AUTHOR'S CORNER

Hello there~! I'm just saying that this is my first time writing a story so please help me improve my work by reviewing. Because I love to read reviews to know how bad my crappy writing is. Please let me know if I have any errors so I can fix it~ ^^

I hope you enjoy reading this crap of mine!

AND OF COURSE, THE DISCLAIMER: I WISH I AM VERONICA ROTH, BUT SADLY, I'M NOT. SO DIVERGENT IS NOT MINE! THE CHARACTERS, AND ALL RELATED TO THAT BOOK IS NOT MINE! I HAVE THIS PLOT OF COURSE. J

'Till next time!

Hugs and Kisses,

Dark Exodus


TRIS

Everything... used to be perfect. Our family used to be complete. I used to be laughing and go bubbly. My father used to play with my hair while he reads newspaper. My mother used to hold hands with my father during dinner. Caleb used to be playing hide-and-seek with our father. We used to be happy together.

But that together was ruined by death.

My surroundings are usually colorful—sun shining; birds chirping, but now, I feel like a sunny day is a joke; I feel like a warm weather is insulting me of our loss. Why the world does seem colorful when someone just lost their father? I shake my head and blink my tears away. My father was killed on my birthday. Best birthday present ever, right?

I thought that day is going to be a memorable day. I'm right.

I close my eyes, but when I do, I see my father clutching his gut, blood gushing out. I see him mouth his words, "I love you." I watch my father's muscles relax as I cry helplessly in the arms of the guy who's had a knife in my throat. I see cops spreading in the store as my vision turn black.

I don't realize I'm crying as I touch my shoulder—where the bullet hit me. I wanted to save my father and the bullet ended up on my right shoulder. I lost my father because he tried to protect me. He died because of me. Me.

"Beatrice," my mother's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I quickly wipe my tears away and turn around, seeing my pale mother. Ever since father died—which is a few weeks ago—she's become paler than ever. Her eye bags have been worse and her red puffy eyes tell that she's been crying. She rarely shows up with eyes like that, because she's trying to be strong for me and Caleb.

"Yes?" I ask.

"You can go unpack now."

We moved here yesterday because of me, again. I keep on shutting out the world and staring to my window, watching our doorway to see if father comes back and tell everything was just a joke. Of course, it never happened. I even pushed my best friend Susan away from me. I didn't talk and barely ate. Until mom finally had enough of me and asked what I want. But even she couldn't fill what I want. Heck, what I need. So she decided to move. And that's how we ended here in Chicago. When I told Susan about this, she was extremely mad and sad. I said sorry to her and she told me to respond to her texts and calls every day.

I sigh and nod my head lifelessly. I stand up from the couch.

"Please give this a chance Beatrice," my mom says, her voice shaking like she might cry in any minute. "I know it's hard to move on, but please, give me a chance to love you as your mother and father. I will try my best to fill the love your father will give you."

I stop dead on my tracks, instantly feeling guilty. My mom does everything for me to be happy again, yet she is saddest from losing our father. I turn to her and hug her tightly, tears forming around my eyes. "I'm so sorry, mom. I-I've been selfish and—"

"It's okay. I love you and that's all that matters."

She lifts my chin up and wipes my tears with her thumb.


After I finish unpacking, I lie down on my bed and stare up the ceiling. What would my life be if my father is still here? Who will, one day, walk with me to the altar when I get married? Who will play with my hair now? Who will I call, "Daddy" now? Even if there is, it wouldn't come by my heart. I will never replace my old man.

I close my eyes and start to fall asleep when I hear my phone beep. I groan and grab my phone on the night stand. It is a text from Susan.

"Hey, how's Chicago? Do you like it there? Well you shouldn't 'cause that will make me feel sad."

I smile a little. She's always been a good friend. Even after I pushed her away and left her. I decide to text back. "Chicago's really amazing and I plan to stay here forever :-P" I bite my bottom lip and wait for her reply. Of course, I'm lying. I've never even step outside the house since we got here.

Minutes later, my phone lights again. "Well that's a good one, Tris, but you didn't get me 'cause I know you won't exit your house and shut yourself in your bedroom. But gull, I suggest you take a walk 'cause I know you have to live again. Got me? LIVE. If I am there, I'd be dragging you outta' your house and spend the rest of the day exploring. Don't get lost, of course."

I chuckle at her answer. She wants the best for me. And I'm sure dad wants, too. I sigh and text her back.

"Fine, I'm going out. I don't want to get dragged out by a woman like you."

"Good. Now get your lazy ass out of your bed and give everything a chance!"

"How'd you know I'm in bed?"

"'Cause I'm watching you."

I look around my bedroom and look at my window, but nobody seems there. I chuckle. "That would be creepy, stalker."

"Yeah whatever. I said get up."

"SERIOUSLY HOW DO YOU DO THAT?!"

"'CAUSE I'M AWESOME NOW BYE. :-D"

I laugh half-heartedly and fixed myself.


"Mom I'm going out!" I shout to the kitchen once I get ready.

"Where are you going, sweetie?" My mom asks.

"Just exploring around."

"Oh. Be back at 7! And don't get lost!"

"'Kay. Bye mom." I kiss her cheek and head out of the door.

I walk aimlessly around until I stop to a park. I go in and explore the area. I find a large pond with a bridge in the middle. I walk to it and stare at my reflection. My big grayish blue eyes reflect sadness and look lost. There are dark circled under my eyes. I have too long nose, which does not match my eyes. I sigh. I've never been pretty. But I didn't care. I see a glimpse of what I am wearing—gray hoodie, black skinny jeans, and black high-cut converse. My hair is pulled into a ponytail. I crouch down and touch the water. I tilt my head sideways as I create ripples. Am I a fragile girl?

How come I don't even know myself? I sigh, pushing the thought out of my head.

I decide to buy an ice cream and head back here, since I still have two hours left.


I jog out of the park and to the nearest ice cream store and buy chocolate ice cream. I head down the road as I scoop a tablespoon-full of chocolate. In the midst of enjoying, I see a small boy—around four years old—across the street, chasing a white cat while laughing. Then the cat runs to the middle of the road, and from the corner of my eye, I see a car speeding. My eyes widen as I see the cat in the middle of the road, the boy running to it. Adrenaline courses through me as I watch the cat safely run across the street, leaving the boy running. He stops dead on his tracks as his eyes widen. I drop my ice cream as I run towards the boy and tackle him out of the way. We land across the street; my body hurts from the sudden fall. The boy is crying and I see that he scraped his knees. "Are you okay?" I ask.

A woman in early forties comes running to us with tears in her eyes. "Rex! Oh my..." she trails off as she engulfs the boy in her arms.

I feel a pinch in my stomach. Seeing them reminds me of my father. Tears form in my eyes. I just saved a kid from getting hit by a car, but I couldn't save my dad from being shot. Thinking about it makes me want to curl up and cry all my life. The woman finally sees me. "Thank you so much, young lady."

I smile a little and stand up. "It's nothing."

"Are you going already?"

"Yes, I have to head back home soon." I turn and start to walk, but stop when I say, "Please don't let your son run in a busy road."


I'm in the park again, staring at my reflection, as I think about how much I miss my father. I thought about the boy. If I wasn't there, would anyone have saved him?Then a sudden thought popped out of my mind: What if someone I love get lost again? I cry. That's stupid, but possible. My father already died, and I don't want anyone I love die, too.

I close my eyes and free all of my thoughts, until I feel like I should go home. I stand up and dust my clothes off. I stare at my reflection one last moment, and spoke the words gently, yet sternly, "I won't fall in love, and won't get attached to someone." Because I'm afraid to lose them.

And I turn around and run away, my head down.

Stupidest thing?

I bump into something. I fall on my butt and I yelp. Suddenly, there is a hand reaching out for me, and I realize that "something," is actually a "someone." I look up and I hold my breathe as I look into his eyes. He has a peculiar eye color—dark blue, a dreaming, waiting color. His eyes look thoughtful. "I guess I should've give you a handkerchief instead of my hand," he says in a low, quiet voice. I gulp and wipe my tears away, realizing it's not there.

I am about to take his hand, but my voice hit me. "And won't get attached to someone," I had promised. I shake my head and glare coldly at him and I stand up, and I run away. I don't get to see his expression, but I'm sure he's shocked. Now he probably thinks I'm rude. But whatever, I don't want to spend any more time with him, or else I'll break my promise not ten minutes long ago.

I try to get him off my mind, but those blue eyes haunted me the whole night.


**AUTHOR'S CORNER**

Hello divergents~! I just want you guys to know that I want reviews on how you feel about this chapter.

Should I continue it or not? Please let me freaking know! I hate silent readers and if I don't have much comments, I'll consider my work a junk. (Is it?)

Am I too demanding?

/pouts/ sorry but I just want to know TT_TT

'Till next time, divergents!

Hugs and kisses,

Dark Exodus