Hello everyone! So here's another Divergent fanfiction. Although I adore Fourtris, I can't bring myself to rewriting the end or resurrecting Tris. So instead, I chose to write about Tobias and what happens to him after Allegiant. I felt so bad for him and the epilogue didn't give me any closure, so here I am, taking matters into my own hand.
Please R&R, but keep in mind that English is not my first language and I don't have a Beta (yet).
Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent, Tobias, Zeke and the others, but Izzy is mine.
1. Ghosts
I look at the skyline, where the sun is setting. Orange streaks colour the darkening sky, like licking flames. Although the sun is almost gone, the warmth of the day still hangs heavily in the air, making my shirt stick to my body. After all these months, I still haven't gotten used to the heat. Chicago never had these hot temperatures, not even in summer. I hear high screeching sounds and look up. A flock of seagulls passes over my head, flying off into the distance. Their shapes form dark shadows in the sky.
Three birds. On her collarbone.
Closing my eyes I shake the image off my mind. I avert my gaze and stare at the bare wooden slates that form the roof of the apartment building in which I live. It is actually not much more than a large four-story shack, ancient and dilapidated. I rise to my feet and walk to the ledge. I jump down two stories – old habits die hard – and land on top of one of the outbuildings. I slip through the open window into my tiny apartment, stepping into the living room annex kitchen. The room is bare and simple, the only furniture consisting of two wooden chairs, a mismatched metal table and a threadbare couch.
I enter the bedroom and let myself fall on my stomach on the mattress, not even bothering to take a shower. I would be sweaty again in the morning anyway. Turning on my back, I look up at the stained ceiling. Maybe this night would be different. Maybe this night she wouldn't be in my dreams. Her greyish-blue eyes cut through the walls I had tried so hard to rebuild the past three years. When Zeke, Shauna and Christina announced they wanted to leave Chicago and see what is out there, I initially did not want to join them. But when Tris had showed up in my dreams again, this time laying dead on the dinner table in my house, I eventually decided to join them. Too many ghosts haunted me there.
I start to drift off to sleep, when the shadows on the ceiling begin to move. The slender frame of a young woman appears, her chin-length hair swaying as she moves. Suddenly, she lunges for something, her lean body stretching out. Her dive freezes in mid-air and she collapses to the ground, lying still. My breath hitches in my throat and I shoot up from the mattress, banging on the light-switch. Light floods the room and I collapse against the wall, sliding down to the ground. I draw my knees up and bury my head between them, concentrating on my breath and the dark veins in the wooden floor. It's over, it's all over.
When my breath is coming at even intervals again and my heart rate has slowed down, I scramble to my feet and open the door to the bathroom. I open the medicine cabinet and take out a small container with blue pills. Hesitantly, I open the lid and dump two pills in my hand. As I close the cabinet, a glance at my reflection in the mirror confirms my thoughts. I haven't slept in three days, and it's starting to show. As much as I hate it, I need the pills. I put the pills in my mouth and wash them down with some water. Turning of the lights, I return to the bed and close my eyes, almost immediately falling into the vast blackness of chemically imposed sleep.