Disclaimer: Well, you know I don't own Divergent. Veronica Roth is still in ownership of Divergent. Thank you for the views of this story! You guys are so awesome! So in continuation of this story, there might be a possible FourTris coming soon in the next chapters. Anyway, ENJOY! :)
I think back to what that girl said. Her words tearing at my very soul. Ripping and tearing me apart. Piece by piece.
I tell Four before we leave the hamburger place that I have to go to the bathroom. Secretly going to cut myself. Never did I imagine that I would become this broken. As I make it to the bathroom, I see no one is in there and quickly pull out my razor that I had in my purse. I slide it across my skin. I am a coward. I am not brave. This is an act of selfishness. Never did I think I would cut myself. But...I have and I can't change that now. I clean it to where there is no more blood and put on my hoodie. Feeling cold suddenly.
I make it back to Four. He smiles at me then frowns. He knows I am hiding something. He leads me to the car not letting me out his sight. I may be small and some people people may think I'm weak. But...I guess I can be the stronger person out of this situation. I just don't feel...strong. Four is my protector from my thoughts. From giving up on myself. Myself. "Tris...something's bothering you. What is it?" I hear concern in his voice. "Four...can you help me?" He looks at me confused then realization. He pulls the car over quickly. I show him the fresh cut on my wrist as he puts the car in park. "Save me...Save me from myself. Because I don't think I can save myself from myself." I watch as he leans in closer leaning his forehead on mine. We're breathing the same air. "Tris...please be brave. Be Brave, Tris. You really can do this. I have faith in you." As he says that, he kisses my cheek. He leans away from me. Leaving me hollow. I never thought I would imagine my life like this...I think I'm falling for this boy. This mysterious boy that I have come to know as my protector and savior from myself. Myself.
I feel nothing when I make it home. My mother gives me a tight hug and tells me to go to bed. Which I do. I lay in bed that thinking this last thought before sleep overcomes me:
Four kissed me on the cheek.
Chapter Three has gotten...dark. I hope you guys are liking this story. Please review! Flames accepted. Thank you for reading! :) :)
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