A/N - It has come to my attention that I have not written on this story in almost six months. (Thank you guest for making me realize this) I'm very sorry for those of you whom have been waiting I know what it is like to wait on a slow author. I also know what it is like having really good ideas for other peoples stories. So by all means if you have a good chapter or paragraph you want to add to the story, send it to me and I will be really grateful.

Disclaimer - I do not own Divergent. At all.

Chapter 15

It's been six months since I fell into the care of Eric. And let me tell you it is creepy living with him. Being scared that he will come into the bathroom any second when I'm in the shower. Or sitting at the dinner table waiting to be fed. Which for the record I'm not a huge fan of, the own your own person part.

Weirdly enough he is not really mean to me. That is not to say we are best friends and do each others nails before we go to sleep. But something about him is diffidently different than you'd expect. I recon it's because he now "owns" one thing Tobias, well Four, wants but can't have. It's sick really how much he seems to enjoy making Tobias' life miserable.

Tobias, oh Tobias, or maybe I should say Four now since he has really become Four after I "died". I don't see him that often, obviously. Due to this small problem called being held hostage by Eric. Sometimes however when Eric takes me to the leaders to "report my progress" he happens to walk past me in the halls.

He always looks bad. Always. And I always wish I could help him. I'm not saying I was the center of his world, because I know I wasn't. He had a life before I came along. The fact that he was there when I was "killed" though, that is what's tearing him down. That he was there but my supposed killer was never found.

Sometimes I wish I could scream for him. Tell him to stop blaming himself.

Today is just another day in the life of deceased Tris Prior. Post-mortem life is way less fun. Basically just doing nothing waiting for Eric to tell me to do something. "What are you thinking about Stiff? Escaping?" Eric asks in his super-amused-by-myself voice. "Oh you know, just thinking what a blessing this life with you is. I had never thought I would enjoy being held prisoner, but now that I'm here..." I roll my eyes just to add on the sarcasm. "Haha, very funny Stiff".

Mostly our conversations are like that, neither of us really wanting to talk to each other. Sometimes when I talk with him I plan my escape, but then I remember that I would not work because all the dauntless leaders are inn on Eric's little game. Other times I hope that someone will have figured it out and come save me, but that seems even more unlikely.

Eric looks at me disapprovingly "come on Stiff, lets go for your weekly check up. Maybe they can check your sense of humor while they are at it.

All the halls in Dauntless are the same. That always hits me hard. Nothing changes when I'm gone, not really. People mourn for a while and have sad faces, but after a few weeks a month at most, everyone seems to have recovered. Moving on is the right term I suppose, but I find it kind of sad. Sad that my importance and friendship is limited to my presence. To life.

I often find myself having depressing thoughts when I walk to my check-up. Sad what my life has become. And sad for the hopelessness that it portrays. I then move on to imagining what I would be doing in this second in my normal life. And then finally wondering what Christina and Uriah are doing. IF they are still friends even though they only ever were because of me.

When we turn the corner I see Tobias in the other end of the hall, coming towards us. Eric whispers in my ear "behave". Wrong thing to say. In that moment my desire to be with him grows immensely. Just to let him know I did not betray him. I did not fail him in any way, I am still here.

When he comes close to me it feels like everything happens in slow motion. I look at him. The dark circles under his eyes are still present. His whole body sagging lower with each step towards me. My hand is itching to touch his, even if just for a second. I cough trying to catch his attention, but still being quiet enough not to make Eric suspicious. His eyes flicker up to me, but he doesn't recognize me or acknowledge for that matter.

Just as he walks past me I stretch out my arm and touch his hand with mine. That catches his attention.

He looks me in the eyes and holds on to my hand. Hard.

"Tris?"

I know it's shorter than usually, and I would say that I will upload soon. But I probably won't unless someone helps me come up something. I will try, I promise. I love you all for reading and commenting.