Lost And Found

by FactionDistrictDemiGod

Tris isn't your average 16 year old teenager. She skateboards, drives a motorcycle and might've gone to jail once or twice. You think her life is all rainbows and unicorns, well think not. She finds her first love, shocking medical news, and maybe even more on the way. I will try to keep it rated T. Same story as Lost But You Found Me just different titles. Sorry I so sucked that.

6. Chapter 6: Thanks For The Memories

DISCLAIMER: According to my mother I am NOT Veronica Roth. It took a lot of convincing but my mom told me many times I am not even though I wish I was.

Four/Tobias POV:

When I get to Tris' house after I drop the others off at their houses I run to her music room. Wait a second… If I'm going to be moving in then I guess I should consider it our house. Yeah I like the sound of that. I smile at the thought. Once I get to the music I decide to record a new song I made about Marcus. I named it Thanks For The Memories. (AN: By Fall Out Boy) Once I set up the mic and the recording is set I start to sing.

"I'm gonna make it bend and break

(It sent you to me without wings)

Say a prayer but let the good times roll

In case God doesn't show

(Let the good times roll, let the good times roll)

And I want these words to make things right

But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life

"Who does he think he is?"

If that's the worst you got

Better put your fingers back to the keys

One night and one more time

Thanks for the memories

Even though they weren't so great

"He tastes like you only sweeter,"

One night, yeah, and one more time

Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories

"See, he tastes like you only sweeter."

Been looking forward to the future

But my eyesight is going bad

And this crystal ball

It's always cloudy except for (except for)

When you look into the past (look into the past)

One night stand (one night stand oh)

One night and one more time

Thanks for the memories

Even though they weren't so great

"He tastes like you only sweeter."

One night, yeah, and one more time

Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories

"See, he tastes like you only sweeter."

They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers

In hotel rooms collecting page six lovers

Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes

I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa

One night and one more time

Thanks for the memories

Even though they weren't so great

"He tastes like you only sweeter."

One night, (Oh!) yeah, (Oh!) and one more time

Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories

"See, he tastes like you only sweeter."

One night and one more time (One more night, one more time)

Thanks for the memories

Even though they weren't so great

"He tastes like you only sweeter." (Oh)

One night, yeah, and one more time (One more night, one more time)

Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories (Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories)

"See, he tastes like you only sweeter." (Oh)"

I finish with a smile on my face. It felt good to get that off my chest and it took my mind off of Tris for about 3 minutes. Now I need to figure out something that will keep my mind off of Tris for 2-3 days. Ugh why does this have to be so hard? After a long mental debate on what to do I decide to go for a jog. I run next door to change since I haven't properly moved in my clothes are still in the other house. I run in the house put on some red basketball shorts and a black athletic tee. I throw on my nike elites and my sneakers.

When I am about to leave the house I grab my ipod and ear buds so I can listen to some music while I jog. The first song that comes on is Fight for You by Jason Derulo. Before I came back when I heard this song I thought of, take a guess… Tris. If you heard the lyrics you'd probably understand why. While I'm jogging I accidentally run into someone and she falls flat on her butt. Her long black hair covers her face preventing me from seeing her face.

"I am so sorry. I didn't see you there." I say quickly. I put out my hand for her to grab but she pushes it aside.

"Its fine." She says gruffly while pulling herself up from the hard concrete floor. When she finally stands up and pushes the hair from her face I am stunned by what I see. Tris's stormy blue gray eyes, her pale skin, her plump lips, and her small nose. It's scary how similar they look. I realize I was staring and embarrassment creeps up my spine.

Almost everything looks identical minus the hair, it's black with red highlights but it looks like it was dyed from a brown color. She raises her eyebrow at me silently asking me why I'm staring at her.

"Sorry you just look like my girlfriend a lot."

"Whatever." After that she sprints off to what I assume is her house, her pony tail swishing back and forth as she runs off. How did she look so much like Tris? Weird. I keep jogging and I find myself at our local park. So to cool off I decide to sit on a bench and watch the kids play. I miss when I was like them. So care free, happy, wild, a kid. But y so called father deprived that from me leaving me to become the cold, heartless, closed off man I am today.

Oh how I miss the old days before any of this madness started.

I am so lost in thought I barely notice my phone ringing. I look at the screen and see and unknown number. Huh. I decide to just answer it because I have nothing better to do and the voice I hear on the other line floods relief through me but also worry.

Tris POV:

I've been in and out of sleep for who knows how long and it is becoming a very familiar routine. I am feeling a little bit better rested and might be able to stay up for about a whole 10 minutes before I fall back asleep again. One of my nurses told me not to use my phone because it might cause headache but I really need to talk to Tobias but before the surgery the nurse confiscated it. But lucky for me my nurse is stupid and forgot her phone next to me on my bed just in my reach.

Once I grab it I turn it on I see it requires a password. I do the first thing that pops in my head and type 2-4-6-8 and sure enough it opens. I shake my head in disbelief it actually worked. My nurse is so stupid I should probably request a new one because I most definitely don't want y life to rest in the hands of this nurse. I furiously dial Tobias's number the moment it unlocks. It isn't till 4 rings later he answers and hesitantly says 'Hello?'.

"Tobias it's me the surgery ended a few hours ago I think and I have been falling in and out of sleep for god knows how long. I am actually not allowed to be using a phone right now so I should probably hang up soon I just thought I would fill you in."

"Okay thanks but why is the number say unknown on my phone?" He asks worry filling his voice.

"Oh that. The nurse took my phone before the surgery started but earlier the same nurse was stupid enough to leave her phone on my hospital bed in my reach. So I stole it and dialed your number."

"Okay I won't be able to see you till Wednesday when they allow friends in though."

"Yeah I thought of that too just tell the hospital you're my brother or fiancé or something I just really want to see you."

"Okay let me just tell the others your alright then I'll try to lie my way over to you."

"Sure bye I love you"

"I love you too"

The second the phone call ends I put the phone back where it was and lay my head on the pillow and my eyes become heavy.

Unknown POV:

I decide to try and get a few hours away from him I would go for a tattoo then a jog afterwards. I put my long black and red hair into a ponytail slip on some athletic pants to hide my wounds then a gray long sleeve athletic t-shirt. I put on my beat up sneakers and quietly run out of the house.

I walk around the mall trying to find a tattoo parlor when I spot one 'Tori's Tattoo's and Piercings' . Looks like I'm getting a piercing too. I walk in and stop at the front desk where I see an Asian lady with tattoo's and piercings and purple highlights in her black hair.

"Hey can I get a few tattoo's and a lot of piercings?"

"That's what I'm here for!" She says in a really happy tone that makes me want to barf trying to make me laugh but I remain emotionless. I haven't laughed or smiled in years. Her smile fades slowly and moves onto the next question.

"Name?"

"Alex" Is all I respond.

"Okay follow me."

"Can I get a private room?"

"Sure. My names Tori by the way."

When we arrive at the room I tell her I want flames covering my back. A cross then the word phoenix in bold letters on my right forearm. Then for my left forearm I want a bow and arrow then a heart with the word lost inside of it. After I finish saying all that she gives me an incredulous look.

I just shrug it off and take off my shirt waiting for the gasp of horror but it never comes. I turn around and ask, "Why aren't you gasping?"

"Because you aren't the first abused kid I've done tattoo's for. I know two other kids about a year or two older than you that have the same problem. They go to Factions High and are both in dauntless. One of their names is Four and the other ones name is Tris. I probably shouldn't have told you that but I thought you needed to know you're not alone. Are you going to Factions High too?"

"Yeah I start tomorrow along with some other kid I heard about."

"Oh okay. Well just to let you know if you need someone to talk to I work as the art and music teacher there."

"Yeah thanks." I reply awkwardly. After I finish saying that she has finished the tattoo on my back and is starting the other ones on my forearms. After about 35 minutes of silence she finishes both my forearms and is getting ready to give me my piercings.

I tell her I want to have a belly piercing and six piercings in my cartilage in my right ear then three in my left cartilage. This finishes faster than the tattoo's and when I'm done Tori helps me slip on my shirt and just as I am about to pull out my wallet to pay Tori lays a gentle hand on mine and says, "Go ahead its on the house."

She says with a smile at the end. I give her a tiny smile and walk out the door the bells above ringing as I go out. I decide to skip the run since I am really sore from all the tattoo's and piercings and just walk around.

As I'm walking around a boy about two years older than me runs into me and knocks me on my butt. I bite my lip to prevent me from screaming from my new wounds and my tattoo's. He apologizes and puts a hand out offering me a hand up but I ignore it and push myself of the ground. I run into my "house" and prepare my self to endure a lot of pain that is too come from my one and only brother.

My name is Alexandra Phoenix Marvel and I am abused, lost, and broken.

AN: Sorry for not updating! I have a million and one excuses but none of them will make up for disappointing all of you loyal readers. I cannot say when my next update will be but I will try my best to make it sometime this week. I only got two reviews for the last chapter and I would like to get a bunch more for this one to motivate me. Thank you for being the best readers ever!

~Liv