Hey! Thanks for the positive reviews! Since it seems as though people like what I'm writing, I'll continue. Also, when I originally wrote this, I didn't separate it into chapters, so I'm just filling in parts to make it flow into chapters. Sorry if the beginning or ends of chapters are really awkward or just plain terrible. If they aren't that bad, however, great! If you guys could let me know how the beginning and end of chapters are, that would be great so that I will know whether or not to fix it.

*Note: I don't own Divergent or any of the characters in it. Veronica Roth does.*

Tris POV

When my dream cleared, I found myself standing in an alley. I immediately recognized it and tried to wake myself up, but to no avail. In my right hand was a cocked gun. I tried to drop it, but my hand seemed glued to the black handle. Then he came. Will began to walk towards me, stuck in a simulation. He also had a gun raised.

"Will!" I sobbed and tried to run away. I was stuck in the ground. I had to shoot him, but I couldn't shoot him again. My arm mechanically moved up closer to my head and my left hand came up to meet the gun. To make sure my aim was perfect. I couldn't stop myself, the dream was controlling me. Will went to pull the trigger of his gun and shoot me, but my dream induced self got to him first. I fell to my knees as Will's body fell to the ground and I began sobbing. The dream faded out. The last thing I saw was Will's dead body.

When I woke up, I was still sobbing. The blood on my arms and cuts had dried, but the sudden movement of me awakening opened the cuts again and sent in new blood in a wave of red.

"Four!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I thrashed feebly as my wrists screamed in pain. I heard footsteps from the other room and I quickly relaxed. I didn't want someone to see me in the panicky state I was in from my dream. Four was the only person that I would let see me like this, but after being handcuffed to a bed and left alone, I didn't even want him to see. I scowled as Four walked into the room.

"I got help," Four said. He seemed to completely ignore my cut wrists. I stared past his at the opposite wall.

"I don't need help, Four," I tried to sound menacing, but I think it came out more tentative from being on edge by my dream. Also, I didn't like an angry Four.

"Yes, you do, Tris!" his voice was beginning to rise again. "Stop using my nickname as a weapon against me," with that, he slipped out of the room. He returned with Chris and a flustered nurse.

"Oh my god, Tris! How could you do something as drastic as suicide?" Chris began to cry and pulled me into a bear hug. The nurse came over to me with two keys and unlocked the handcuffs. She began to wipe my arms with gauze and rub some liquid on the cuts. I gritted my teeth and clenched my eyes shut every time the liquid made contact with my wrists. It stung and smelled like lemons. After a full cleaning, she wrapped more gauze around each wrist and taped it with black electrical tape.

"That should be good for now," the nurse said as she began to pack up all of her things. She grabbed Four's arm and yanked him out of the room. She looked mad now.

"Well, this will be a bother," I said absentmindedly as I tried and failed to roll my wrists.

"Tris, I'm sorry. I didn't know that I was the reason for this," she gestured to my wrists. I just shook my head, it wasn't her fault, it had been mine. I killed Will.

"Chris," I began, but was cut off by her hugging me yet again. A new flow of tears streamed down her face.

"Don't you ever try something that stupid again, Tris. You would have died and left me alone with a crushed Four. All of your friends would be destroyed by your death. NEVER do that again," Chris sighed, rubbed her bloodshot eyes, and left. Once again, I was alone. A few minutes later, Four walked back in with the nurse. Four walked up next to me and lifted me up bridal style. I thrashed in his strong arms. If he was carrying me like this, he didn't want me to run away from where we were going. He grip only tightened on the arm and thigh he was holding so I just relaxed and scowled at him. I avoided his mysterious blue eyes as he walked into the infirmary. I figured Four would stop in one of the examination rooms, but he didn't. We approached a rusty door which was thrust open with a grounding squeal and walked down the hallway. The nurses, who I had forgotten was there, scanned a card and exposed a pillowed room, in the middle were chains surrounded by some fuzzy substance. Four set me down and began to cuff my ankles to each chain before I could run.

I stared at him in complete silence. When he finished, Four stood up and walked back towards the hallway. I stood up and ran after him. I grabbed his arm. When he turned around, I kissed him. It wasn't as passionate as our kisses usually were, but desperate. I figured he was in a simulation again. Any moment and he would kiss me back and then carry me back to his apartment. He didn't. When I finally pulled away from him, he walked back into the hallway. I tried to run after him, but the chains prevented me from leaving the room.

"Four," I whimpered. He turned around and just stared at me. I stared at him in disbelief. He willingly left me in here. He wasn't under a simulation at all. How could he just leave me here? I thought he loved me. As the door began to close, I sit down. Tears begin to form in the corners of my eyes as I watch the hallway disappear. I hear the crackly of an intercom and jump.

"Hello, Tris," it was the nurse, "welcome to our suicidal room. We wish no harm upon you, only help. Four can visit you between seven and eight," I curled up into a ball as the intercom shut down. I don't remember falling asleep, but I did.

When I woke up, my back felt like there were needles in it. I rolled up into a sitting position just as the door was opening again. It must be Four, it had to be Four. He was under a simulation! He was coming back to rescue me! I stood up and went by the door. When the door was three quarters of the way up, my stomach started flip-flopping. I don't know why I was nervous, I just was.

"Four!" I shouted excitedly. I missed him and he was here to visit. When the door was completely open, I found Max standing there, not Four. My smile immediately faded and I glared at Max.

"Sorry to disappoint," Max said as he strode into the room.

"Shut up, Max," I was not in the mood to be smart mouthed by a Dauntless leader.

"Feisty!"

"I've been stuck in a room. I thought my boyfriend was here to save me, but instead I got you. Are you now expecting a happy Tris?"

"No, but it would have been nice," Max chuckled and slid down to the ground to sit.

"What do you want, Max?" I was starting to get aggravated. I wanted answers, not jokes. Max sighed and then stood up. He walked over to me and undid the cuffs on my ankles. Free, I tried to run away, but Max caught me by the arm.

"Tricky one," he said. He made a tut-tut noise and then laughed.

"Why are you so happy?" I glared at him. Max was never happy like this, what was up?

"I'm not happy at all, I'm just trying to make you happy," Max tightened his grip on my arm and I flinched.

"Well, it's not working."

"Clearly."

"What do you want?" I was exasperated. Max, thank god, didn't speak, but lead me out of the room and down the hall. When we were back in the regular infirmary, I saw Uriah, Zeke, and Chris sitting in the waiting room. I don't know why I was looking for Will. He would never be in the infirmary again thanks to me.

"Come sit," Max was serious now. I stared at him, trying to figure out what was going no. It didn't work. I had to be more direct.

"What the hell is going on, Max?" I was done with the guessing act.

"Just wait," he seemed on edge now.

"Where's Four then?" as soon as the words left my mouth, everyone's head ducked down. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes for the hundredth time. "Max, where is he? What happened?"

"We can visit him soon," Chris was holding back a sob. Everyone seemed to be holding back a sob.

"Four went to Erudite. He wanted to start cleaning up their mess when…" Max paused.

"When what?" I was terrified.

"He got a knife in the back," Max finished and looked down. I stared at him for a moment completely in shock and then leaned into Chris and began sobbing.

Yup! There's the second chapter. I hope you guys liked it! Sorry if it was really long, with what I had already written there was only two spots that I would stop at for chapter endings, but then the chapters would have been ridiculously short, so I combined them. I've completely finished copying what I have already written, so the next chapters will be written completely fresh and hopefully posted the same day I write them. I might be able to get another chapter in tonight. If I can't tonight, I definitely will tomorrow!

Thanks for reading and don't forget to let me know how the chapter beginning and ends sound!

~LegendofZelda64