AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it took so long, I'm struggling to come up with ideas.Suggestions are more than welcome!
Where am I? I'm lying down in what I think is my hospital bed. The room is almost pitch black with only a few beams of light coming in from the bordered up windows.
I try to remember what happened, from the beginning. For some reason my mind feels clouded and it's difficult to think.
After I don't know how long, I manage to make a list in my head.
I hurt my leg in Amity. I came back to Dauntless. I got beaten by Ed until I blacked out. I woke up in a hospital bed, Chloe put a needle in me. I'm forgetting something important. I think hard about it but I can't remember. It must be midday by now and the room is a bit lighter. I want to explore my room but I'm still paralysed. After hours of trying to move unsuccessfully, I am exhausted and I fall asleep.
I wake up with my hair scattered on my face, my hand immediately goes to brush it away. I am expecting it to be unresponsive and ignore my mind's command, but it doesn't. It actually moves! My limbs start tingling, itching to move- it's so good to be able to be able to feel again. Slowly, I am able to move around the room.
It's not big, about 5 steps in length and width. Minimal furniture, a bench that runs alongside one wall and my hospital bed that Chloe stole. I try to find a door but there isn't one. How can there not be a door? How did I get in here? Maybe it's hidden behind something. I walk over to the wooden bench, it has splodges of red on it.
It's probably paint. Someone must have worked or lived in this room before, they might've just spilled something on it. I try hard to believe that its paint but I highly doubt it. I touch the red splatter out of curiosity. It's what I dreaded. It's blood. I am almost sick, I can't stop gagging and chocking. I tell myself to calm down and shut up. There's enough blood to belong a whole group of people. Someone must've tortured them here and I hope it's not Chloe.
I hear footsteps heading up to my room. I try and figure out what to do. I can't hide anywhere and I can't run away. I think I am safer if I act like I'm still paralysed. That way she I'm sure she won't kill me, there's no point if I won't be able to feel the pain.
I rush into the bed and back to the position I was in before (my head slightly raised with my hands tucked underneath my thigh). They are outside and I can hear them talking.
"She won't remember him and even if she does, she can't move."
"How can you be so sure about it?" Gemma asks.
"I wiped her memory, she doesn't know he exists," Chloe says smugly.
"Then what's the point in this whole thing?" Questions Gemma.
"He still loves her, but when he realises that she doesn't remember him, he will move on. You can't be in a relationship if the other person has forgotten you. Then he will love me instead." Chloe says.
They walk in from behind me and I force myself to stay still and not look for the exit because that would show them that I can move again. At least I know that the door is somewhere behind me. The light come on but I'm too frightened to look around.
They come really close to my bed and go to check my pulse. I calm myself down and I can feel my heartbeat lowering, if it's too fast they might know that I'm not as lifeless as they predicted. It appears to have fooled them because they don't mention anything about it.
"Tris, I know you can hear me, even if your head is messed up. You will be killed soon, I can promise you that. You will do what I say or else this will be much more painful," she says manically.
My bloody hand clenches at my side in anger and I immediately regret it.
"She just moved!" Gemma exclaimed.
I try to keep still but it's getting more difficult at resisting it.
"No she didn't, that paralytic serum is strong enough to knock out a horse."
"She did move, I saw her." Gemma slaps me hard in the face.
I can't help but scream. She tries to move but I grab her hair and whack her in the eye, she falls back on to the floor and cries and shouts at Chloe to do something. Chloe swiftly hits my temple with a heavy brown object. I saw the world become a blur, colours meshing with other colours, and everything blurring together.
I lift to my hand to my head, wincing slightly. My head is throbbing painfully, and I touch my temple gently. I breathe in slowly and heavily, taking in the scene. My arms and legs are tied on a stone-cold silver bed that chills my spine. The room is so white that it makes me go light headed. It's too clean and sterile, like a hospital but not as safe. I look so misplaced, I'm dripping with blood, flowing from my head and glued all my hair into a sticky mess and all around me is immaculate.
I scream as loud as I can, I need Chloe to just get so angry that she kills me right here out of frustration, instead of weeks of nightmarish torture. She walks in but this time she's not alone. A man walks in besides her. He has a spare upper lip, deep-set dark blue eyes with a small patch of lighter blue on the left iris right next to the corner of his eye. He has long lashes and he must be more than six feet tall.
"Tris!" He shouts and runs up to me.