I stared at my half naked body in the bathroom mirror, my reflection staring back. My eyes skimmed my body, and stopped at my hips, covered by old self harm scars, just like my thighs, and my arms.
I heard the alarm sound. Someone was in our house. At 2am.
I quietly closed my computer and climbed off my bed. It wasn't Caleb or Dad, they were on a camping trip, a father son thing. I opened the draw on my side table and took out the throwing knife I always kept in there in case something like this ever happened.
I quietly, but quickly opened the door and ran down the stairs. The lock to the front door was busted. I turned the corner at the end of the stairs to the living room just in time to see it.
My mom standing there in a white nightgown, her wavy hair everywhere, she was drowsy but she was ready to put up a fight, holding a gun out in front of her aimed at one of the three robbers.
One of them pulled out a gun, aimed it at my mom.
And shot her.
Three times to the heart.
She fell instantly, blood staining her nightgown.
I fell against the wall in shock and fear.
I stared at my mom, my eyes burning from tears. Her chest wasn't rising and falling.
I just watched my mom die.
There was a knock on the door. "Beatrice, there's someone at the door." Caleb said.
"Give me 2 minutes." I said quietly.
I pulled a tight black tank top on and fuzzy Batman pajama pants and tied my damp blonde hair into a pony tail before making my way downstairs.
"He's outside." Caleb said from the kitchen as I walked down the stairs.
I opened the door a crack and saw no other than Four standing on my porch. I closed the door and grabbed a sweater hanging on the coat rack by the door, slipping it on over my head, before stepping outside, closing the door behind me.
I looked up at him. "Hello." I said.
"Tris. I'm sorry I acted the way I did earlier." He said, like he didn't mean it.
"Okay." I said before turning to go back inside.
"Tris?" He said Just before I closed the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."