Tris POV
In this strange but wonderful place, it is impossible to keep track of time. I could have been there for five minutes or three years and it would have felt the same. It feels like an infinity. Though eventually that infinity comes to end, either in death or life, so I guess technically it's not an infinity. I've been told I was living in this peaceful world for three weeks. Three weeks of relief before the repercussions began.
Reemerging from the land of misfit toys was a shock. It felt as if my whole mind had been ripped apart and put back together in less than a second. All of the sudden I saw brightness, white, blurs, nothing quite clear and all a huge shock. And the voices. All of these loud, obnoxious voices closing in on me from all sides yelling with blank sound. My instinct was to curl into a ball, but I found my body too weak to do even that simple task.
Gradually things came back into focus. I realized the brightness was from the light by my feet, and the white was the ceiling tiles. The blurs were the shadows of all the people surrounding my room and the voices them all celebrating that I was now aware of this cruel world. The first thought in my head was why are there people here? No one should care whether or not I live or die. And if they do care, they should want me dead like I do. They shouldn't be happy that I awake. Yet there they were.
Before I could get a good look at any of them to figure who the hell was waiting for me to recover, they all suddenly left the room. That made more sense to me. They must have mistaken me for someone else and then left once they realized they had made a mistake. What occurred next though was what most confusing for me.
A person entered my room, who I realized was a doctor once they had reached my side.
"Hello Beatrice, welcome back to the world of the conscious mind. Your friends will be back here in a second, I just wanted to talk to you alone for a few minutes," the doctor began.
Before he could finish his thought I interrupted him explaining how I had no friends. In response he laughed and corrected his statement to the large group of people my age who have visited me everyday since I've been here. He then continued his lecture.
"Anyways, as I was saying, I wanted to talk privately with you about what we plan to do to hopefully prevent us from being in this situation."
"So how you're going to kill me?" I asked hopefully.
"Nope, how we're going to make you want to live again. We were originally planning to keep you here for about a month and begin you on medication and therapy. However, the people who have been visiting you explained that you have ties to the dauntless, so we are instead going to release you to their infirmary where they will decide on a treatment plan. Does that sound ok Beatrice?"
"Just dandy," I responded sarcastically.
The doctor once again laughed and bid his goodbye before exiting the room. As soon as he stepped out, the group of people who had earlier been in my room, whom I now identified as Fours group of friends reentered. There was one key person missing though and that was his royal highness himself.
Christina was the one who ended up standing next to my head so I turned my head slightly and questioned her on Four's absence. She seemed nervous to tell me but eventually launched into her explanation. To say it was shocking was an understatement. I knew that Four had some issue and that was why he had the scars on his back, but his story goes way beyond what my imagination had conjured up.