So, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 6:

Tris's POV

The door bangs open and I look over. Tobias. He's here. I must be dreaming, because he's dead. Am I going crazy?

He swiftly walks over to me, showing no emotion whatsoever. As he stands in front of me the only thing he says is my name, which I can barely hear.

I smile at him with tears of joy streaming down my face. I cup his cheek in my hand and say, "I thought that I'd never see you again,"

"Tris," is all he says, a small smile playing on his lips

"Yes, Tobias. I'm here," I say a little flustered.

There's something wrong. He normally isn't like this. What's happening?

He roughly grabs my arm and starts to walk toward the door. My tears of joy quickly turn into tears of hurt. He grabbed my right arm, which is the side of my hurt shoulder. I try to escape his tight clutch, but it's no use. There will probably bruises there tomorrow.

"Tobias. Tobias! Let go! You're hurting me," I say, trying to make him let go.

He stops walking when he gets to the door and turns around to me. There's something definitely wrong. I look at his face and it begins to change. I look down at my arm and he quickly lets go of me. I look back up and the man I see is not Tobias. It's Marcus. Marcus Eaton. I let out a small scream and that's when I realize that this is a simulation. None of this is real.

"This is for your own good," he says to me, with his hand raised. An evil smile playing on his lips.

"No, this is for your own good," and I punch him in the face. He falls to the ground with a thud.

I see a window on the wall and I ram my elbow into it. It cracks. I do it over and over again until the window finally shatters. I grab a shard of glass and shove it into my stomach.

I wake up with a scream. I look around at see the familiar dark and cold room that I've been kept in for the past 55 days. I put my head into my hands and let out of the tears. How many times are they going to put me through this?

I wipe my face after I stop crying. I must be brave. I can't let this get to me. I will survive, no matter what it takes. I will escape for this wretched place. I will see the sun again.

I get up and off of the cold, hard metal table and pace around the room. I must come up with a plan to escape. I pace as I think of ideas and I realize that I am in no condition to fight. With that thought in my head, I start to jog around the room. I need to build up my strength. I jog several laps around the room before I must take a break. I barely have any energy and I'm panting like a dog.

I slide down the wall and pick up the piece of charcoal. I draw a heart and write 6+4 inside of it. I know it's cliché, but it's part of what keeps me going. Knowing that I will see him at least once keeps me going. He can't be dead. Not yet.

I hear a commotion going on outside of my room. What could possibly be happening? I just sit there dumbfounded.

The door bangs open and I can't believe my eyes. Tobias stands in the doorway for a moment before he runs to me.

He crouches down beside me and in a whisper he says, "Tris."

He's here. He's really here. He's not dead. I smile. I haven't smiled in a long time.

I know, I'm evil! Sorry for the cliffhanger lol.