AN: All characters of the Divergent Trilogy are the property of Veronica Roth. The lyrics used in this story are Red Water and they belong to Rehab. I have no interest in claiming something that is not mine, no one has the time or money for court. The only thing that is mine in this twisted story is the plot and the characters I invented.
Amar POV
I read my paperwork on where to place them. Some God somewhere has a sense of humor with this placement. I feel this ending so badly, I thought to myself as I climbed into the driver's seat of the truck. "We're going to your home placement right now so I can introduce you to your mentors," I explained as we drove off. "They will be responsible for helping you learn about the world you are in now, and are going to help you adjust to your new career the best they can. For the first two months you are not allowed in society without your mentor. This is for your safety as well as ours. I dealt with a trauma case not too long ago where the guy lost it and tried to kill half the neighborhood. If his mentor hadn't been there, he would have succeeded. So don't think of it as a punishment, your mentors will be happy to take you out and get you adjusted to this new life."
I continued to drive until I reached the address. I pulled slowly into the drive, seeing the children playing outside while the moms watched sitting at a picnic table. I sighed, knowing I was going to walk into a world war right in one of my best friend's living room.
"Everyone out and to the front door," I called, having pulled right up to the front so they couldn't see anyone in the back yard. I figured it would be easier to do this one step at a time. Everyone followed me up the steps as I opened the door without knocking, hearing drums and guitar I knew the band was practicing they wouldn't hear me knock anyway. I told everyone where to stand behind me as the lead singer looked up.
Four POV
Eric. But he's dead, he slit his wrists. We had ashes, a funeral. He's dead. But here he is. A few piercings less, so he looked closer to the Eric I knew in initiation, but still he was dead. Well I guess I thought Amar was dead too. But with him, we never had a body. We had a body to turn into ashes for Eric. Didn't we?
He kept singing, and the topic of the song was eerily scary:
When I was twelve, while checking the mail
I was admiring the car of the man next door
And thinking to myself, man, one of these days
I'm gonna have me a house like that with a big, red door
And his yard was mowed, and his grass was green
And the driveway was edged and all the shrubs were trimmed so perfectly
I had a crush on his wife and I played ball with his son
I pondered how much money he made, went inside and turned the TV on
And he was laying in an overflowing bathtub of red water
The first and the last time he ever relaxed
At this point he smiled, his face fully relaxed. Maybe the second time I had ever seen it like that, the first since initiation.
And they said, he had a smile on his face
His final offer, the steam on the mirror said
One more thing to say
I was watching TV, having one of mom's famous rice crispy treats
Watching Tom and Jerry, I heard a car horn beep
I ran to the window, his wife and son were home
With bags of stuff they had got at the mall
I went in my room and got my glove and ball
I leapt off the stairs, and asked his son could he play
And his son looked at his wife and his wife told his son I guess it'll be okay
And that beautiful woman, she walked in that beautiful house
When I realized I forgot my hat, I said I'll be back and turned around
And he was laying in an overflowing bathtub of red water
He tilted his arms up, showing long scars going up the length of each arm. So he really did try to kill himself, so how is he alive? I thought they couldn't fix cuts like that?
The first and the last time he ever relaxed
And they said, he had a smile on his face
His final offer, the steam on the mirror said
One more thing to say
There was screaming and there was crying
There was sirens, I thought I was dreamin
And the sun was shining, it was a beautiful day
His wife was talking to an officer
Through the noise I heard her say
A little girl came running through a back door and in a flash had ran to the other side of the house. When she can back she ran into Eric's arms, and he bear hugged her, holding her close.
And he was laying in an overflowing bathtub of red water
The first and the last time he ever relaxed
And they said, he had a smile on his face
His final offer, the steam on the mirror said
And he was laying in an overflowing bathtub of red water
The first and the last time he ever relaxed
And they said, he had a smile on his face
His final offer, the steam on the mirror said
I got one more thing to say
He looked up and smiled, holding the little girl in his arms. Then he proceeded to tickle her, and her screams and she wiggled in his arms.
"Daddy stop!" she screamed laughing.
Eric laughed, "But I'm having a ball aren't you?" he asked, continuing to tickle her.
"Can't breathe," the little girl gasped out.
Eric stopped tickling her, "Well we can't have that can we?" he said pulling her close. "Better?"
"Yes daddy," the little girl said with a smile.
Eric reproduced. I'm kind of scared of that, who would want him to be a father of their child. Then the little girl turned in his arms, and everyone gasped. It was close to looking in a mirror, she shared several features with me. But that makes no sense, there is now way she is mine, the only girl I had ever made love with standing next to me, staring wide eyed at the little girl.
"Daddy, who are they?" She asked in a sweet voice.
"They're going to be our house guests for a while. They're very nice, they won't bite," Eric replied to the little girl.
She walked out of Eric's arms and up to Christina and smiled wide, "My name is Amelia, what's yours?" she said just as sweet as could be.
Christina looked very pale as she replied, "My name is Christina, it's nice to meet you Amelia."
"She looks….." Zeke started.
Eric stood up and interrupted him, "I know, just like her mother," he said with a glare that said go ahead, continue what you were saying.
I was confused as to what he meant, her mother definitely wasn't mine, my mother was dead. But as I looked I saw things that I had hoped I really wouldn't. The crook of the nose, the bow of her upper lip…..
"Amelia honey you've been in here a while did you fall in?" a woman's voice called from the back door. A very familiar voice, followed by eerily familiar long blonde hair. When she turned to face the center of the room, I couldn't help myself, her name fell from my lips.
"Tris?"