I rest that morning, with a strange dream. It's been a while since I'd had one, and I thought it was just my brain too tired and confused to conjure up any.

I wake in a field. It is filled with flowers, yellow and red. The sky is a nice calming shade of blue, and there is a trail made up of gray stones. In the middle of the field, a few yards away from where I stand, is a well, with rusty black and white stones. I am wearing clothes that have a strange texture, like it is made out of coal. The set up look beautiful, in it's own odd way. I've never seen so many colors all at once in my whole life.

I am observing every detail of the place, when suddenly in the middle of a patch of the yellow and red flowers grows a huge tree, that looks exactly like the Amity symbol. I look up at the sky, and a huge eye looks down at me, like the symbol of Erudite. The black and white well reforms itself so it is now shaped like a tipped scale instead of a well, like the Candor symbol. A sudden earthquake occurs, and the rocks making the trail separate into the air, spinning rapidly until they stop, and it looks like the Abnegation symbol, facing me. I feel a sensation, starting in my feet at first, and then all over my body. I look down and see that my whole body is up in flames. My clothes that seemed to be made out of coal was coal. I scream as the flames envelope me, and there is no water or anything, but I know that even if I were to find any, I would keep burning, until I became nothing but a pile of ashes. I screams as my coal shirt starts glowing of orange, and I look again painfully to see the coal shirt has the symbol of Dauntless flames, as the flames as the fire envelopes me. My knees crumble, and I fall, and the fire that was on my now burns the whole field, burning down the tree. The scale quavers and crumbles, and the sky turns purple and blue, and starts to rain, dissolving the eye. The abnegation symbol crushes into itself and falls, now just one huge rock, that gets bigger and bigger until it is mountain sized, where rocks and lava starts flowing out of it. I am still burning, and the rain seems to do nothing about it.

I wail as the scene flurries in my imagination. An earthquake, a lightning storm, a volcano erupting, and fire, all at once. I am in the middle of it.

I gasp awake, sweat or tears covering my cheeks.

"Tris?" I hear a voice say. I look around. There is no field, no sky, no well, and no trail. My clothes are what I wore to bed last night, not coal. I am in a small apartment. Four's apartment.

"Yes?" I croak, not knowing where he is. I look at my side, and there he is. Sitting on the floor, one knee bent, the other stretched across the floor. His head pokes out from the side of my mattress. He gives me a curious look. "You were crying in your sleep." He says. He is silently asking me to tell him what happened.

I shake my head, and stifle a sob. He sighs, frustrated. "Why don't you tell my anything?"

"You don't tell me anything either." I snap back, wiping the tears off my cheeks. "I don't know anything about you, not even your real name. Why should I tell you a thing?"

He glares at me silently, and color rushes in his cheek, and I glare back, not daring to look away from his gaze.

"We should probably go. It's almost seven, and we have to get you home by nine." He says, tearing his stare away from mine, and gets up from his floor, which he slept on.

I go into his bathroom, and rinse my mouth and splash my face with with cold water. looking into the mirror once I'm done. I am shocked to see myself, since I am never very conscious of things like my appearance, and mirrors aren't allowed in Abnegation.

I walk out, and when I come back, Four is leaning on the door to his apartment, with fresh clothes on. He tilts his jaw toward the door, and I follow him out toward the trains.

My parents are coming for dinner today. I have to clean my house, and cook dinner.

I won't see Dauntless until tomorrow. I have to do my job for Four.

I wonder suddenly, if I hadn't met Four on the train tracks that day, would it have been good for me or bad for me. Good since I would never have seen Dauntless.

Bad because it makes me want the life I never could have.

Short, and bad, I know. I've had a writers block, we all have em, so chill. Summer's almost here, and I hate sunlight, so I guess I'll stay inside more often, which means more updates on my stories :3 I'm also thinking up more twists for the story, and well... the thing is, it's easy to think of stories, but harder to type it out, so I'm still working, anyway, this is just part one, so enjoy