HEY GUYS!
So, this upcoming week is finals for semester one and...
MIDTERMS! Which means that Joshua, Aryn, and I will be studying for a majority of the next week.
We will TRY OUR HARDEST to update AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE!
We love you all! Enjoy!
Christina and I know each other because of Tris. She introduced us one year, sometime before the choosing ceremony. I had to walk with my brother to the hall, but I wasn't allowed in.
Her and I hit it off right away. We talked about everything. We were best friends. Then she just upped and left. With no word. It took her five years to come back. She had changed. Dramatically. Her hair was knee length, her skin had grown darker, and she wore heavy makeup. She had turned into a rude and snotty bitch who despised everyone and everything. It's only been a month since she returned, and I just wanted to forget her. But here she was, being friendly. Why? She told me she hated me and never wanted to see my faggy face again. She had said those exact words to me, what felt like an eon ago.
After she lets go of me, I sit awkwardly on the chair. Neither of us speaks for what seems like an eternity.
"Why?" I ask, hesitant about what she'll answer.
"Why what, Azzy?"
"Why are you acting so nice? Why are you coming back now? Why?" My hands are in between my legs, clenching and unclenching.
"I don't know what you mean, Azkane. I've always been nice to you. I don't understand what you're asking..." Her brows knit together, her eyes a deep pool of worry and confusion.
"6 years ago- you called me a fag and wished that you would never see my "faggy face again". You said those words to my face. Then you walked away. And here you are now. So why? Why now? Why did you choose those words to say to me? Why are you coming back to me now? Why are you acting so stupid? Why don't you remember?"
"I-" Tears well up in her eyes. "I had to leave, Azkane... I had a lot going on-"
I get up and walk over to her. "THAT'S NOTWHY YOU JUST UP AND LEAVE SOMEONE! ESPECIALLY AFTER CALLING THEM A FAG TO THEIR FACE! PEOPLE JUST DON'T DO THAT, CHRISTINA! STOP FUCKING LYING!" My breath has escaped me and the room starts to spin. 'Crap... ' I hit the floor and everything goes blank.
When I wake up, I'm in a mirrored room. I see nothing but myself in my Amity clothes. "Christina! Christina! Where are you?!"
There was a scraping sound on the floor. Soon followed by a low, intense growl.
"Oh god..." I run. "Not a dog. Shit shit shit shit." the dog gained on me as two bowls appeared: one with a gun and some bullets and one with cheese and crackers. I grabbed the gun and a bullet, loaded and shot. The bullet pierced his skull. He dropped dead and disappeared into the floor. "What the fuck?"
My parents and Amity showed up, crying helplessly. "Azkane. Please! Help us!" they all shouted. There was a man with a gun, standing next to them.
"Azkane! Come here, son." He said to me.
"Y-yessir." I ran over there and saluted him.
"Take this gun and shoot them. They're threats." He spoke in a monotone.
I took the gun, hands shaking. "O-okay..." I pointed the gun at Amity's head first, finger on the trigger and-
BAM
The random man was lying on the floor, blood pooling out from around him. Then they disappeared and I fainted again.