After maybe an hour of sleeping, I am awoken by a bucket of water being poured onto me. I quickly leap up, gasping, my heart is about to erupt out of my chest. My clothes and hair cling to my skin, and I reach up clawing my hair out of my face. Christina's scream and Molly's yell pierce the room, and instantly I'm on my feet. Eric is bent over, laughing with a bucket in his hand. The three of us scream at him, and I plop my wet butt down on his white cream couch. Asshole.
Four sits on the other end of the couch, staring at me with wide eyes, with a message. He is mocking me. His eyes scream I told you. I cross my arms against my wet shirt and look back at the others. Edward still sleeps, curled up. Al sits up rubbing his eyes. Where is Peter? I should be pissed, I'm soaked head to waist. But I feel sort of on edge, and the thought of the colorful weapons come to mind. I slowly stand up, glancing back to the big wet spot left on the couch, and walk over to my bag. Just as my hand yanks the zipper up, we all are startled with a loud pitch.
I jump, and run back to the area, where everyone is yelling and surrounding someone.
"Get the fuck out of my house right now! Someone take him to the infirmary, now!" I peek over Will's shoulder, and my face instantly pales. I stumble back, the world grows heavy and my vision is blocked with black dots.
"Tris, he is going to be okay, he is fine." I can hear Fours voice echo through my body, but I can also feel my body growing numb. I sit on the couch and shake my head, trying to get the image out. Edward has a knife pierced into his eye. His hand was holding the wound, the butter knife poking between his fingers. My eyes are starting to wet, and I look up and see Will and Al lift up Edward, who still yells out in pain. He starts to kick his legs, refused to be standing.
"Help me I'm blind I'm blind!" He continued to wail, and Four walked over to assist them.
I don't know how long I sit here with my palm on my forehead, still very shaken up. I feel the couch sag next to me, and someone hugging my back. "I got you some water." Christina whispers, her hand extending with a bottle placed in it.
"Thanks." I whispered back hoarsely. I feel my bottom lip tremble, and we both embrace each other like siblings who lost their mother. "I don't know how to feel." My eyes feel watery, but they make no move to cry. I'm at loss with emotions. Christina sits silent. I hear the door open, followed by footsteps and bags rustling. I guess the others are leaving.
"You coming, Christina?" I hear Will ask. We remove our embrace, and she places her hands on my shoulders.
"You going to be okay, Tris?" I simply nod, and she smiles, giving me one last hug and leaves with Will. I guess I should leave now too. I rise from where I sit, my body feeling like all that flour wasted from yesterday is placed inside my body.
"Nothing worked out like how it was supposed to." I hear Eric from the inside of his room. I take a peek where I stand, and can barely see inside of the cracked door. All I can make out is his crying. I guess he does have a heart afterall. "I was supposed to PRANK EVERYONE!" Well, nevermind. I notice I am the last one in here, and walk over to grab my bag. Four has already gotten his back and left by the time they came back from the infirmary. I can't help but feel stung, because he didn't say goodbye. After slinging the strap over my shoulder, I leave his apartment and make my way back to mine.
I softly set my bag on my kitchen table, not wanting to ruin it by popping the paint. I feel emotionless, and drag my feet over to my bedroom. I kick my moccasins off and open my closet. My clothes are still a little wet, and I can't risk wettening my bed. I grab a big oversized t-shirt, and yank my clothes off to swap it with the shirt I grabbed. After that, I jump back into bed, finally able to get some sleep.
I slept like a baby. Even though I witnessed something that will scar me forever, I was too tired to not sleep well. I had dreams of my friends, and Four. I kick my comforter off my legs, and sit up to look at the clock. 9:27. The tragedy happened around 3 and we all left closer to 4 in the morning. I am in no mood to participate in the pranks, and I don't ever think I ever was. I stand up to get changed into regular clothes, so I can head to the canteen for breakfast. I'm pondering the thought of taking my breakfast back to Christinas apartment because of all the pranking that will occur.
After throwing on a simple outfit, I grab my keys and five dollars and head out. My steps are slow and cautious, because I can hear people shrieking, and see egg shells on the floor, with the walls stained with yellow yolk. The smell is putrid, and my hand immediately flies up to my nose. I remembered all the paintballs I still have. What the hell am I going to do with those? I guess I could put them back in the training room.
My hand reaches for the doors of the canteen, and I pull it open, not ready to be in a crowded room full of people pranking each other. Immediately, I see the floor still has the flour on it, and some other foods plastered with it. I search around to see if my friends are here, and I see them in line. I can feel myself sighing in relief as I make my way toward them. I approach them, and Christina speaks softly to the others about the incident. Uriah and Zeke look upset, something unusual for me to see. They all shift their eyes to me, and sadly smile, before returning their attention to Chris. I grab a poppy seed muffin, a small bag of grapes, and a water. I pay for my breakfast to go, and walk back to the others who are now seated around the table. Christina holds some yogurt and a banana, and when I approach she stands. It's like she can read my mind, she knows that we should be away from everyone because of how shaken up we are. Will seems fine, he just eats quietly with the others.
I wonder what they did to Peter, as Christina says goodbye to our friends, my eyes scan the room. I can see people pushing others faces into their food, food being launched across the room, people cracking eggs on heads, and Peter. He sits with his friends at a table, and apparently he became friends with Molly because she sits at his table. He must be bragging about what happened, because he starts making a stabbing motion with a clenched fist. I can see his friends gasp and laugh. My stomach turns, and I get the feeling to start screaming. They are all evil.
"Come on Tris." Christina coaxes, and we walk to the doors. As I reach my hand to push the doors, they open. My eyes automatically pair with deep blue ones. My heart jolts, and my hand clutches my water even tighter.
"So he stabbed his eyes?" A nasally voice interrupts. I can see Aria looking up at him with big eyes, and he pulls her closer.
"His eye, yes. Excuse me." He shoves past Christina and I, and I can hear Aria's 'wow oh my god' fade behind me. The way he shoved me makes my heart sink, he could have waited a second for me to take a step to the side. It reminds me of that time where Aria was yelling at me to move out of her way. I shake my head and follow Christina to her apartment.
"I saw the way you were looking at him. His girlfriend looked pissed."
"What?" She opens her door and walks in, I stand there confused. "She had all her attention on him though."
"Yea, but when they opened the door and you guys were staring at each other for a few seconds, she looked angry at you."
"Oh." I walk in and shut the door, and sit on the couch next to her.
"I hate Aria, she is too… ugh. Anyway, I found this old show called Full House, and I'm obsessed." She clicks the T.V on and starts it from the first episode. I pay no attention as I eat my grapes before they get warm. I like them cold. I start to think about Four and Aria. He seems genuinely close and in love with her, and I noticed that it is hard for him to open up with people. I'd like to think that he shared some of himself with me, but I don't want to get my hopes up. The way he shoved me makes me rethink myself, it took me back to my first day of Dauntless when I was just an invisible initiate.
Four is a confusing person, and I am willing to crack him open. But first, what about Aria?
I'm sorry this took a while, my wifi was down and I wasn't able to finish this short little chapter. I originally was going to do pranks and things, but I changed my mind. Thank you so much for the lovely reviews!