I was called in fourth, my nerves and fright coming back in full force as I stood and made my way into the test room. Immediately, my eyes honed in on the test chair like in the aptitude test rooms. Four stood beside me patting the chair for me to sit on. My fears were coming alive. We were being put into a simulation to face our fears and there wasn't anything we could do but to try and face them.
"The simulation will teach you to control your emotions in the midst of a frightening situation." Four explains, wiping an alcohol swab across my neck. I move my hair and await for the needle to pierce my skin. I don't feel it, reminiscent of the years of torture I put myself through. I guess sometimes it did make me stronger.
Four made his way back to the table behind a computer monitor, confusing me. He didn't attach any wires to monitor my simulation. I didn't know the serums were so advanced. "There's a transmitter."
"Yes," Four gives me a curt smile, as my vision starts to waver. I can feel the simulation beginning to take effect. My sweats were only getting worse, anticipating what I may face. I took a deep breath. I was dauntless. I could do this.
When my eyes next open, I am all alone. I wasn't in the training room, or a bathroom like I had expected. No, this was another fear. One I didn't know I even had. I looked around, it was nothing but a black abyss. I couldn't see anything, or hear anything. However I knew this wasn't the fear. The worst was still to come. I didn't mind being alone. My heartbeat didn't speed up, in fact the darkness calmed me, preparing me. Until it started.
I heard footsteps. Slow and even. One step. It was from my left, but nothing was there. Two steps. On my right. I found myself turning around anxiously trying to find the source of the steps. Soon enough, I could hear thousands of steps around me, but still I saw nothing. I was starting to feel the nerves again, but still I wasn't afraid. I was confused. A chill ran up my spine, as if someone had touched my lower back. I turned, no one was there. Suddenly, I felt constricted. Like there were arms wrapped around my holding me in place. A set around my arms, legs and torso. I felt a pressure on my face, as if a hand was sliding across it. I glanced down, and that was exactly what I saw. Many hands were reaching for me, constricting me. I was starting to panic.
I attempted to yell out, tell the things to get off of me, but I couldn't. One had a hand wrapped over my mouth, holding it closed. More hands came at me out of the darkness, big red eyes slowly appearing in the distance. The figures began to take shape. Deformed humans were forming, with mangled body parts, strange mutations. But they weren't human. They were a shadow color. An apparition if you will. Their eyes, I noticed, were red from blood that was seeping out of their sockets. I couldn't move. I struggled, trying to force the creatures of me, my screams of terror muffled by the many hands now covering me. I was stuck.
I felt hot tears streaming down my face. I didn't know what to do. I knew I had to calm down, but I couldn't. How could anyone be calm with this situation? I wrenched one arms free, the hands holding on, trying to pull it down to restrict me again, but I fought against them. I screamed through closed lips, trying my hardest to lash out, but I couldn't. My emotions were running to high. I was too scared. I was terrified. I had never felt fear like this before. I was sweating so bad. More tears flowed, but they felt different. They ran in a continuous line down my cheeks, hotter than before. I managed to get my hand to my face long enough to see the blood that was on it. I was turning into one of them.
Angered, terrified and exhausted, I decided I had to finish this. I screamed, fighting as hard as I could against the things that held me. I could feel their resolve wavering, but so was mine.
"No!" I screamed, exploding with energy. The hands retreated, some even sent flying backwards. I puffed, heaving gasping for breath. I swiped dramatically at my face as the simulation ended.
"That was the worst thing I have seen in my life." I gasped, still rubbing harshy at my face. I can feel the hands lingering on my body; feel the blood staining my cheeks. I can still feel it all! "It won't go away!"
"Calm down, Zania." Four said softly, placing his hand on my head. I could feel the tears still running down my cheeks, but they were heavy. I could smell the copper scent of blood, lingering in my senses. I didn't want to feel it anymore, but it was all still so present. "Over coming fears isn't easy."
"You don't think I know that!?" I yelled, not caring if anyone can hear outside. I didn't need a lecture from Four. I knew as much, if not more than he did. I had lived through fears. Burning? I suffered severe injuries overcoming that one. "I know it's hard I have done it before! I don't need you to tell me otherwise!"
I was angry with myself. That went much worse than I was expecting. In every shadow, every hallway I could feel the presence of those things from my simulation. They were following me, following me from my mind into my reality. I stormed out of the room, and hurried down the hallway to the dormitory, where I sat in the corner of the room, where it was lit, and curled up. I couldn't face it. I couldn't shake these feelings. I slapped at my arms as the feelings returned, and rubbed my face till it was sore. I looked at the time. It was almost time for lunch, but I couldn't face it. There was too many people there, and too much darkness on the way. Don't get me wrong, the dark doesn't scare me… it's what's in the dark.
I didn't face or beat my fear today. If anything, this simulation made it worse. All I could think, all I could feel was what I saw inside myself. I was supposed to be strong, brave, but I couldn't. I broke down. I didn't want to move. So I didn't. I just wrapped my arms around my knees and stared at the dark corner across from me, those same, bleeding eyes staring right back at me. I couldn't move from that position for hours. I was so terrified to move, in case it came for me. It mimicked me, sat in the opposite corner, waiting for me to make a move. I couldn't blink, or it would be over.
This would be the end of me.

**3rd Person!** (I have to finish this chapter in this POV because it is too short and Zania is out of action).

Christina, Tris and Will stood in the room, staring in concern at Zania. She hadn't moved from her position in the corner all day since returning from her simulation. In the hour since Will got back, he hadn't seen her blink once. Her eyes were locked on the far corner, where it was dark. Will didn't understand.
He flinched, looking over his shoulder, swearing he had heard the groans from his simulation. He looked back at Zania, suddenly understanding. This was the effects of the simulation. Everyone was going through them. Al laid in bed, unmoving.
After the event from earlier, even Tris didn't speak. She remembers vividly, not only the crows from her simulation, but the image of walking into the room, finding Peter amongst a crowd of the initiates, dauntless-born and transfer, excluding Zania who sat in the corner, reading out a degrading article about Abnegation and her father. It was as clear as it was when it had happened. She also remembers that Zania didn't flinch during the entire ordeal. Whatever she could see that no one else could, it has her paralyzed with fear.
Christina walked closer to her, but as she did, Zania began to scream. Everyone was scared. Zania clawed at her arms, legs and face, drawing blood. She rubbed at her eyes, which were now red raw. Christina stepped back, too scared to get any closer. Will moved in, trying to restrain her, but Zania screamed louder and lashed out at him, leaving four long red scratch marks down his face. Will backed up, unsure of what else to do. They couldn't let her continue to harm herself.
Al sat up bolt straight in his bed, hearing the commotion. He had been crying, evident by his bloodshot eyes and tear strained cheeks. He covered his ears to block out the screaming. Blood was running down Zania's face, arms and legs and she cried, scratching her arms violently.
Tris, Christina and Will ran from the room, hoping to find someone who could help. They ran into Four, who could hear the screaming for himself from the pit. Most of the compound could. Four's eyes were wide, he was bouncing on his heels, alert. Before anyone could say anything, another blood curdling scream echoed down the hall. Four took off, the other three in tow behind him as they ran for the dorm. Without waiting, Four busted in, the door slamming against the wall, leaving a dent. He walked slowly over to Zania, who had since dug deep gashes into her body.
Tris looked on in horror. It was obvious to tell that Zania wasn't consciously thinking. If she was thinking at all. She couldn't see them, only the horrors that she is imagining. "I don't understand, she seemed fine." Says Four.
"We heard her yell at you." Will pointed out, all of them unsure about how to deal with Zania. Christina gingerly placed her cold fingers on the scratches that ran from the corner of Will's left eye down to his jaw. They weren't bleeding, but they would show for a while.
"What do we do? She hurt Will and look at her!" Christina yelled above the screams. A crowd had formed around the door, Uriah being one of them. Once he set his gaze on his best friend, his eyes widened.
"Zania!" He screamed, running in to her before anyone could stop him. Zania only seemed to scream louder, if possible, but Uriah didn't stop. The blood, the scratches, her screaming. He couldn't handle seeing his best friend like that. Uriah continued to call Zania's name hoping it would clear her mind. He even grabbed hold of her arms, but Zania just swung her head forward in her struggle, hitting Uriah hard. The kick to the stomach was what completely made Uriah give up on her.
"Eric's here!" Someone called from outside the dorm, the crowd making a hole for Eric to walk through. He seemed annoyed, until his eyes fell on Zania. Instantly, Tris noted, a tear fell from his eye. Anger replaced Eric's shocked face as he swung around to face the crowd.
"Clear out the lot of you!" He yelled, at the top of his lungs, slamming the door closed in the process. He ran over to Zania, softly calling her name. Something in Zania's eyes changed hearing his voice. Her screaming seemed to slow. "Zania, please. Shh, it's ok. I'm here. It's Eric."
Four, Uriah, Tris, Christina, Will and Al all seemed surprised by Eric's actions and words. No one really knew what happened between the two. Sure they were closer than Eric has ever been with anyone before, but maybe they were closer than everyone anticipated. What surprised them most was what happened next.
Zania had since stopped screaming, but instead, heavy sobs wracked her body. She hadn't stopped scratching at her arms, or rubbing her face, but it had lessened. Eric took hold of her arms, continuing to speak softly to Zania as he drew her into a tight hug. Eric had shed a few more tears of distress, not knowing what to do, but whatever he had done seemed to calm her down.
Zania stopped scratching at herself, coming back to her senses and looked at Eric, still crying. She tightened her hold on him. "I'm sorry." She sobbed, her face buried into his shoulder. "I don't know what's wrong. It was so bad."
"It's ok, I am here for you. I'm always here, you know that." He whispered back to her, running his hand over her hair. Zania slightly shook her head, but didn't release her hold.
"You left me," She wept, her voice risen ever so slightly. Everyone else in the room was silent, watching the exchange. Even Four, who had known Eric for two years before hand, had never seen Eric so compassionate. He looked scared during the whole event, even cried for this girl he had known for a little over a week. "I woke up and you weren't there."
"I had to go. Max needed me. I sent Uriah to find you." He explained, leaning back to look Zania in the eye. Zania had stopped crying, a few lone tears still trailing down her cheeks. Zania laughed, a small amount of hysteria bubbling inside her. She hit Eric's chest playfully, causing him to grin.
"You left me on the training room floor, asshole." She retaliated. And like that, she was better. But how long would it last? Tris could see that Zania wasn't really over it and that the second Eric left her side, it would all happen again.