Tris
I'm not surprised when Christina tells me I was in a coma for over a year. I am a little agitated, though.
I should have died. If I died, it would make things so much easier.
When Christina asked me if I had any more questions, I was tempted to ask about Tobias. I decided it was best for the both of us not to.
He betrayed me.
Me of all people.
His own girlfriend.
He betrayed me for Nita. He betrayed me for that lying bitch. He didn't listen to me, or believe me. He killed his own best friend because he believed that Nita was right. You can't repay that.
If he wasn't such an ass, maybe I wouldn't have gone into that coma.
I dread the day when he sees that I'm awake and expects me to forgive him. Time doesn't change what he did. Heck, maybe he's moved on. Yay. Another reason to hate him.
When he kissed me for 'the last time' I didn't feel anything. It was how I imagine kissing Peter would be.
Maybe I should have died.
….
After the party ends Christina suggests that we play Candor or Dauntless in the Pit and I oblige. I need something to take my mind off of everything.
She drags me into the bathroom and takes out a giant box, filled with makeup. She sits me down in a chair facing the mirror and studies my face.
"You know, I think an emerald green or gold would work. It brings out the color of your eyes."
"Um, Christina, you are supposed to be disguising me, not making me look more like me." I say.
"Oops! Sorry Tris, I forgot!" She laughs. "Hang on."
She studies my face more before deciding. "Hmm… I think I should give you blue eyeshadow. It will make your eyes more… un-noticeable."
"No eyeliner. That makes your eyes pop even more." She says, tapping her chin.
"A slightly darker foundation," She says, as if she's a genius, "it'll make your pale skin a little warmer."
"Warmer?" I ask, starting to get impatient.
"Shush, child."
"Child?!"
She shushes me again, a finger to her lips. "I'm trying to decide!"
"No. I'll leave your skin pale." She decides.
"Hurry up; we have people waiting for us." I remind her.
"They can wait." She argues, covering up the blemishes on my face.
Sighing, I think I hope this ends soon.
(Imaginary Line)
"And… Done!" Christina declares after half an hour of torture.
My waist-length hair is dyed different shades of purple and blue and in a messy bun. My eyes are barely noticeable due to the blue eyeshadow and my lips are covered in light red lip gloss. I refused to let Christina fill my eyebrows in because I think it looks too weird, especially on me.
"Yes!" I pump my fist in the air, "Let's go now!"
"Not so fast!" Christine grabs my arm as I try to run for the door.
She sits me back down in the chair. "I'm not all-the-way done."
"Stay here, Tris." She walks out of the room and shuts the door behind her.
I sigh as I study myself in the mirror. I can barely recognize myself. I hope nobody recognizes me.
The door opens and Christina comes back in, carrying a pile of clothes and a pair of glasses.
"Put these on." She tells me "These glasses are Abigail's. She's nearsighted so I hope they don't affect your vision much."
"Um… Okay." I take the clothes from Christina and set them on the counter. "I guess I'll be out in a minute."
Christina walks out and I close and lock the door behind her.
I hesitate before taking my black tank top off and replacing it with a black long sleeve shirt with a low neckline.
I look at myself in the mirror and my eyes widen. Am I taller?
Oh god. What are THOSE?
I stare in horror at my chest. I'm not built like a teenage boy anymore.
Great, I think that'll attract the perverts.
I quickly put on the skintight black jeans that Christina gave me, carefully avoiding looking at my body.
When I put on the glasses, my vision sharpens. Well that's weird. I think I guess I'm nearsighted.
I step out of the bathroom and Christina yells "OH MY GOD! Tris, you actually look like a girl!"
"Gee, thanks." I say, sarcastically.
Abigail looks at me and squeals "You look soo cute. I wish I could pull off that hair!"
"Uh… Thanks..." I say, unsure of how to respond.
"Oh stop torturing the poor girl who got back from over a year of being in a hospital bed!" Christina scolds "That's for me to do!"
Samantha walks through the doorway, her arm around Cara. "Hey Chris, Abby, Tris, I brought Cara." She says "I explained everything to her, so don't worry!"
Cara nods her head toward me, "Tris."
I manage a small smile, "Cara."
Christine opens the door to a walk in closet and goes inside, rummaging through a box.
She tosses me some black combat boot. "Put these on and then we'll go."
I do as she says and we leave her apartment to start walking toward the Pit, excited for Candor or Dauntless.
"Hey, Chris, isn't it like two in the morning?" I ask, not even feeling tired.
"Yep, it's around 2! Dauntless is great, isn't it? No curfew." She raises both hands in the air and lets out a whoop.
We all laugh and race each other to the end of the hallway, not caring about the past, just caring about the future and the excitement it brought.
Who gives a damn if I was in a coma? I better make the best out of the time I have before people start looking for me.
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