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I'm in the Pit. I look around. Walking a little ways, I see masked men with guns. This again? I ask myself. Then, I'm surrounded by people from my childhood. My parents, my preschool pals, my high school friends, everyone I grew up with. They all surround me, telling me how much they miss me at Erudite.
I can't help it, I am so happy to see them. Just as I am about to tell them this, the usual gun shots of terror pierce the air. Everyone scream and begins running around, frantic. I try to calm everyone down but they refuse to listen to me. Tears stream down my face as another person falls. They all run like wild animals, each getting shot in the process. Each gunshot kills one person.
Finally, the piercing sound halts. My cheeks are soaked from crying. I go to where my parent's body lay. Crouching down, I force myself to look at their faces.
This tears my heart to shreds. No one should have to go through this in real life. Sadly, parents die and it hurts. In Dauntless, the chasm is a welcome mat for elderly people and weak people. Instead of becoming factionless, they kill themselves. Kids have to find out when their parent's bodies are dragged out of the water. I just hope none of my friends have to go through anything that devastating.
I realize that my heart is pounding. Lying across their bodies, I cry over them. I cry over the fake deaths of the people I left. I cry and cry. I cry out their names and scream like a wild animal. Finally, when I feel like I've stayed in the simulation long enough, I force my heart rate to lower. I force my breathing to steady and I shoot up in the chair.
Running a hand through my hair, I calm myself down. I feel Amar's caring eyes bore into me. I look up at him and give him a small smile. Standing up, careful to not fall over, I force myself to walk out of the room. As much as I want Amar to wrap me in his arms and tell me that it's okay, I can't stay in there with him. No, now I much be as brave as any true Dauntless and walk out of the room, through the hall, to the area Amar and I first kissed. I slide down the wall and wait until dinner time. Glad to have time to think.
I don't feel like eating. I do notice that something isn't right when Amar doesn't come looking for me. I walk out to the dining hall. I see a blonde lady in a blue suite hiding halfway in the shadows, halfway out of the shadows. I cross my arms. There is only one person that I know that wears her hair like that and wears that horrible blue suit.
I walk up straight behind her, quiet not to let her know that I am behind her. She moves her hands to her hips. I look around to see a hallway nearby. Quickly, I wrap a hand through her arms and place a hand over her mouth and pull her into the hallway about a foot away.
I cannot believe that I am kidnapping my aunt.
"Keep quiet and you can walk away but I need to know some things." I whisper into her ear. I feel her pulse quicken as I bring her deeper into the hallway. Pushing her back against the wall, I'm sure to brace her shoulders and keep my hand over her mouth. Who knew that she would be afraid of her annoying niece. "Now, why are you here, Auntie Jean?"
I'm so close to her that I see her eyes widen. I remove my hand enough her to talk. "Abigail?" she breathes. "Let go of me at once!"
I pretend to think about that. "No. Answer my question: why are you here?"
"Divergents," she murmurs. "We think we found some." I scoff and drop my hand. Her precious Divergents. "They're real, Abigail."
"Whatever. Just…" I look her right in the eye. "don't hurt any of my friends if they're Divergents. And tell me folks I've missed them. They didn't bother to come to Visiting Day."
For once, her face softens. "I cannot promise not to hurt your friends. If they are a threat, they must be eliminated. Although, I can promise that if your parents answer me, that I will tell them you have missed them."
I release her shoulders. Quiet whisper shouts her name. I push her in their direction, glaring at her as she walks away. She stumbles, then straightens and begins to walk in that specific way of hers. I follow her at a safe distance. I see Amar and Four go into the simulation room with her. Guards stand by the closed door. If she hurts Amar or Four, I swear I will hurt her. She cannot hurt my friend or the man I will soon be marrying.
I watch for longer than I know. My stomach growls slightly. I ignore it. Finally, I see Four walk out. I look for Amar but he stays in the room. When Four passes me, I pull him to the side.
"What is going on in there?" I ask.
"I don't know." Four admits. He shrugs. "I had to go through another simulation. I guess Amar has to as well."
I nervously glance at the door. If Jeannine finds out that Amar is Divergent, she will "get rid" of him. I don't want that to happen. It would be my worst nightmare come to life.
"Four," I whisper. "if Jeannine finds what she's looking for, I know what she will do."
Four takes my arm, "Come on. You didn't eat anything tonight. Let's go get something to eat."
I nod. Following him, I think about what Auntie Jean said. I have light dinner. After dinner, I go to Amar's apartment. He's there.
Running into his arms, I hug him and tighten my grip on him.
"Woah," Amar says. "What's wrong?"
"My Aunt came to meet you and Four. I was worried." I answer honestly.
Amar smiles at me. "Oh, well, everything is fine. Now, come on. I want to get a new tattoo."
I grin, "Uhh… Okay." He takes my hand.
Walking to the Pit, I tighten my grip on his hand. When we arrive at the tattoo parlor, Tori is looking grumpy. With a big childish "please" from me and a sprinkle of Amar's charm, she agrees to do one more tattoo once she was awake enough.
Amar and I agreed to get each other's names. I got his name on my hip and he got my name on his shoulder blade. Before Tori kicks us out, she comments on my ring. I thank her and we shimmy out the door. Somehow, we migrate to our spot in the hallway.
He kisses me like he is afraid I'm going to leave him or something. Something's wrong. Our kisses start to become more passionate than ever before. He kisses my neck murmuring soft words that I can't hear or understand.
Gently, I push his shoulder. "What is it?"
"Nothing," He whispers. "I just love you and I don't want you to forget it."
Amar kisses me again. He wraps me in his arms like he usually does. This time, his hands play at the end of my shirt. Each movement gives me jolt of electricity. I cling to him as if my life depended on it, savoring each kiss and each part of him. I kiss his cheek, down to his neck back up to his lips. We both want the same things but are afraid to go the next step being this far into initiation.
Amar's fingers skim my bare skin. I shiver. He stops.
"I love you." he says.
"I love you, too" I whisper.
With those last words, I go into the room. I go to bed, loving him more than I thought possible.
A/N: What'd you think of Auntie Jean? Anyone surprised? Review and comment!
