A/N: so I got my 2 reviews, and as I promised, here is a chapter. I will be writing a new fanfic, with 64thestarkidwholived so I might update less often, and more sporadic (like it wasn't already, lol). This will be a little short. I wrote this chapter while listening to I was, by starkid, so this will be a little nostalgic, and depressing, sorry.
Myra pov:
I lie in bed awake after everyone else has fallen asleep. The rankings were announced today. I'm leaving. Edward got first place, and will be staying. I can't help feeling bitter that I followed him here, to this hellhole, but he won't follow me to the factionless. Tears start to pour from my eyes. I was made for Erudite, at least that's what my aptitude was. I was so shocked when Edward chose dauntless. In that moment a part of me died. I would both leave my family, and faction, and follow Edward into a place I knew I would not belong, or to leave behind the man I love. I panicked. In the heat of the moment, I let my hand choose for me. my blood fell into dauntless, and now I'm paying for it.
The tears come faster now. I left my family, and now I will have to leave the only thing that brought me here. It's not fair. Edward is supposed to love me, and to follow me, but he won't. He doesn't care about me. I want to cry more, but my pillow is already soaked, and my face is wet.
I hear some shuffling and a scream. I shoot up, and the lights flick on. What I see makes me shriek, and cringe. Edward lies on the floor, with a knife in his eye. His whole body is raked with spasms. I puke. Tris immediately jumps into action. She clams him down, enough so that we can wait until the medics come. When they do, I they put him onto a stretcher, and take him to the hospital. I follow.
I should have been the one to help Edward, not that little stiff. I cry more. You would think I would have dehydrated by now, but the tears still flow freely from my eyes.
Edward won't be able to stay. I haven't seen a single disabled dauntless yet, obviously they are sent to factionless. Maybe he will follow me. or maybe the knife pierced a nerve, or part of his brain, and he might not even survive. A choked noise comes from my mouth. I just hope he will make it through the night, and then we can work everything out.