Chapter 2:
TRIS POV:
The next week goes on the same way, waking up, going to school, coming home, then going to bed. Caleb bothers me the least he can and my parents are gone before I wake up, and still gone when I get home and lock myself in my room.
As Friday approaches, I notice this girl in my third hour, English, start to take notice in me. Yesterday she followed me all the way to the bathroom, that I evidently eat lunch in. She paused outside the door while I slipped in before she turned around and walked away.
I didn't mind as much as I normally would, but today as I walked into the classroom I could feel her presence behind me, like a lion stalking its prey. By the time I get outside English class, I place my hand on the handle before I spin around fast, facing the girl.
"Why are you following me?" I spit, making it obvious that I dislike her.
"I...I just umm," she stops talking, her breath catching as she thinks about her next words, "I saw you sitting in the back of the classroom alone, and I felt bad so I followed you to see who your friends were...and I saw you go into the bathroom to eat by yourself."
I sigh as I turn around, ripping the door open and enter the mostly empty classroom. I don't turn back around to look at her as I take my usual seat in the back. Much to my dislike, she places herself in the chair next to me, turning towards me crossing her legs.
"Why don't you have friends?" She asks and I look at her with sarcasm lacing my expression. I'm about to say a remark regarding how obvious it is why I don't have friends, but she beats me to it. "Nevermind, that was clearly the wrong question to ask you. I was going to offer you to come sit with me in the cafeteria like a normal person, but as I take a second look at you I realized you're anything but normal."
She swings her legs out from underneath the desk, then picks her bag up, flinging it across her right shoulder. I watch as she makes her way to the desks placed in the middle of the room, and she begins talking to someone in the desk next to one she claimed. I put my head in my hands until the teacher begins the class, talking about the importance of Shakespeare.
I zone out for an hour as class drags on. After the period is up, I get up as fast as I can, my legs not making it to the door before I'm stopped by the girl again and her one friend. I keep my head down, trying to slip past her, but she puts her hand on my shoulder. My eyes stare at her black high heels, examining them as I lightly shake her hand off my shoulder.
"Please leave me alone." I whisper quietly, but loud enough for just her to hear.
"I realize that I was a bit of a bitch earlier but so were you. I just wanted to tell you my offer is still on the table. I'm positive my friends would love to add another member to our group." I rise my eyes to look into hers. Her face is pleading with me to agree, but my mind wanders to the last time I had a true friend, and how it ended. Without a warning my mind is filled with thoughts of Tobias, and I immediately feel a lump form in my throat, while choking back sobs.
"I-," but I don't get to finish before I'm interrupted by her.
"Please." She begs putting her hand on my jackets shoulder again, pulling on it to walk with her as she begins to exit the door. "You don't have to say anything unless you want to, just please come with me and give them a chance."
I huff, shaking her hand off my arm again following her to the lunch room that I never attempted to pay attention to, let alone step foot in. She leads me and the other girl, her friend, to a table housing two guys. I hesitantly take a seat next to the girl, shifting around uncomfortably as she takes out her abundant lunch. My eyes catch the attention of the two boys, them staring at me, then glance back to the girl for answers. She looks up, a ham and cheese sandwich stuffed in her mouth while she takes in the boys confused expression.
"Oh umm...this is a girl I meet in English. I forgot her name again though." She speaks rotating in her seat to look at me.
"Tris." I say, using the nickname that Tobias gave me, frowning at the thought of him.
"My names Uriah," one of the boys says, while his chocolate brown eyes bore into mine, "and this one here," he places his arm around the girls friend, "is my beautiful girlfriend Marlene."
"You don't always have to present me like that, Uri." Marlene giggles, causing him to shift his eyes to her. They stare at each other lovingly, and I have to switch my eyes away from them.
"I'm Christina." The girl says next to me also turning away from Uriah and Marlene. "And that guy over there," she points to the guy with blonde hair sweeping up into spikes in the front, neatly brushed in the back, "that's Will, my boyfriend."
She looks at him threateningly, as if that if he talked to me she would kill him, so he faces me and nods his head in hello.
The rest of the lunch goes by with an awkward mood in the air. I sit watching them as they eat and talk, deciding against taking out my one apple for lunch. Christina watches me closely, like if she looks away I would suddenly disappear, but I don't try to acknowledge her stares.
By the time the bell rings, I'm pleading with god to at least get me through the day without going through another situation like that. As I stand up, trying make it out of the lunch room quickly, Christina yet again captures my arm in her hand.
"It was nice having you, and I expect to see you again tomorrow."
I don't respond as I pull my arm out of her grasp, fast walking out of the cafeteria, and to my next class, free of anyone wanting to befriend me.
I trudge up the steps to my room on the second floor, my footsteps moving in sync with my heart beat, slow and steady. When I reach my room, I shove the wooden door open moving past it and into my sanctuary.
As I sit on my bed staring at the things that occupy my room, my mind wanders to the crazy girl, attempting friendship with me. I know that I screwed it up, and I know that no one would ever be accepting of me, so I should just give up. I'm not good enough for anyone, and I can feel a deep feeling in my stomach that, my life I just one big joke. No guy will ever love me.
The more days I wake up and act like everythings normal, the more I'm breaking on the inside, wanting to scream at someone that I'm not fine. That, yes, sometimes I think that people would have a better life if I hadn't been born. I've never affected somebody that bad that they want to kill me, but the more I think about it, they don't need me. Nobody needs me. As some may say, "What about your future children? If you aren't here, they won't be either," but I find it impossible for that to be true as I will never find another guy to love me, let alone let me bear their children.
If Tobias had just stayed with me, fought against his father, took his life by the reigns and told Marcus that he was staying and staying for me, then my life would be amazing. I wouldn't have to list out the pros and cons of offing myself while I cry, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
Before I know it my body is moving before my mind, and I'm walking to my dresser grabbing the framed photo of Tobias and I, chucking it as hard as I can at the wall closest to me. The glass shatters, pieces flying back at me, sticking themselves in my face and arms. One big fragment digs into my temple, and I can feel the blood begin to drip from it. I stagger to my bed ignoring the pain in my feet from the pieces on the floor.
My door is burst open as I take the seat on my bed and Caleb stands frozen in the doorway, "What the hell Beatrice?" He questions and he maneuvers himself carefully around the glass. I sit and continue to stare at him as the blood falls at a steady rate.
He finally gets to my bed and crawls on top of it, pulling his legs under his thighs. I look down at my hands as they begin to clasp together in front of me.
"Beatrice, what were you thinking?" He asks in shock, his hand lightly touching a medium size piece of glass in my shoulder. "I need to take you to the hospital."
As soon as the words leave his mouth, I stare up at him with wide eyes, "Y-you can't."
"You're bleeding all over, and you need to get the cuts cleaned properly." He states, his eyes filled to the brim with concern and authority.
"Please Caleb. If you love me you wont." I say, my eyes pleading with his.
"Beatrice…" he starts but trails off as he thinks about it. "I will only agree if we can both go down stairs while you let me clean your wounds."
I sigh in relief and nod my head in acceptance, while he huffs. He takes my hand and carefully leads me out of my room, heading me towards the kitchen. When we make it there, I can feel the fragments in my feet stinging me, forcing deeper into my skin with each step. Caleb instructs me to take a seat on the counter while he gets all the supplies-or first aid kit-we store under the sink.
He places them all on the counter next to me, then goes back and get a dish towel along with a bowl of water, and an empty bowl. He takes a chair from the dining room and places the back in front of me, guiding one of my legs to rest atop it. He pulls the tweezers out from the first aid kit, and begins plucking the glass out, one by one, placing them into the empty bowl.
As soon as he has finished one foot, washed it with the water and dish towel, then wrapped it up, he moves on to the next, silence surrounding us the whole time. It takes him a good ten minutes to finish with pulling out and wrapping all the cuts in my feet. He moves the chair back and cleans up a bit, telling me to stay seated on the counter.
He gets a paper towel drenching it in lukewarm water, and makes his way back over to me.
"I need to get that piece in your head...and it's going to hurt." He states, guilt and concern mixing in his eyes.
"Go ahead." I say, my hands clutching the corner of the counter like it will keep me together.
Caleb splits the wet paper towel in half, giving me a piece and telling me to put it to my head once he's pulled out the glass. He places his piece of paper towel onto the end of the glass while he pulls it out careful not the move it around too much. I wince in pain, scrunching up my nose while tightly shutting my eyes. I do as he said and put the wet paper towel on my head, the paper towel soaking up blood immediately. Caleb grabs a big bandage from the kit and unwraps it, sticking it to my gash as soon as I pull the towel away.
"I need you to take off your jacket." he says gesturing towards it.
My eyes get wide at the realization of what is happening, "No." I state, fast enough to be suspicious.
"Beatrice, take your jacket off so I can clean the wounds in your arms."
"No." I say slower this time, my heart kicking up speed. "I can do the rest myself."
"Take your jacket off, Beatrice, before I force you to the hospital." He replies, authority clear in his tone.
I look down as I gently slide my-now cloved in holes and marks-jacket off, revealing a back tank top that I wear as an undershirt. I take a deep breath as I hear Caleb takes a sharp intake of air.
"Beatrice, what are those?" he practically yells at me, while he points to the self harm scars that are visible on the inside of my forearm.
"Nothing." I reply quietly, refusing to look into his raging eyes.
"That is not nothing! Are you harming yourself intentionally?" He asks, clearly upset by the sight.
I don't respond, and make the mistake of looking up into his eyes. The usually cheery green eyes are dark and devastated, a pained expression crossing his face, causing guilt to bubble up in my stomach.
"Why, Beatrice?" he squeaks, his voice losing its strong, authoritative perspective. "I told you you could talk to me about anything."
I ignore the guilt, and huff out at him, "It's not what you think Caleb. I didn't cut myself, I cut it on branches from a bush I fell into a couple months back."
The lie feels thick on my tongue, and by the expression on his face he doesn't believe me, but all he does is sigh and give me one more sad look before continuing on taking the glass out of my arms, no further question asked.
So I'm happy to say that this has been chapter two. I hoped you liked it, and I have a favor to ask.
I'm a 13 year old girl if you guys didn't know, and I aspire to be a writer when I grow up. I would really appreciate any advise to make my writing better, or to tell be about the business if you know anything about it. I would really appreciate it, and thank you for reading this far, so far. I love you all. Please review!
~Divergent24-7