Tris was feeling so down.

It was probably 2:00 am, but she couldn't bring herself to sleep, her mind had decided to go in its usual dark place.

After the 'camera and underground' incident, she and Four had come back and searched the entire room for nearly an hour, just trying to make sure there were no devices. None were found.

Then, they ate sandwiches, and while Four went in the bathroom, Tris called Christina to make sure she was doing fine. Instead, Will picked up, saying that she was taking a nap since her muscles were sore. He also gave her a short report about Christina, talking about how Tori had applied cream to her blisters, cleaned her cuts, and even gave an injection containing a serum that was probably the same as Tris's.

Will sounded knowledgeable about the treatments done to Christina so Tris trusted him, knowing very well that he'd take care of her.

Nothing very crazy happened after that, Four just talked with her for a bit, then they both decided to sleep around maybe 10:00 pm.

That's when her memories came crashing back, and since there was nothing to distract her from it, she was vulnerable to its effects.

That is why she was feeling down.

Tris sits up from her bed and curls the blanket around her body tightly, ruffling the rest of it into her curled fists.

She couldn't stop thinking about her parents death. It was just so... anguishing? Though there were many synonyms for sad, she would never be able to decide on one to express it all.

"Who is it? Mom, is it you? Did you bring the shirt that I forgot?" I asked on the phone, a bit breathlessly from laughing so hard with my group of friends.

I fiddled with the blue napkin next to me, smiling as everyone ran around in a good mood, passing out cake and coke for everyone at the birthday party.

"Oh, my name is Prisanna. I'm using your mother's phone right now?" An unidentifiable woman answers, her voice polite and smooth.

"Uh. Okay, where's my mom?" I pried, a bit confused.

"Yes, I am so sorry. But... She's... been in a very severe car accident. And there's a man next to her, I think your father? I'm using her phone to contact any family members, and I'm guessing you're her daugh-"

Tris throws the blanket off her body and tries to control her breathing. The lump in her throat was thick and the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes were hot and stinging.

Why did it keep flashing before her again and again? Was it like those happy memories? The ones where you drift off randomly and think about something funny that happened to you, and you just randomly burst out laughing and people around you think you're crazy, when you're not? Except with herself, she felt like when she drifted off, she remembered the death, and instead of laughing, she'd cry.

She had to get it out. She didn't want to cry, it may feel good but she didn't want to turn into this stupid bawling baby who cried at every problem. She wanted to be someone who'd be very strong, and only cried for something over-whelming.

Every person has a way of feeling calm in private, whether it be taking a walk or a long drive, maybe punching a pillow, screaming, eating, or even writing a diary entry. There were many ways to deal with yourself.

And it was pretty obvious she needed one too.

It's not like she didn't ever have one though, because she did have a coping technique. It was playing Minecraft. But obviously, that was no option, so she needed to think of something else.

She wasn't alone in the room, that was for sure, but it was night.

Tris slowly pushes herself out of the bed and takes a few steps close to Four, letting her eyes easily adjust to his handsome, sleeping figure. With the even breaths he was taking, she knew he wouldn't wake easily.

As lightly as she could, Tris sits down onto his bed and slowly lowers herself onto his pillow so that her head rests right next to his.

She shifts her body so that she is facing him. No, she did not have a diary, but maybe she had Four. She clearly remembered him telling her that she could tell him anything. He obviously didn't mean talking to him when he was asleep, but that wouldn't stop her.

He was breathing lightly from his nose, and she could feel his small exhales brush against her cheek. After taking a deep breath herself, she opens her mouth.

"Dear Four," She begins in a quiet voice, but quite perfect in volume for him to hear if he were awake.

"You told me that I can tell you anything, so I will. I know you're sleeping, but it's easier for me this way, and I don't think you'd blame me if that's what I wanted."

Tris shifts again so that her right hand is resting under her right cheek as an extra pillow. "I've been having problems lately, other than the games... But like a story does, they start with the small stuff and gradually get to the main conflict. So I'll do the same. Consider this a chapter one."

Tris studies his face closely. There was a little stubble beginning to grow, something you wouldn't be able to notice unless you were real close.

"So I'll just start with myself, I guess. Maybe like the exposition of a story." Tris smiles. "I have a pretty decent family. Just my mom, dad, brother, and me. My brother is my absolute best friend. He's 2 years older than me, so 21. And my mom and dad were those real great parents. They were those people that everyone looked up to."

Tris laughs a bit. "My friends would complain to me about how their parents would yell at them and use my brother and I as examples. You know how parents always give their children lectures and suddenly compare other children with you? Well, everyone would say that we were the 'role models.' It was pretty weird and aggravating to know, but we finally got used to it. I loved my family, but I was always attached to my dad more, like my brother was attached to my mom."

Tris frowns, slowly. "Dad and I would make it a priority to go at least once a week to the movies or just some place to hang out and have a daughter-father time. It was amazingly fun, and he'd always buy me either vanilla ice cream or a blueberry Slurpee at the end."

"My mom and dad loved each other. I don't think their love ever really died down. It was so easy to see the way mom's eyes twinkled when dad made her happy, or the way dad's face lit up as mom would even do so much as enter the room. My brother and I would even purposely go to a friend's house just to let them spend some time with each other, because they were always busy with us."

Tris chuckles as she recalls the memory. "And anyway, my mom was just beautiful. Her hair was amazingly blonde and looked heavenly in the sun's light. Her skin was perfection, her eyes were a beautiful blue, and her body was so perfect. She didn't even have to try to get ready, because everything she wore made her look pretty, regardless. It's very obvious that my brother got her nice genes, and I, did not."

Tris shakes her head. "I got an ugly shade of grey and blue, the most dullest eye color in the world. And I got her blonde hair, but not the perfect curves and skin and smile and height, obviously. It was pretty depressing to have every girl swoon over my brother. And that didn't necessarily mean my dad was ugly either. He was absolutely handsome, with a very cool grayish green eye color, something very unique. When he was young, he was really... hot. It's like my mom and dad were that 'perfect couple'. The popular people. High school sweet hearts. Great personalities, great looks, great house, everything."

"And I even used to be the popular kid with my brother as well in school. The twist is, I was only cool because of my personality. I was this daring, troublemaker, yet I was really giddy and sweet when I wanted to be."

She feels herself choke up. Her breathing was shaking. "And now everything is all gone... Because of me." She said shakily. It was getting hard to breathe again, and her eye vision was blurring.

"We were invited to this birthday party, and- and- we all were getting ready as a family. We joked and laughed as we got all the food and presents, we messed around with... each other... as we-"

Tris begins sucking in huge gushes of air. She was starting to cry, she couldn't speak, her thick throat was making it hard for her to swallow.

"I-I'll just stop there." She gasps with an unstable tone.

Tris quickly gets off Four's bed and back to her own before taking a pillow and stuffing it into her face, hoping her quiet sobs of reappearing grief don't awaken him.

How do we leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart? Tris asks herself hopelessly.

It felt like cotton balls were dipped in water and placed onto her eyelids as Tris slowly tries to force them open.

Already, she could feel the dry tears on her face. Her nose was stuffed from crying quietly, and without even speaking, she knew her voice would be raspy and dry.

With one quick look at her phone, she got up and walked over to the sink to wash her face and grab a glass of water. It was around 7:00 in the morning, so she had gotten at least 5 hours of sleep.

Tris wiped at her cheeks and drained the glass of cool water, standing still as the cold liquid slipped down her throat and into her stomach.

Then, she walked into the bathroom and was surprised as she studied herself in the mirror. She'd expected a gross and depressed face, but all she saw were puffy eyes that were pink.

Her hair was brushed though, and her face was clean and free from any eyeliner.

She couldn't remember combing her hair. But then she remembered that while she lay in bed with tears streaming down her face, she'd gotten up to go into the bathroom. Something was wrong with her memory, she had to stop stressing.

Tris clears her throat and tests her voice. "Hi."

Her voice was surprisingly not raspy, only tired. She walks out of the bathroom and to the fridge where she grabs a juice bottle.

After turning around and opening the bottle, she notices Four sleepily rubbing at his eyes and yawning.

She hadn't realized she was staring for too long until several moments later. Immediately, she flops back onto her bed again and takes a sip from her juice. Strawberry.

As she opens her phone to check the time, she notices that someone had texted her.

MARLENE- When you're free, do you mind coming to my room? Christina is here also.

Tris stares at the message for a few moments before closing her phone. She'd reply later.

She glances over at Four again to find that he was already staring at her, waiting for eye contact.

"When did you wake up?" Four asks tiredly as he stares at her through half closed eyes.

Tris quickly glances at her phone again. "About half an hour ago."

He nods and rakes a hand through his hair lazily.

"Ever plan on getting up?" She asks him, a small smile dancing on her lips.

He lets a small tired smirk appear onto his face. "I'd rather watch you."

Tris snorts. "Why?"

Four shrugs. "Because you're beautiful. And I'm pretty sure every guy that's ever laid their eyes on you has never been able to keep it away."

"Thanks. I know. My small height and lower than average looks are totally worth looking twice at." Tris responds with an eye roll.

Four frowns. "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Put yourself down?"

Tris clenches her jaw and whispers very quietly under her breath, "Because I don't deserve to be happy."

She's pretty sure Four doesn't hear her answer, because he is quiet for the time being.

Tris goes back on her phone, Sure, I think right about now if that's fine with you?

MARLENE- Yeah! Now is great.

Tris stands from her bed and Four gives her a questioning look.

"I'm going to Marlene's room, she has to talk to me about a few things. You'll be fine here?" Tris asks as she slips on her sandals and walks toward the door.

Four yawns again and nods. "Yeah. Sure."

She walks out, then locks the door behind her with a frown. She wasn't quite sure why Four was always so determined to tell her she was 'beautiful'. She knew she wasn't pretty, but certainly not ugly either. So where was 'beautiful', a very strong word, coming from?

Instinctively, Tris walks with casualty, knowing very well about the cameras hidden around the halls.

She was getting used to the misty scent of where they were. Good, or bad, she didn't know.

Tris runs her fingertips against the cold walls as she walks. Underneath the paint were layers of rock. They were underground, but how? Was there a cave? A natural hole? Or was this place constructed?

She had to guess that it was constructed. There was a lot if proof to support that prediction. For one, they'd been watched for a long time. And even their clothes perfectly fit them all. They were probably custom made because it wasn't possible for something to perfectly fit every curve, bone, and muscle with ease.

Finally, Tris reaches Marlene's room and knocks. That's when she starts wondering why Christina was there. Wasn't she supposed to rest?

"Hey Tris." Marlene whispers quietly while opening the door.

Tris peers behind Marlene to find Christina seated on Marlene's bed, and Uriah sleeping.

"Hey guys." She tells them while coming inside the room. "What's up?"

Christina grins. "Sorry, don't get too comfortable, we're gonna leave right now."

Tris raises an eyebrow as Marlene and Christina start to walk out the door.

"Why? Where are we going?"

"You'll see. Just follow us." Marlene answers.

Tris quickly runs over to Uriah and ruffles his hair, then looks back at Christina who's gesturing for her to come.

Tris feels her face scrunch into confusion as she slips out of the room while slowly closing the door behind her.

"Christina, why aren't you with Will?" Tris asks as they turn a corner.

Christina shakes her head. "I feel fine now. And I told Will that I was leaving so he's pretty fine with it."

Another turn. "Okay guys. Seriously. Where are we going?"

"Shh. It's a surprise. God, so impatient." Marlene glares.

Tris rolls her eyes. "I hate surprises. Hate. Them."

Christina laughs as they make yet again, another turn.

Finally, they come to a dead end. "Really guys?" Tris groans. "What the hell?"

Marlene nods her head with a smirk. "So anyway, I was in a bad mood, so I was just pacing around everywhere, okay? And I end up here. Yeah, that's right, a dead end. I kicked the wall in frustration because I was annoyed, and this, is what happened."

Marlene turns toward the wall and in slow-motion, dramatically brings her foot forward until it hits the wall.

There's a click, then the wall slides to the left, just like when you're about to enter a game and the wall slides.

Christina walks forward while pulling Tris's arm, and flicks on the light.

Tris gasps as her eyes study the room. "Mother of God."

Targets line the walls, knives and guns rest in neat rows on white tables, different weapons hang threateningly, fighting mats line the floor, and to Tris it looks violently beautiful.

"Welcome... to the training room" Marlene announces in a game-show voice while holding her arms up and spinning around the room. "The place, where you are supposed to train for the games to give yourself a huge advantage when performing. This place however, is only for Team B. So make yourself comfortable, and have fun."

Christina chuckles and uses Marlene's tone as well. "But what is good about a training room, when there are absolutely no trainers?"

"THE COUNCIL HAS SPOKEN!" Two very loud female voices scream in a medieval accent, as they run out from behind the tables.

Tris shrieks as she is almost tackled to the ground, then her arms are being raised by two people.

"THERE HAS BEEN A VERY IMPORTANT VOTE, BUT THE RESULTS HAVE BEEN COUNTED. WE HEREBY ANNOUNCE, THE TWO OFFICIAL TRAINERS OF THIS SACRED ROOM! THE FIRST ONE BEING... TRIS PRIOR!"

Marlene and Christina clap furiously on cue, while Tris shakes her head from how silly everyone is being.

"AND THE SECOND IS... FOUR EATON! WHO IS CURRENTLY NOT PRESENT!"

"Four?" Tris questions as the two people next to her on either sides finally drop her arms.

"Oh my God, Shauna? Lynn? What the hell?!" Tris laughs suddenly as she sees their faces.

"Hey, Tris." They both greet with smiles.

Tris looks around the room, then back at the four girls in front of her. "So, you want me to be the 'trainer'...?"

"No questions asked, of course! You're the only one who'd even know what this is! None of us could name it!" Shauna answers while pointing to a small metal piece.

Tris gasps as she gingerly picks it up in her hands. "Guys! These are brass knuckles. Designed to preserve and concentrate a punch's force by directing it toward a harder and smaller contact area, they result in increased tissue disruption, including an increased likelihood of fracturing the victim's bones on impact! They're illegal in a bunch of places and-"

"- So you'll agree to be the trainer?" Christina interrupts.

"Hell yeah." She tells them while setting the brass knuckles down. "And Four? I didn't know he was a violent one."

Lynn snorts. "Fuck yeah, he is. Weapons are his friends. Knives, to be exact, but he's always getting the target bulls-eye."

"You knew him?" Tris asks.

"Yeah, along with Zeke and Uriah. Which is why we voted for him to also be a trainer." She answers.

Tris nods, "He doesn't seem like it."

That's when Lynn starts chuckling. "Yeah... No. He's very intimidating when he wants to be. But only sweet to his friends. What's a huge surprise... Is that he's always sweet... To you. When usually, he hates girls."

"Which obviously means that you're different to him. maybe like... He likes you." Christina sings in a high voice. "And, I told you so!"

Tris feels a blush creep into her cheeks, and she tries to get rid of it by placing the back of her cold hands onto her warm face. "No, he doesn't."

Marlene is suddenly narrowing her eyes. "Do you... Not have a good past? Don't mind me asking."

Tris tenses. "Well, I don't know, maybe, kinda, yeah?"

Marlene smiles and mocks a formal and polite voice like a teacher. "Pistanthrophobia is the fear of trusting people due negative past experiences. It's such a natural response to being hurt, but if you want to be in a happy, healthy relationship, then you need to overcome it."

Tris scrunches her face. "What the... I do not have trust issues!"

Marlene shakes her head. "I was studying to become a doctor. And yeah, the idea is there."

"What symptoms are there." Christina asks with a genuinely interested look.

Marlene shrugs. "When you're depressed, you have trouble talking about the past to people, you don't want to be in a relationship because of your past-"

"- Okay, whatever. I have Pistblahblah I don't know. But how do you get rid of it?"

"Okay, wait, you don't have Pistanthrophobia. If you did and if it was that bad you'd be a creepy ass stalker always wanting to know where everyone was and stuff. I'm just using the general idea for your problem to describe it because I don't know another word for it..."

Tris groans.

"You have to understand that whatever it is that's holding you back from meeting someone or potentially having a good relationship, it's all within your control." Marlene answers.

"My control?"

"Yep."

"Okay... So I have to start trusting Four?"

"I mean, do you think he likes you?" Shauna asks.

Tris shrugs. "I don't know, I'm not an expert. But he calls me beautiful and he told me once that he can't stop thinking about me. And he's kept princess as my nickname."

"WHAT?!" Christina interrupts. "He said that? Oh my God!"

They all turn to her. "He likes you, end of story." Marlene concludes.

Tris bites the inside of her cheek. "But trust doesn't come fast."

"Of course it doesn't, silly. We're just telling you that the signs are there, and maybe it's safe." Shauna tells her.

"And obviously, it'll take time, but either way, it's all up to you. The important question is, do you like him?"

Tris looks around the room, avoiding eye contact. It was so confusing. She lost every technique, every fact, every knowledge about boys when her parents were killed. It just didn't seem important to her anymore. Her loud and daring personality became a deathly quiet and isolated one.

Life is about taking chances, Princess.

She takes a deep breath. It was now, or never.

"Yeah, I think I like him." Tris finally answers with a ghost of a smile.

"I would've slapped some sense into you if you'd have said no." Christina laughs.

Tris rolls her eyes. "Well, that was a pretty intense conversation, but can we start now?"

"No, we can't."

"Why?" Tris huffs.

"Because we gotta call the boys before they start worrying about us." Marlene tells her with a funny quirk of an eyebrow.

Tris laughs. "Wow. okay, I'll go get Four."

"Who knows, maybe there's some feelings going on between us as well." Shauna laughs as she exits the room.

Tris rolls her eyes and follows them out the door.

A/N- Hey guys! New update. So I kinda kept this a happy note, and I'm pretty sure you all know that next chapter will be about training and stuff.

I'm starting to get scared about school coming up, mine starts the 18th and updating will be hard!

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