A/N: Hey all, sorry I didn't update sooner but I wrote out most of this chapter a couple of days ago and...my iPad crashed and the chapter didn't save. Anyways, I'm gonna respond to your wonderful reviews now because...reasons.
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"Sleep with one eye open, Because, Sleep with one eye open" - Sleep With One Eye Open, Bring Me The Horizon
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"Tris," I look back up at him and notice how close our lips are. The thought of his lips on mine sends that warm feeling coursing through my body. He leans in slightly, and so do I. And just as our lips are millimeters apart, a bloodcurdling scream pierces our ears.
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Four and I glance at each other for a millisecond before I take off sprinting. He follows me, barely catching up. I guess all of that training we've been doing has really paid off. Somewhere along the way towards the gymnasium, I loose my heels and the cold grass tickles my feet as I run. When I reach the back exit of the gym, I stop mid-step, causing Four to slam into me. Thankfully, he catches me before I land in the pool of blood.
Lying on the ground with a silver butter knife from the snack table stuck in his eye, is Edward.
Myra stands above him, a plastic tiara crowning her head, covering her mouth with her hand. A few standers have looks of horror and disgust painted on their faces. I smell a fowl stench and assume someone threw up at the sight of this much blood.
Who could do something so...horrifying? I think to myself. I realize Four has not removed his hands from my waist where he caught me and force myself not to blush. This is not the time to let silly warm feelings overcome me.
Before I realize what I'm doing, I'm kneeling by an unconscious Edward, dialing 911.
"911, whats your emergency?" The operator, a sweet southern sounding lady asks me.
"Uh...my classmate, he was- he was knocked unconscious and there's a butter knife sticking out of his eye." I do my best to explain the complicated situation as Myra starts to sob uncontrollably. The operator stays silent, I don't know whether she's disgusted or in shock. I'm guessing both.
"Alright hon, is there anything else that you can see damaged or...impaled?" She asks, choosing her words carefully. I look back at Edward and gag a bit. His nose is purple and bruised and I see some blood around his upper lip.
"I think his nose is broken."
"Okay hon, make sure no one tries to move your classmate or cause any further damage. Try to clear out the area as much as you can. Can you do that sweetie?" I nod, but remember she can't see me.
"Yeah."
"Alright, good. Now whats the address?" I give her the school's address and notice some people have already left the scene. Must have been too awful to watch.
"Okay hon, I'm sending an ambulance right now. Stay there, okay?"
"Okay."
"Be brave darlin'." And with that, the line goes dead.
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It takes fifteen minuets for the ambulance to get here. That's fifteen minuets of Myra's sobs, Four's emotionless expression, and my own thoughts filling my head. I don't know who or what did this to Edward, but whoever it is they are cruel and heartless. Peter comes to mind more than once, but I push those thoughts aside. Not even Peter is that disturbed.
When the ambulance finally arrives, I watch the medics load Edward's unconscious body into the vehicle. Myra gets in as well, not wanting to leave the "love of her life's" side. I secretly envy her and Edward's love for eachother. I wish someone loved me as much as Myra does Edward.
Once the ambulance rounds the corner, Four and I head back inside. Christina rushes up to me, a worried look on her face.
"I heard what happened, is everything alright?" She asks hopefully. I sigh.
"I honestly don't know yet Christina. I only called 911."
"Yeah but you calling 911 might save Edward's life!" Christina shrieks a bit too loudly since a few heads turn our direction.
"I'm going to go. Tell Zeke I 'm in the car." Without another word, Four leaves me and Christina standing by the back exit, still a little shaken by all that's happened in the past sixty minuets.
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The dance ends only twenty minuets after Four heads out to the car. I didn't do much dancing, unlike my friends, so I'm not nearly as tired (or intoxicated) as the rest are. Uriah slowly drops us off one by one, until it's only him, Four and I left in the car, since Zeke is spending the night at Shauna and Lynn's.
It feels like forever until Uriah pulls up to my house, his headlights undoubtedly waking up my parents. He turns back in the van to speak to me.
"Bye Tris." He says, giving me wide grin. I return the grin and get out of the van without a word. Before closing the door, I notice Four is looking at me, deep in thought. I tell myself to ignor the giddy feeling bubbling in my stomach since he is most likely just spacing out. I slam the van door close and make my way inside my house, the giddy feeling still residing in my stomach.
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A/N: Sorry that was so short and crappy! Review and let me know what you think!
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