, I knock on the door and hear someone vomit in response. A guy comes up behind me. "Sup, girl? Want some?" He asks, holding out a joint. I turn my head. "No, please leave me alone," I say weakly. I know its not going to do anything. Thankfully, the door opens and the girl comes out. I walk in and lock the door behind me. I hear the guy bang on the door and yell, "TEASE." I look at myself in the mirror. This is going to be harder than I thought. I tell myself that I'm going to be strong, and I'm going to be okay, and I walk out of the bathroom. The guy takes me by surprise and he pins me up against the wall, blowing smoke in my face. I struggle beneath his grip and scream, but the music is too loud. He continues to blow smoke in my face while I struggle. "Rehab, huh?" He asks. "Let. Me. Go," I say. I feel him being pulled off of me and I look up to see a very angry Four. "Get the hell out of here, and if I ever see you near her again, Peter, I will hurt you," He says, throwing him against the opposite wall of the hall. Four turns to look at me. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He asks. "No, but he knows about rehab, just like everyone else. That's all he was doing. He's stoned," I say. "I swear I didn't say anything to anyone, Tris," He says. "I know," I say. He pulls me into a hug and holds me for a minute. "Don't give in, okay?" He asks. I nod and start to cry. "Not here, you don't," He says, lifting me up bridal style and carrying me out to the truck. He pulls the tailgate down, and we sit, staring up at the stars. "I don't know if you remember, Tris, but when the initial accident happened, I came to visit you the night you were admitted to the hospital. When I saw you, you looked like hell. You looked like you hadn't slept in days, though you were sleeping constantly. You were having withdrawals 45 minutes after you stopped substance usage. You shook a lot. You couldn't say much, and you cried until you blacked out. Even asleep, you looked like you were in pain. You still violently shook. The sight of your wrist brought me to tears. That's why I say don't give in. You don't deserve to go through that again. You didn't deserve it the first time," He says. Tears are streaming down my face, and I think back to the mountains. "I didn't remember that. I don't want people to think that I was just some teenager gone wrong. I wasn't. I'm not. My mom gave up on me. After my dad died, she spent all of her time, pitying herself, and going out with strange men. She told me that I was gaining too much weight. She told me that my dad was never proud of me. My dad had kidney failure, and I was a match. I couldn't give him my kidney because I was thirteen, and I apparently needed it. She always told me that it was my fault. Even wasted, those words hurt like hell. Then, I met Jason. Just like I tell my dad all the time, Jason really wasn't a bad guy. He didn't do anything to intentionally hurt me. He was lost, just like me. I didn't know what to do, and I turned to drugs for the answer. It helped me to forget. Just for the night, but it helped. The urge got worse. That's why I had withdrawals every 45 minutes. It made the mountains hell. We were walking in the park, and we'd both just used heroin. Bad, I know, but I did. I remember that he apparently overdosed, and I called 911. I didn't take as much as him, so it happened to me, just as the ambulance arrived. That's what the scars are on my back. I was having a seizure. I apparently died for 5 minutes, 3 minutes after Jason died. They tried to revive me 3 times, and failed. They put the paddles down, and apparently my heart started beating again. Sometimes I wonder if it should have been me that died and stayed dead. He had a twelve-year-old sister. She needed him. No one here really needed me like Lena needed Jason," I say. I look up to see Four looking at me, with an emotion that I couldn't read in his eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to give my life's story. It just kind of happened to come to mind. I figured you should have answers as to why I was the way I was," I say. "You don't have to be sorry. Tris, I am here, no matter what," he says and puts is arm around my shoulder. I lean in and look up at him. "Thank you," I say, and smile.

"Guys, we were wondering where you were! What happened to you guys?" Christina asks. "Peter and Tris had a little confrontation, and she needed to get away from the crowd," Four says. "Oh. Well its like 1:30 AM. We need to get home," She says, Caleb standing behind her. We all pile into the truck, and head back to the dorms. Apparently, Four rooms with Caleb. Caleb claims that Mom made him get a room across from mine, but I think he did it for himself. Christina heads into our room, ad Caleb goes into his, leaving Four and I in the hallway. "Again, thanks for tonight," I say. "Anytime, Tris. Like I said earlier, I am always going to be here," He says, pulling me into a brief embrace before we part for the night. Before letting me go, he kisses me on my forehead, which I try not to pay too much mind to. He lets go of me and says, "See you tomorrow, Tris." And then he's gone. I too, go into my room and when I enter, I'm bombarded with questions. "Trissy, who'd you meet tonight?" She asks. "Surely you've met someone by now. This was the biggest party yet!" She exclaims, noticing me shake my head. "Chris, the only guy I met, was Peter, and he wasn't the best company," I say. Shock crosses her face. "Tris, stay away from Peter. He's really bad news," She says. I nod. "I know, didn't you hear me? I said he wasn't the best company. He was wasted when we talked, and ugh," I say, flopping onto my bed. "Well, I met a really cute guy, and his name's Will. He's really sweet. I gave him my number, but I don't know exactly how sober he was," She laughs. I laugh along with her. "Speaking of romance, what's up with you and Four?" She asks. Oh great. "Nothing, I mean he's been..not weird, but not exactly normal since we've started talking again. I think he pities me, now that I've been to rehab. I don't want him to feel that way about me, though. I want him to like me for who I am, not for what I've been through," I say. Christina frowns slightly. "Tris, I don't want to burst your bubble or anything, but Four's not exactly the Four you remember. He's a bit of a player. That's why Marlene hangs around. He was dating her up until a few days ago, and she's been hanging around since. I don't think he wants people to know that he's not with anyone right now. It'd hurt his image. He's just keeping Marlene around until he finds someone else," She says. He's not the guy he used to be. My heart breaks for my long lost best friend.

I wake up the next morning, in a fairly good mood. Maybe it's time that I move on and start the life that I want to live. Guy or no guy, I'm promising myself here and now that I'm going to be okay. A knock at the door pulls me out of my mental life coaching session. I open the door to find Caleb there. He doesn't look very happy. Uhoh.

So, If you've noticed, I kind of slowed down the plot. I didn't want to give you a story that would be over in 4 chapters. I don't know If it's just me, but I like a long story. :) It's Kayla, btw. Morgan may or may not be working on this story. She may just start another story on this account, due to the excessive homework we've both been given, and how little planning time we actually have! I want to give a special thank you to the new story followers and reviewers.

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