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IceFire15

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To: IceFire15

Seriously? That's actually awesome lol! I didn't know that people actually got into this story that much! I kinda thought this chapter was like really boring and uninvolved… I was writing it in small sections at a time so I didn't feel that good about it. I think I really need to write a chapter all in one sitting for me to think it's ok… I'm so glad you have consistently read and wrote reviews to my story! I love reading them! Thanks so much!

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Hope you enjoy chapter 11!

Tobias

"Yo, Four!" Zeke shouts out.

I don't move. My position in this cold hallway is unnecessary, but I won't budge.

"Bro, what's wrong?"

My body is unresponsive. I can see him. But my eyes are about the only thing in me that is working correctly right now. His voice seems muffled, like he's speaking to me under water.

He grabs my shoulders and starts to shake them. It makes my entire body feel like jelly.

"Four, are - you - okay?" He asks slowly

"Mhm." Is the only word I can manage to squeeze out.

"Dude you're not okay. What's going on?"

I lift up my shoulders, then drop them back down with slow movements.

"What happened?"

"Tris." I state.

He furrows his eyebrows and looks me straight in the eye. "I thought you would be happy to find out she's back. It's surprising but..."

He stops his sentence and his eyes become alarmed.

"Four, what happened out here?"

I suck in a breath. "She doesn't want to see me." I mumble, dejected.

"What…?"

"She. Doesn't. Want. To. See. Me."

His voice grows quiet. "That can't be right… you guys are like a dauntless power couple."

"Well she's over me so…" I turn my head to the ground. He can't see me cry. I never have in front of him before. Not here. Not now. Please.

"Are you sure?" He questions like he's treading on thin ice. Like at any moment, I will break. But he shouldn't have to worry about that, because I think I already am broken. Ever since she gave me that icy glare.

"Yes." I just want to be left alone. Why can't he see that?

"I'm sorry mate." He said looking at his feet.

"Yeah. Me too." I turn and start to walk away.

I get to my apartment and push through the door. I slam it closed and the room shakes.

"Damn it Tris!" I scream out.

I clench my fist and throw it at the wall. I hear a crack. I really don't feel any pain. I see the blood against my wall. And I see the dent in it. I don't care. I whip my head around and find an object close to me. I lunge at it. My arms throw it towards the wall with everything I have in me. I look at the ground. Splintered pieces of wood rest on the ground. They are the remains of an old chair. Blood is pumping throughout my body. The veins are pulsing in my arms. I slam a bottle against a hard surface and watch it shatter to the floor. It lands right next to the wood. I slam my shoulder to the wall. Why won't the pain leave me?! I grab at my wrist and dig my nails into the flesh. I feel the heat from the blood but no pain. I can only feel pain in my chest.

"AHHH!" I roar.

I throw myself at the wall again and again. I try different angles. I try banging my fists against it. Nothing.

I fall against the cool plane. I slide slowly to the floor. Tears bubble out of my eyes. Hot, wet tears. I squeeze the lids shut. My hands find my hair and I pull at it. I shout and scream and yell. But the pain doesn't subside. I press my nails into the palms of my hands. Tears collide with others and they all stream down my face and then drop to the ground. All I can do is cry. Right now, that's my only solution. I have no logical response or no way to handle this correctly, so I just let the small droplets fall.

I stumble blindly to my bedroom. I find my bed and drop to it. The tears still don't stop. Then, everything goes black.

My feet are cold. My body is cold. I look down and see black. I look up and see gray. Then, I feel more coldness. Looking down, I see black seeping over my feet. But it's not black. It the deepest blue I have ever witnessed. It is water. And I am on a stone in the middle of the ocean. The waves grab and pull at my legs. My body is weak. I shake every time the waves hit me. They almost seem angry. The way they fall, it's like they want to hurt me. The ocean grows louder and with a rush of wind to assist it, I fall. The water lapses around my body. I flail my arms. It just starts to swallow me. I swing my eyes back and forth before my face is pulled underneath the furious ocean. I see her. Everything stops. She stands on a rock. I gurgle out her name. She smiles genuinely, like she's happy that I'm drowning, and gives me a wave goodbye. The waves come back with even more rage than before. They clasp onto my body. The last thing I see is her cold, unforgiving eyes. And then I sink. Deeper and deeper into the dark. My lungs are being crushed. But the only thing I can think of is her eyes. I'm dying. I am dying and she doesn't care.