Hello everyone! If you are wondering how this connects to Divergent, you will find out in this chapter. Sorry if the story's to edgy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent.
When I get back to my cell, I slam the door shut and lean against the wall. I lean against the wall and shake. A wave of emotionflows through me, making my shoulders rise and fall with sobs. My face transforms from the face of an18
year old femaleto the face of a five year old throwing a tantrum. My eyes prickle with tears. I soon feel them run down my face.
What the hell was that Chuck guy's problem! What world does he live in where people like killing their family! He thinks I want this?No one wants to be a murderer and live with it! And what the hell does my damn scratched upfacehave
to do with anything?
I try to push past those questions, as they only reinforce my tears, but I can't. They peer around at every corner of me. I wish I could stick it up and be less of a pansycake, but I can't. 17 years of living with a crazed father who's not afraid
to break my armand I can't even handle people talking smackabout me. What a pathetic little piece of crap I am.
I lie down on the cot, and without wanting to, fall asleep.
In my dream I amin a white room, so white I can't even distinguish the corners of the floor and the walls, or where the room even ends. The light seems to come from the sheer raidiance of the color on the walls. Around me, I see random household
objects scattered. A distance away, I see him.
His eyes are the same way they were on the last day. Filled with rage and fear. They mirror mine, down to the last freckle. We are both angry for very different reasons.
He grabs a glass bottle, and breaks it against his leg. I try to run away, but hegrabs my arm and holds me still. He brings out a shard of glass and positions it to my neck.
"Let go of me!" I scream. "Let go of me you asshole!" I struggle and kick his doubles over in painand I yank out of his grip.I find a jump rope and kind of turn it into a noose. I wrap it around his neck.
"Please..." my fatherchokes, before I pull the rope taught for the hundredth time, making my fatherdropdead once again.
That is one of my simulation fears. My father. Now knowing I killed someone has crept in my dreams. I think about this as I stand over his body, when it stirs.
I bolt up in my cot. My breaths are heavy and ragged. He survived. I am to scared to realize that it was a dream, not real life, and dreams don't make sense.
I can't go back to sleep. I pace my cell at least a million times before I hear a nock. I don't even have to open the door to know who it is. Even if I hadn't eves dropped on him, he's the only person with an individual mind on they're ownI've
made contact with in 6 months.
"Come in." I say. He does. Caylub is wearing blue and white striped PJs. I imagine bunny slippers on his bare feet and stifle a laugh. Caylub gives me a quizzical look. I just shake my head.
"Why areyou awake?" He asks me. "It's midnight."
"I'm nocturnal."
"Ha ha."
"No really, I sleep in until noon and say up until four in the morning." I notice the sleepy look in Caylub's eyes and say, "I don't even get tired," Just to be mean.
"God, how do you do it?" Caylub rubs his eyes.
"The wonderful wizard of caffeine." I sing. "Added with the power of otps." I know you might be wondering how I get books and laptops, but it's not hard to steal one.
"What the heck is an otp?"
"It means one true pairing." I pull out the drawer Caylub showed me earlier that day. After rummaging around, I pull a silver apple laptopout from under the clothes. I open up a browser, and type in 'fourtris fanart'. The page loads almost instantly.
A bonus of living full time in rehab, fastest wifi in the world.
"Okay, here we go." I mutter to myself as I click on a picture of a blonde girl with a lot of little tattoos (Tris)kisssing a strong boy with even more tattoos than the girl (Four). I point the screen at Caylub. "This, is one of my otps."
"Sorry to break it to you Anita, but that's kinda disgusting." Caylub definitely looked disgusted.
"To you it might be." I scrolled on through the photos of fourtris.
"Um, how did you get that computer?" He swallowed. Why does that freak always look so uncomfortable?
For a second I considered lying to him, but it would be more fun to tease him. "I stole it from an employee here. You could shout 'I'm stealing your laptop and half the library!' And they wouldn't have a clue what you're gonna do."
"You couldn't steal from me."
"Yeah, I could."
"I'm not that dence."
"We'll see about that, pretty boy."
Caylub looks hurt. "Don't call me pretty boy."
I shrug. "It suits you."
"So you're saying you think I look attractive? Are you getting a crush on me? Would you like to see me every night?" Caylub asksin an I'm-picking-on-you voice.
I feel my face go bright red. "I do nothave a crush on you." I growl through gritted teeth.
"Thank god. That'd be awkward." Caylub muttered to himself, but I heard anyway.
"Well you made it awkward when you said I do like you in that don't even look that good." I looked down at the screen. "This ship passed you on the cute-o-meter by a hundred miles."I was looking at a picture of Tris and Four cuddling
at the bureau of genetic welfare on the night before she died. I did my little fangirl screech combined with a sob.
Caylub looked up in alarm. "What the hell was that."
"The song of my people." I say blankly.
"Nice song." Caylub startswalking towards the door, when he stopsand turns around to say, "Itwas fun talking to you, Anita." Then walksout the door.
I settle myself on the bed, and think of Caylub's piercing blue eyes and smile. I smile with him, and fall asleep, dreamlessly.