Tris
He doesn't know I'm watching.
I reach out to the monitor in front of me and trace my fingers along the screen. He's in bed; wrapped up in the blue blanket he's never been able to let go of since his mother made it for him when he was a little boy. I can only just make out his face, but I feel a tight ripping deep within my chest at just the sight of him.
I turn to the man sat in the chair to my left and ask him to zoom in further. I would do it myself, I know how, but I've been told not to touch anything, or I suffer the consequences. To my surprise, he does as I've asked. This guy isn't so bad. He must know what I want to see, as suddenly Four's face is the only thing visible on the screen. Tears trickle down my face and onto my scruffy, torn shirt. There isn't a fiber of my being that doesn't want to be curled up next to him. To feel my way along his soft lips, the curve of his jaw and touch his soft skin. He twitches, only slightly, but begins to pout and I can't help but laugh. He looks like a sulking child. I can tell he's having a nightmare, I've seen him in this state so many times before when I couldn't sleep at all. I used to sit and think about what would be worse, to be torn away from sleep completely or dream hideous things?
My room is nothing but a small box with no windows. The only light is the single dim bulb that sways from a wire in the center of the ceiling. An armed guard sits at the end of my bed at all times. Some of them I don't mind, they even talk to me, but there are a few I can tell despise just having to be there. As if it's my fault.
Watching Four is my one and only luxury.
The door to my room opens suddenly. A woman enters and struts her way in so that she is directly facing me; looking at me with dark, grey eyes. She's blocking the screen completely and I can no longer watch him.
"You're a better door than a window." I let the snide remark slip from my mouth without a second thought.
Smack. The slap around the face stings, but I guess I deserved it. "I think that's about enough now, don't you?" She angry - arms folded, lips pursed. She looks as if she could attack at any minute. Who knows, maybe she will.
The only way I can explain who the woman is and how I came to be here is to start from the beginning…