Unstable

by THE-PENGUIN-FANGIRL

Anita Johnson is crazy. She killed her father, her mother died a long time ago, and her sister thinks she's a monster. The only person who trusts her is Caylub Hartum, and quite frankly she doesn't trust him. What happens when she and Caylub are from different races, and the government is extremely racist? This is her quest to leave the messed up society she is living in.

3. You can only be so crazy

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent

First thing in the morning, when I wake up, I hear a nock on my door. I sit still, and don't answer, but exaggerate my breaths. That was he might think I'm still asleep. Ihear silence, aside from my breathing, and smile. I dodged him. My smile widensand
widensuntil I look like a serial killer. I laugh. Not the cute innocent laugh when a person hears or sees something funny. In fact my laugh was the exact opposite. Both laughs show amusement, but my laugh was a whole different kind of amusing. I
always start laughing nervously, but then see the blood on my fingers. Somehow seeing someone else's spilled bloodhelps me mentally cope. My laugh becomes stronger steadily.

The door bustsopen.

"I knew you were in here!"

Dammit AnitaI say to myself.

"Why didn't you answer the door? I thought you liked my visits? What was with that creepy laugh?" Caylub hammered me with questions.

"SLOW THE HELL DOWN!" I shouted. I looked at him menacingly.

"I should turn you in." I say in a cool, slippery voice. Caylub standsup strait, so he istaller than me. I laugh.

"You think that canthreaten me? Simpleheight?" I laughed harder. "No barrier of a wall can hide you. I will find you."

I dip my overly long nails into truth serum. I scratch it on his face.

"Tell me. Why are you always trying to find me?"

"Because I think your interesting and beautiful." Caylub barely says.

I blink. That was not what I was expecting. I try to move on. "Tell me how to get to your home."I demand.

"When you leave the hospital through the truck loading place, you take a right, then a left at the next block, then another left at that block. I live in a big steel apartment building. Third floor, room 312." He seems to come to his senses again. "What
the hell did I just tell you?"

I bang his head against the wall, splattering dark blood everywhere. He flops onto the floor, looking on the verge of death.

I shrug. He'll live.

I throw open the door and race down the hall, following signs that say "truck". I finally reach it, and there's. Ginormous semi truck trailer parked in it. I hide against the wall. I wait, and wait, and wait, until it leaves. I look around, and I don't
see any eyes in the dark.

I feel it's safe to walk out. After looking around one last time, I speed walk to the largeopen garage door, if it can even be called that.