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Chapter 13

My head throbs as I lead Uriah from the room. I shouldn't have drank last night. I still have three initiates to go before we are done today. Uriah did well today, but something was off while he was under. Nothing anyone else would notice, but I watch these simulations all day. I know he is divergent, but he must know it too. He started to manipulate the simulation, but stopped and worked through it the way a Dauntless would. Smart. His time is still one of the fastest, but not fast enough to have people looking into it.

I go to the door and call the next initiate, then turn and walk back into the room sitting at the computer with my back to the door. I didn't really pay attention to who I called, focusing more on the growing pain in my head. I don't even realize its Tris, until she is sitting in front of me. She is breathing in and out, slowly. I can tell she is nervous.

"It's just a simulation, Tris," I say, quietly. I can tell she doesn't believe me. She goes to bite her nails, but takes her hand away. I can see that they are already bitten raw. I wish I could tell her its not real. There is nothing to be afraid of, but I can't. I already let too much slip last night. I have to be more careful, or people will start to get suspicious.

She closes her eyes and nods at me, as if she believes me. I know she doesn't, I wouldn't believe me either. I plunge the needle into her neck, and whisper, "Be brave, Tris."

Her pupils dilate and her eyes shift over things only her mind can see. I hear her pulse speed up on the monitor and can tell she is already starting to panic. Not a good sign. I turn to the computer screen to see what she is facing.

She is in some kind of glass box. I see myself walk up and tap on the glass pointing down at her feet. There is water starting to fill the box. She looks around trying to find the source of the water. She doesn't find it and begins to scream for help. I look back over at her lying on the metal chair. Her mouth is frozen in a silent scream and her face is terrified. I watch her for a moment, her limbs jerking and her face tensing. I look back at the screen and see that she is floating in the box, gasping for air as her face presses against the ceiling. I don't think she will be able to find a way out of this one. She will drown before the simulation lets her out. I continue to watch the screen knowing what is coming.

I see her slap at the glass and try to kick at it, to no avail. Just let go Tris, give over to the inevitable and the simulation will end. She tries to scream and water fills her mouth. She pauses a minute and I see a spike in her brain wave activity. That can't be right. If she was aware, she would have stopped it by now. Then I see it again. I look over at her. She is still lying in the metal chair, but her face is no longer tense, and she mouths something silently.

I look back at the screen as she presses her palm to the glass. I see it crack. That isn't possible. She slams her other hand into it and it cracks again. Then I see her foot smash into it and the glass shatters completely, water rushing out of the box to the floor. I spin around so fast I think I might be sick. She sits up gasping for air. I look back at the screen two minutes, forty five seconds. This is not happening.

I stand up and walk over to her. I stare down at her for a minute, you would never guess it to look at her. I was praying it wasn't true. She stares back at me.

"What?" she asks.

"How did you do that?" I demand.

"Do what?" she asks, innocently.

"Crack the glass." I say, annoyed that she is trying to play innocent.

"I don't know." she says.

I offer her my hand and she swings her legs over the edge of the chair, hopping to to the ground. She looks steady, and calm. Maybe she really doesn't realize how stupid it was to do that. They will know if I send them the footage. Then they will kill her, just like they killed Amar. I sigh out of frustration. I grab her by the elbow and forcefully lead her out of the room and down the hallway. I am slightly dragging her, because my legs are so much longer than hers. She stops and pulls her arm away from me. I just stare at her in silence. If she wants answers, she is going to have to ask.

"What?" she demands.

"You're Divergent." I reply. I stare at her, watching her face for a reaction. Her eyes flash with fear and I can see her breathing quicken, but only for a moment. She regains her composure and leans back against the wall, trying to look casual. Good girl, Tris. Don't give yourself away.

"What's Divergent?" she asks, shrugging, like she has never heard the term before. But, I know she knows. Her eyes gave her away a moment ago. Does she know how much she says with her eyes? Or, am I the only one that pays enough attention to notice?

"Don't play stupid. I suspected it last time, but this time it was obvious. You manipulated the simulation; you're Divergent. I'll delete the footage, but unless you want to wind up dead at the bottom of the chasm, you'll figure out how to hide it during the simulations! Now, if you'll excuse me." I half yell the last part at her in my best instructor voice, hoping she will get the full weight of my warning. I walk back into the simulation room and slam the door. I can help her this one time. Footage gets erased by accident all the time, they won't suspect anything.

I go over to the computer and delete the footage from her simulation. Then, I manually enter a time of four minutes. It is close enough to her last time not to draw attention, but still fast enough not to hurt her ranking. I take a deep breath when I am finished, trying to calm myself down before the next initiate. My head throbs and I feel sick to my stomach. The anxiety over her safety mixes with the hangover from last night and I run over to the small sink and vomit. I expect to feel better, but I don't. I can't until I figure out a way to keep her safe. I go out the back door and knock on the door next to me. Zeke comes out and agrees to take my last two initiates. I tell him I am sick from last night, and I think he feels guilty.

I walk as fast as I can back to my apartment. I feel shaky and weak. This is the most panicked I've felt since I was still in Abnegation. I slam the door behind me and run for the bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet before I wretch again. I walk over to the sink and splash cold water on my face, telling myself to get it together. I rinse my mouth out and lie down on my bed. My head feels like it is going to split in two. I close my eyes and lay my arm over my face trying to block out the light. What am I going to do?