Life Can't Be Perfect

by FactionDistrictDemiGod

My name is... I actually can't remember my name. My captors on the other hand call me Tris. I am harsh, closed off, don't like talking, and am crying eternally inside. These were all true up until, they changed me. They taught me the true meaning of bravery, love, and cowardice. For that I will forever be grateful. As amazing as this summary is (sarcasm intended) read the story.

8. Sorry

AN: I am such a terrible person. I know. I lost a family member recently and I have been struggling these past few months. At first I cut off all ties with this website but I realized that was a huge mistake. I will be working on both stories but I may be in need of a co-author so if you're interested please PM me. I will try my best to find the time to update for any of you who have chosen to continue this story. I love you guys. Please forgive me.