ACACIA POV

I wake up to the sound of Doses and Mimosas playing in the kitchen. Tris is there making our usual breakfast. Peaches, yogurt, granola, and Chia seeds blended into a delicious smoothie. She fills up my glass and I give her a questioning look in reference to the music.

"What? It's my cooking music." she states, raising her eyebrows.

"Ok, Martha Stewart." I say while walking over to her laptop turning it up a little.

Don't get me started

I've had too much to drink

Had too much time to think

So leave me alone, ah ohh

"We should probably get ready for school, we'll be late." Tris tells me. I down my smoothie and get dressed. I put on a teal printed sweater from Aritzia with black jeans and black ankle boots with a 2.5 inch heel. Tris has a tissue fabric (Sturdy satin looking material) white Topshop tank, black pants, a black Mango Bomber Jacket, and 2.5 inch Jeffrey Campbell Burke heels. Wearing faction colors is not required in this fanfic.

I do my usual make up, and Tris does her usual. A little winged eyeliner, foundation, and some brow filler. Her now very long bangs can sweep to the side easily. I just brush my long, dark brown hair. My features are soft. Brown hair, brown eyes, I'm around 5'8. Tris is the same height. We have a few extra minutes so I just sit down and listen as I listen to the next song. No Rest for the Wicked by Lykke Li.

My one heart hurt another

so only one cant be enough

can you give me just another

For that one who got away

Lonely I, Im so alone now

I have a flashback of one night from last year

~flasback~

I wake up to the sound of glass shattering. I get out of bed and quickly check my phone. It's 3:47 am.

I go into the kitchen and it's Tris. She doesn't see me. I know I should run and help her, but something holds me back. I hide behind the wall and watch her. She dropped a glass that had been full of vodka. Oh no she's drinking again I think to myself. She just sits on the kitchen floor with a bottle of Jack Daniel's in her hand, drinking straight from the bottle. At one point she pulls out a tiny vial from her pocket and empties the contents into her drink. Drugs. Again. Before I know it she's sobbing there, just drinking away the pain. I run from behind the wall and wrip the bottle out of her hand, smashing it to the ground, so she can't get it again. She looks up at me, still sobbing loudly, and screams at me.

"What did you do?!" she scream-sobs, scrambling on the floor, grabbing the shards of glass of the now shattered bottle, trying to salvage anything she can. Her hands are bleeding, and I grab her wrists, separating them allowing the glass to fall to the floor. She covers face with her hands and sobs more. I pull her hands from her face, cringing at all the blood on her face.

"Come on, it's ok let's clean you up." I tell her. She sobs on my shoulder and I hug her. After a minute I lead her to the bathroom. There is blood everywhere now. We wash her hands in the sink until they are clean and I wrap them in white cloth to stop the bleeding. I decide that we can clean up tomorrow, she just needs to sleep. I let her sleep in my bed and I take the floor next to her. She can't be alone tonight.

~end of Flashback~

They'll be no rest for the wicked

They'll be no song for the choir

There's no hope for the weary

You let them win without a fight

I let my good one down

I let my true love die

I had his heart but I broke it evertime

"Cacia?" I hear my nickname.

"Yeah?"

"We have to go, we'll be late." Tris tells me. I grab my coat and we head out. Luckily we catch the train. While we ride the train I watch Tris. I still look at her in wonder sometimes. How she laughs and how she seizes everyday. I still have trouble understanding how someone who has lost everything can appreciate life and all it has to offer with such bravery. I guess that's what being a real Dauntless is.

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