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Hey fellow fan fic writers :)

It has been quite a while since i wrote anything for this site, but every once in a while I get inspired by a good book and cannot help wanting more.

If the author cannot publish books fast enough to quench my needs, I have no choice to continue the adventure myself :)

I just read the first two books of the Divergent trilogy by Veronica Roth and am left with a complete cliff hanger at the end of the second novel.

I NEED MORE. So I'll do it myself :)

Down below is a story I wrote back in 8th grade, I think it's kind of cool, take a look at it if you want.

I wasn’t aware of anything, anything but the echo of a scream. The scream was piercing, the sound made it hard to concentrate on anything else. The voice sounded more than familiar. I still couldn’t put a name on it.

It was ringing in my ears. Not annoying but agonizing. Not for fear but for pain.

The feeling in the pit of my stomach was something I didn’t understand at all. It didn’t feel like nails on a chalkboard, but like my soul was just ripped out stepped on.

The echo continued, while my stomach lurched. The same sound repeating again and again, and never seized to startle me every time it crescendoed to the climax.

My heart was pounding into my rib cage so hard that it hurt and made my ever-speeding breaths stagger.

The throb of each heartbeat was the only thing I could feel. It was the only thing I could think about. My mind was blank. There was nothing there. It was just darkness. I was in here alone, there was no one else with me. The only thing in my mind, the only thing I could focus on besides the blackness, was the scream. Maybe that’s why it seemed so loud, because it was everywhere.

The scream was in every heartbeat, in every breath, in every corner of my mind no matter how hard I searched. We were alone.

The pain from the scream was all over. It was in my every movement. The pain was so distinct, so unparalleled.

The only other feeling in my body was not pain, no, not the same anyways. It was more like a burn. And, that, I could only feel after my heartbeats slowed. The agony from before hadn’t seized, far from it. I just grew stronger with every heartbeat, being able to bear it more and more.

The burn was a fire, more noticeable now than before. On my wrist I could feel it, with the pulse of blood underneath making it more unendurable. The burning grew, became even more distracting than the scream still reiterating in every inch of me.

I became instantly aware of my aching muscles as I tried to move, anything to stop the burn.

I heard something like a groan come out of my throat and turn into a scream as I clutched my wrist with my other hand. I had no idea how to stop the burn but my curiosity flared.

My eyes flew open and I froze.

Every pain seized. All that was left was the booming heartbeats and my heavy breathing.

Suddenly I could feel. I could think. My mind had something more to focus on so the flame in my wrist was faint. I didn’t move my eyes. I was straining to see through the dark. It was night. Before my eyes could focus the sound of crickets became profound, the sound of rustling leaves, the sound of the howling wind. As my eyes focused I saw trees and leaves everywhere the grass was green and luscious, the leaves on the trees were turning yellow and orange.

A leaf flew above my head and I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. My breath caught and I pushed my bear feet against the solid surface beneath me. This made me fall about a foot to the ground where I landed on the freezing cold grass and rolled to my feet facing the direction where the movement came from.

My eyes narrowed, I didn’t know why. A self-preservation instinct maybe? But preserve myself of what? What danger was there here? I hated that my mind drew a blank and I could answer any of my own questions. It was frustrating.

I saw a boy facing me. No, not a boy, he was too old to be a boy, nearly a man. His silver eyes that reflected the light of the moon were the first thing that caught my attention. As he caught my gaze, a sense of relief washed through me and my eyes widened. Why, why this sense of relief? Still I could find no answer.

Unfathomable silver. His eyes agonized. Pain I could not understand. Every barrier between us was down. He let me see any emotion he was feeling in those few seconds before I started breathing again. As soon as I found my breath he blinked and anything he let me see was buried back in those deep silver eyes that knew way too much.

I could find no words. A million questions washed through me. All of them probably completely irrelevant to anything he had to tell me, or the reason he was here.

I was so focused on his eyes, one thing, that I was suddenly aware of the burning again and a groaned and fell to my knees. My eyes closed and I was gripping my wrist again. I felt a pressure on the bare skin of my shoulder, a touch, I cringed back and fell into the grass. My eyes opened and I stared at him again. He stood there, standing straight up, his hand still reached out as if to touch me again but startled by my reaction.

His hand dropped and he stood there staring at me. It was then that I noticed light being reflected off his cheek. He was crying.

I gasped. Why was he crying?

This question was probably the most insignificant of all the ones I had but right now, all I could think of was the agony I had seen in his eyes seconds before.

“Why are you crying?” even though I whispered, it sounded like thunder in the silence of the park we were in. The sound of my voice startled me. It seemed familiar, but to another life, it seemed so distant.

He took in a breath.

“Nothing you need to worry about honey.” His voice broke when he said honey.

We stared at each other for a few heartbeats before he held out his hand, an offering, to help me up.

I stared at the hand before he said “Take it. It’s just a helping hand.”

I started to reach my own hand towards his but a soon as I released my wrist the throbbing returned. I groaned and grabbed my wrist again.

This time he noticed.

“What – what’s wrong with your wrist?”

“It burns, please – please stop the burning.” I hadn’t noticed I was crying until I saw a tear fall onto the grass below me.

“It – it burns?” he asked confused.

“YES!” I screamed.

For the first time I realized that there was a piece of cloth wrapped around the burning wrist. A black lace bracelet covered the vanes on my wrist.

I ripped off the bracelet and threw it to the side staring at blood dripping from my wrist. As soon as I removed the bracelet, it didn’t but anymore, it just hurt.

I heard the boy, or man, suck in a breath.

He grabbed my wrist and lifted me off the ground with it. He stretched my wrist up to his mouth.

I was terrified, but somehow I trusted him.

He ran his mouth along the dripping blood as if testing it. He pulled back to look at it once more. His lips were bright red, dripping.

I was shaking but he didn’t seem to notice.

He lifted my wrist to his mouth once more and his soft lips curled around my wrist and he was sucking on the wound.

I was too dumbfounded to react. I stared at him my eyes as wide as they would go.

He pulled away and wiped the now clean wound with the sleeve of his tight white long-sleeved shirt. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small flashlight that he shone on my wrist. The blood was mostly gone but you could see the shape of the tear, it spelled a word, no, a name.

Josiah

The boy stared at my wrist and gasped. The blood had started flowing again and the name was now illegible. He put his lips to my wound once more to suck the blood from my wrist and looked at it again. He couldn’t stop staring at it. He understood something about this that I didn’t. His eyes once more revealed this. Any boundary, any cover, any secret was laid out there for me to see.

He dropped my wrist, stepped back and put his hands over his face breathing hard.

If you like it please comment! I want to know if you liked it and if you want me to write more :)

thanks :)

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