I am so sorry that I took forever with this and it's not my fav chapter but the next one I shall do much better. I've had no net and not much time to write so I feel rusty and out of practice which you guys will probably see with this chapter..also I really had no idea what I could do with this chapter. I felt like I could have done more so I'll most likely be back to make some changes on it later. However I hope you enjoy the chapter which was inspired by the song Demons by Imagine Dragons and afew others but in the end Dragon's was my title choice and main influence. I will try my hardest to finish this story. now Read:
Knifes,
She remembered Knifes. Knifes with smooth easy to grip handles, being Al's mom kitchen Knifes the cool grey blades were rather dull but they would suffice for the purpose they were sneaked out of the house to fulfill. She was around the age of perhaps 12, her blonde hair had been braided and pulled into a bun and she wore a plain grey dress which was straight, stopped at her knees and had a white band around the waist, as it was a very hot summer day she was allowed to wear the dress which had no sleeves. Al was next to her dressed in a grey turtleneck which was snug on his round upper body and loose pants that were black and white .They were fairly deep in the forest surrounding the edge of their neighborhood and they were throwing knives at trees, a practice totally forbidden by her family however knife throwing gave her a special thrill and she wasn't half bad at it either. Tris couldn't tell either Robert or Susan about this practice; Robert definitely wouldn't find it interesting and Susan would outright condone it… so would Caleb for that matter he'd give her a long rant about his disappointment and then go off to tell their parents, She had Al though and she supposed that he was good enough, Al was always willing to do everything she did even if he was horrible at it and was the case he was horrible at knife throwing.
Beatrice flung the knife into the air and watched it soar to the make shift target board on the tree, it stuck on the very edge of the board and Beatrice huffed in frustration, she could hit the board but she could never get the exact center. And today she was especially off due to her anger, yes anger; she had been angry that day and had dragged Albert with her into the forest to blow off some steam. Once more Caleb had managed to make her feel insecure at home as some guest had praised his good behavior but a certain altercation between her and the bratty candor boy visiting house with his parents had caused her to be scolded.
'At least' she thought glancing over at the red head who was trying his hardiest to the hit the tree, 'I'm better than him.'
In the past half an hour of them reaching this spot Al had yet to hit the target once, even by accident though she shouldn't be surprised it's not like he'd managed to do so any day in the past few weeks they'd been coming here. She couldn't fight the giggle bubbling in her throat as his knife clattered to the floor not at all far from his feet. At the sound of her laughter Al tried again this time throwing the knife harder and with absolutely no focus, the knife sailed right pass the tree entirely. Tris' laughter burst freely from her lips while Al gave her a frustrated look, his round face a shade of red to match his hair.
"What was that Al?" Tris questioned once she had stopped laughing and taking deep breaths.
"I-it just slipped!" Al cried his weak attempt to defend his poor aim which made Tris laugh all the more.
"Sure it did Al, sure it did. Go get the knife Al if we don't return all your mom will know something's up for sure… why doesn't your mom ever lose anything?" Tris asked her voice laced with curiosity once her mirth faded away.
Al shrugged as he went to retrieve the knife. "I don't know." he replied "My mom seems to have a fear of losing or misplacing things, as well as growing old cause that causes forgetfulness."
"Your mom just seems so…OCD." Tris said shuddering a bit as she remembered the time she's accidentally knocked one of the dolls from Al's mother's Doll collection. had gone insane, freaking out over her valuable dolls later after she'd calm down from her freak-out Mrs.M then gone on to tell the stories behind how she's acquired each doll and accessory for them, Tris had been so glad when Al's father came home providing a distraction from the boring story time.
"Well we all have our quirks Trissy. We can't all be good at everything like you." Al said taking a place side of her as they gathered the knives.
"Ha. I am not good at everything! That's Caleb!" Tris retorted rolling her eyes "And don't call me Trissy!" she nudged him lightly as Al laughed at her reaction.
"But you are good at enough things." He continued "Like knife throwing you may not hit bulls eye but you're good much better than me, and you have a good drawing hand, and your grades are good too." Tris eyed him but he kept on talking, "You're not always very kind…" "HEY" Tris interrupted he ignored her "But your hearts in the right place and you can be selfless, you're curious in a good way and your brave and strong. I bet you'd stand in front a target and let someone throw knives at you if it was for a cause you saw fit." Albert finished grinning at her and Tris felt herself go a bit red at the praise.
Tris began to walk tucking a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear, she waited until Albert began following her to say "I don't think I'd ever be that brave even if it was for a good cause I mean what is something vital got hit!" she laughed a bit and paused in her walking as Al continued forward before looking back at her curiously.
"But thanks Al." she said warmly beaming at him. She'd never forget the shy but blissful look he'd given her then.
Tris awoke to murmured sounds however she couldn't feel much, her head was all blurry and she couldn't think straight. She struggled to sit up and two hands gently held her down opening her eyes Tris looked into the kind brown eyes of the school nurse. "You take it easy now dear the pain medication will still need some help in its job just lay still for a while, you have visitors." The dark skinned nurse said in a maternal voice gesturing to just behind her Tris was too tired to sneak a peek and re closed her eyes.
"Wow Tris pretty eye." came a voice she knew well. Tris cracked open her eyes in time to see Christina hitting Will lightly.
"Gee Tris the color black suits you but not that well." Christina chuckled weakly causing Will to hit her this time. Tris gave a small smile, her lips felt cracked and dry.
"Hi to you guys too." Tris croaked her eyes than latched onto Chris's face. "What happened to your face?"
"Look who's talking! Should we get you an eye patch?" Chris chuckled.
"I already know what my happened to my face, I'm asking about yours." Tris said.
"You're humor has improved Tris, but you still have a way to go." Will said grinning "Pain killers do wonders on your joking ability. Eric as we know is a slave driver and made us continue fighting after you were removed from the room and to answer your question I beat her up." He proudly thrusted his thumb towards his chest as Christina rolled her eyes.
"I cannot believe I/you lost to him." Christina and Tris said at the same time then shared small smiled as Will protested that he was a good fighter.
"Well I'll give you that, you were good." Christina said to him "I just need to prevent people from punching me in the jaw it would cut down my losing streak."
"You'd think you'd have figured that out a long time ago." Will winked at Chris "Now I know why you aren't Erudite, not too bright are you." Christina then hit him once more harder and they all shared a laugh before becoming serious again.
"Are you ok Tris?" Christina asked resting her hand on Tris' arm, Tris looked at her friend, her dark brown eyes conveyed only worry, a look the blonde had learnt to hate people having over her…well almost as much as she hated pity.
"Yea, I'm fine." Tris assured her, "I just wish I could stay in this infirmary forever and never have to see Peter." Christina frowned at that.
"Four really let him have it when he returned from carrying you here." Will said, "And we'll keep him away from you don't worry about him."
"Four! Four's who carried me here!" Tris said shocked. Will and Chris nodded in answer,
"It was shocking to see him interrupt the fight like that." Christina said in awe, Tris kept silent pondering over the fact that Four had been her savior.
'He probably just couldn't stand watching your pathetic attempts at defense anymore, it wasn't like he could care about one of his students who can't move past being a weakling.' came the voice that had recently begun inhabiting her head with her.
"You sure you ok? Do you want anything to eat? Lunch still has 30 minutes left...or would you like to rest a bit longer?" Christina asked noting silence.
"Resting would be nice." Tris replied and with that both Christina and Will stood up to leave.
"Really Tris don't worry about Peter." Will said again before he left, "Remember there is always Edward to beat him in hand to hand combat!" he and Christina burst out laugh and Tris gave small giggles as they exited the room, the nurse smiled at them from her desk before resuming with her work.
Sighing Tris sunk her body into the bed she's been provided, closing her eyes she allowed the calming sounds of the way too white room to sweep over her, she could hear the nurse speaking in low tones over the phone as she typed away on her keyboard, she could hear the wind lightly rustling the curtains and she could hear the loud cawing of crows in the distance as well as the distant murmurs of students on their lunch break. Her mind wandered to another memory, but she could only remember the basics of it.
It was the memory of the first time she'd been in a hospital she'd been six and her mom fell on the sidewalk of their house while bringing in groceries and had fallen and broken her arm, hearing her mother's scream had frozen her tracks in the doorway as she had been coming to greet her mom and she had busted into tears. But Caleb had already run for their dad. At the hospital the lady smiled way too brightly and was dressed in the amity colors of yellow and red but at least she'd made mom's arm better by resetting it.
Tris then turned her thoughts to her own faction, it seemed she was failing her school life as badly as she was failing her home one, maybe if she was fully suited to Dauntless instead of being split between 3 factions she'd be doing better.
'Perhaps I should tell my parents I'm divergent, maybe they'd be able to help me through this.I wonder if they'd show up on Visiting day..' Tris thought.
'Ha, tell them! For what? So they can finally confirm just how defective you are?! You are such a failure of a daughter! You can't honestly think they'd come to the school for you more like come for Caleb.' came the voice bitingly. 'You can't trust anyone! With any of your life's secrets you pathetic girl they'll think of you as some kind of freak always. No one should ever know any of your secrets.' The voice went on.
Tris felt her teeth as the tears rolled down her cheeks, she quickly turned her head but the nurse was too busy on the phone to notice her so there really wasn't much of a point. Tris felt weak and fed up.
'Didn't I swear before I came to school here that I wouldn't be weak anymore?" she whispered to herself. But she couldn't stop the tears cause she knew the truth, she wasn't as strong as Al swore she was so long ago, she was breakable and life would keep on hitting away at her until she wasn't just cracked but completely shattered.
Tris then drifted into sleep lulled their by the song of the crows outside the window.
Later Tris dragged her tired body out of the infirmary and into home Ec. Will and Christina and half the class were surprised to see her up and about, but Tris refused to give Peter the satisfaction of putting her in the infirmary all day.
Her head still blurred by the pain medication, the staggering blonde did her best to fulfill the instructions laid out by the Home Ec teacher a rounded lady, with braided brunette hair who obviously loved her food. Uriah who had heard about the incident by then Tris was sure half the school knew came to assist her but she waved him off insisting she could handle things herself. This decision was regretted as in the middle of chopping up some fruit a struggling to keep her eyes open Tris nearly sliced her finger off but realized and pulled the knife up before she could forge it any deeper into her skin. However damage had been done and deep red was already seeping from the long cut on her finger and staining her jutting board, the knife and a piece of the celery and Tris just stood there as the sight of the blood transported her to a much less pleasant time. Luckily both Uriah and Will were at her side one resumed cutting for her as the other located a piece of tissue and helped her wiped up the stains and tie up her finger.
With the two of them helping her Tris was able to get her batter mixed up and ready to pop into the oven; Peter had other plans however and it was not until she was tumbling towards the floor did Tris realize, his sized 9 foot clad in the very same shoe she'd spilled coffee on that day, had been in her way.
Uriah and Will ran forward to catch her but were too late. In true Tris bad luck style the scene played out like a comic book comedy scene, Tris fell her board of batter went flying, her hand caught unto someone else's bowl throwing it to the floor, her leg kicked up Myra's chopped fruit and those splattered everywhere , Uriah in his hurry sent what Marlene and Lynn had prepared everywhere, and when Tris finally lifted her embarrassed body of the floor she was greeted by the sight of where her batter bowl had landed… on top of the Home Ec teacher's head, and from the tomato red of those batter specked cheeks she was furious.
"BEATRICE PRIOR AND URIAH PEDRAD!"
That yell only confirmed how screwed Tris and Uriah knew they were and amplified their rage towards Peter.
"I cannot believe we got stuck having to clean up the entire Home Ec room after school." Uriah complained loudly to the deserted halls as he and Tris walked to the supply closet.
"That other class was attempting to create their own toxic waste I swear! What the heck is that stuck to those pans…." Uriah shuddered remembering the brown glop in the pans.
Tris remained silent as Uriah kept up his complaints, she felt too tired, she felt frustrated, she felt like a failure.
'You know you are.' snarled the voice nastily in her head. Suddenly the hair on the back of her neck stood up, she felt cold and then she heard the voice
'Poor Beatrice can't even keep her balance.' his voice.
In a panic Tris whirled around wildly almost knocking over Uriah and falling over himself until he caught her,
"Tris what's wrong?" he asked her.
"N-nothing" Tris said shakily "Just my mind playing tricks on me"
'Like you have no idea' Tris thought.
'I have so many games to play with you little doll.' came the cold voice in her head the words were something he'd say but twisted into her own voice.
"I guess everyone's minds do that at times." Uriah said smiling warmly at her before lapsing into silence.
The hallway was too quiet. Too quiet, Too quiet, Too quiet, was all Tris could hear herself chanting in her head.
"Well we're here." Uriah said stopping in front of the metal door to the supply closet.
It was alot smaller and more cramped than her old school and once inside Tris felt the creeping sensation of claustrophobia creeping into her senses. Uriah was close, too close. Trying to keep herself distracted Tris scanned the shelves trying to find the cleaning supplies they would need as Uriah did the same thing. Her hand slid over a bottle full of pale liquid as a shadow by the door caught her eye.
When the door suddenly slammed shut, encasing her and Uriah in darkness, Tris let out a shriek and caused to bottle to fall and break filling the room with the clean scent of lemon, Uriah quickly felt out for Tris and began shaking her by the shoulders in the darkness but she had already lost it and was screaming her head off.
Dark too Dark,
Hands grabbing groping too tight,
No escape,
Head feeling fuzzy
His voice,
Too much too much
Stop!
"TRIS!" came both Uriah's voice and the voice of another male.
Shocked out of her mind. Tris glanced towards the open hallway to see Four standing in the doorway his face was set hard but Tris could see the worry in his eyes.
"I saw someone lock the door, but I didn't get a good glimpse at them." Four said to Uriah the turned to Tris, "Tris what's wrong, did you get hurt?"
Tris could only look at the two boys staring at her with so much worry…so much pity.
She felt sick.
Before she could stop herself she felt her body bend helped by gravity, felt the bile rushing out her throat and heard the retching sounds. Horrified she looked at the ruined mess that was once Uriah's shoes.
"I am so sorry." She said before running from the room. She didn't get far before she was stopped by Four grabbing unto her arm.
"Let go of me!" she yelled trying to pull away from him.
"Tris what's wrong let me hel-"
"NO!" Tris shrieked like a wild animal.
"I don't need help yours or anyone's leave me alone!" she yelled pulling away from him
"I'll be here whenever you're ready to talk" she heard him yell behind her.
That night Tris was curled tightly into a ball on her bed. She was restless as she thought over every mistake she'd ever made her mind finding new ways to torment itself with how useless she was.
'Useless,' The voice in her head hissed at her over and over.
'Useless…' Tris repeated in whispers to herself over and over until she slid into the blackness.
And please Review, thanks guys. Happy Belated B-day again Cato sorry I din't get this up on the exact day.