Tris's POV

"Uriah? Uriah where are you?" I call out Uriah's name as I stumble around the Pit, but he is nowhere to be found.

In fact, I can't find any one in the Pit. It's as if all of Dauntless packed up and left, and I just didn't get the memo. Yet despite the fact that I can't find anyone, it's Uriah that I'm worrying for. It's not that I care about him more than Tobias, I just feel as if he's in danger. And I feel as if it's my fault.

I stumble to the edge of the Chasm, the sound of its roaring water filling my ears. The bottom looks so much farther away than usual. So much darker.

As my eyes adjust to the darkness I realize that someone is down there. Limbs twisted unnaturaly, dark eyes staring blankly up at me. Al? No. Al had lighter skin.

"Who is it?" I whisper to myself. Who would jump? And why do I feel as if the person at the bottom of the Chasm is there because of me? Why am I suffocated by guilt?

"You can be so clueless sometimes." A cold voice pierces my thoughts. Ava. I slowly turn around, mentally turning my body to stone. I won't break against her, I will not loose again.

"It's Uriah. You killed him, Beatrice. You killed him." Ava smirks cruelly, and I feel my legs weaken. I don't bother to respond.

I quickly turn back around and clutch the iron railing. My knuckles turn white and my entire body feels cold with my former mothers piercing eyes watching my back.

I stare down at the face, the body. Deep brown eyes, dark skin. A muscular body, now twisted out of shape against the unforgiving rocks. It is Uriah. Uriah, who sacrificed his safety for me. Uriah, who loves me. Uriah, who I could never love. Uriah, who I killed.

I jolt up, sweat pouring down my face. I fall across Tobias's gently sleeping body and onto the floor. I run into the kitchen and stumble around in search of a glass. When I find one I turn the tap on as cold as possible and chug the glass.

I don't remember why I'm so scared. I knew what my dream was when I ran out of our bedroom, but I lost it somewhere between drinking water and deep breathes. That's the way dreams work. They are meant to be lost, and maybe that's for the best. Whatever made the blood in my veins pump like this should be forgotten. Sometimes it's easier to forget the painful things.

I know that I won't be able to get back to sleep, not like this. Instead I slip on a black sweatshirt and pull on a pair of black jeans. I pull my hair into a ponytail, but don't do any makeup.

I lace up my combat boots and scribble a note to Tobias in case he wakes up. I don't want him to worry, and I have something I need to do.

I haven't done this for almost three months. So much could have changed. I might not be Six anymore, and that's scary.

I take a deep breath and push my fear away, as is the point of the fearscape. I open the oblong black box, putting the back on the bottom as I gently pick up they syringe. Its orange liquid looks menacing. I shut my eyes and plunge the syringe into my neck.

My hands fall to my side, dropping the box. And then everything goes black.

My first fear is the same. Crows.

Their sharp talons dig into the skin on my shoulders and their squawking fills my ears.

I crouch to the ground, just as I did the first time I faced this fear. I feel the cold of my gun press to my skin, instantly making me feel powerful. I am not the one who should be afraid. They are.

I leap up, first shooting the bird on my shoulder. It's warm blood sprays onto my skin before it falls off of me. The rest fall quickly, their black cloud growing smaller and smaller, until they disappear all together.

One fear down. Five to go.

My surroundings change as a glass boxes appears around me. Water begins to tickle the bottom of my thighs and I calmly close my eyes. I tried to break it with shear force before, but that didn't work in this simulation. I have to imagine it breaking. I have to make it break.

And I do. The glass shatters around me, the little amount of water spilling onto my ground. That was easy, but it was no less scary. The fear of imagining not being able to break the glass, the idea of actually having to live out drowning, that's almost as scary as actually being there.

My third fear is different. It's worse.

I am strapped to a table, the bright light above me blinding my eyes. The light is blocked as a silhouette leans over me. Ava is here yet again.

"Beatrice, take a deep breath. We just want to look in your head. It will only hurt a bit." Ava grins at me, her smile just a bit too happy.

"No." I struggle against the thick black bonds holding me to the table. I begin to panic as I realize that I can't break them, that they are too strong. And I am too weak.

Ava begins to move in, holding a sharp tool. I scream, but her hand continues to slowly move in towards my head. She's going to cut me open, dissect me, find out what makes me different.

"No." I say again forcefully and begin to violently thrash against my bonds. "No!" I scream more frantically.

In the moment before the tool should meet my skin the room fills with light, blinding me. Ava flies through the air and is slammed against the wall opposite me. Her body slumps to the ground and the tool slips out of her hands.

I did that. I did that to her. I beat her.

My third fear is the same. The fire. This time I don't even give myself time to feel the burn; as soon as I see the flames licking at my feet, I bring the rain. I know how to this time.

The sound of Peter's cackle from the last fear is still ringing in my ears as the world changes around me. Steam turns to blue sky, wood to grass. I am in a field, and I am not alone.

Uriah stands across from me, his hands half in his pockets and his back slouched. I don't understand. This isn't scary. I'm not scared of Uriah.

"Hey, Tris." Uriah smiles at me.

"Uriah?" I nod, my voice sounding more like a question than a greeting. I am waiting for the blow, the fear factor.

"Why did you kill me?" Uriah questions. He doesn't even sound accusatory, he's just asking me a simple question.

"I didn't kill you." I say cautiously, taking a step closer to him.

"Yes you did." Uriah frowns at me, and turns around. The hair on the back of his head is matted with red, with blood. I can barely make out the hole in his skull. Somebody shot him.

"I didn't do that." I feel a tear roll down my cheek as Uriah turns back around.

"YES YOU DID!" Uriah suddenly roars, making me cringe. "YOU LET YOUR MOTHER LOOK INSIDE ME! THE OTHERS DISCOVERED ME! THEY KILLED ME! AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!" Uriah screams, his face contorting in anger.

"No." I whisper, tears rolling faster down my face. I don't know how to face this fear.

"YES! I AM DEAD, AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!" Uriah yells, stepping towards me.

"No." I say again, more forcefully.

"Prove it." Uriah hisses, his face only inches from mine. How can I prove it?

"I didn't kill you. This isn't my fault. None of this is." I say calmly. I know that I'm lying, but maybe that's the point. Maybe I'm supposed to realize that some things are out of my control.

"Okay." Uriah whispers, before he begins to fade. The outline of his body becomes blurry, and I can see through him to the field behind him.

And then he disappears entirely. I don't understand how I beat this fear if I'm still shaking. The fear is gone, and but I didn't beat it.

The next fear is only slightly different. My family. My mother, my father, my brother, and Tobias. A gun in my hand. And a countdown.

"Ten." Jeanine's voice pierces the air.

"It's okay." My mother whispers. This woman isn't Ava, this is my real mother. My selfless, beautiful, truthful mother.

"Nine!" Jeanine hisses. "I love you, Tris." Tobias smiles sadly at me. It's almost worse having him here. He wasn't here before, but now he's a part of my real family. And he's here to watch me die.

"Eight!"

I can't kill them. I know that. And now I have to listen to the countdown to my death.

"Seven!" Jeanine calls out, her voice taunting.

"Go ahead, Tris." Caleb says softly. "I understand. It's okay."

"Six!" The barrel of Jeanine's gun presses into the nape of my neck. This isn't real. None of this is real.

"Five!"

"You don't have any other option." My father nods stiffly at me. Ah, but I do, father. There is always another option.

"Four!"

"Do it, Tris." Tobias talks like he is my trainer again, not Tobias. Even if he sounds like Four, his eye's are still Tobias's. And just looking into them gives me all the power I need to allow myself to die.

"Three!"

"Hurry!" My mother warns.

"Two!" Jeanine's voice is even crueler than usual.

"Shut up! All of you!" My gun clatters to the ground. "I love you! Okay?" I yell weakly.

"One!"

There is a click. And then there is darkness.