Hey everyone! So this chapter is going to be a little dark but the reason that being is because it will give more depth to this story. More depth to the characters. So please review what you thought of this chapter.

And I know that...most stories don't touch this type of thing. But I am because it happens every day and this can try to slow that rate down. Showing people there is a better way out then death.

Lost and insecure. You found me, you found me. Lying on the floor. Surrounded, surrounded. Song: You Found Me by The Fray.

Now on to the story...

I am in an abandoned classroom. Hoping no one will find me. A knife that I am pointing at my stomach. A knife that can end all the pain and suffering that's inside my head. The knife tip is on my stomach...ready to go in and end me...Myself. The door slams open. I am met with the dark blue eyes telling me it is Four. He looks at me. Terror in his eyes when he realizes what I am about to do. "What the hell are you doing? I've been looking all over for you. I've been really worried." Four says in that quiet voice of his as he steps towards me. Grabbing the knife from my hands. He throws it backward. It lands on a target behind him. Dead center. I feel myself crumbling...why wouldn't he let me end it? Because he cares about you, idiot. I hear my conscience say. Oh shut up. No you know I'm right. Admit it, I am. Great...now I'm fighting with myself. What every guy wants...a girl who fights with her own self. You like him. No I do not. Yes you do. Shut up, conscience. Ha...point proven. I really need to stop fighting with myself. It isn't doing me any good at the moment. Since he just about saw me...I can't finish that thought. No.

Four and I walk out of the abandoned classroom. I stare at the floor as Four leads me out of the school. Getting an okay from the Secretary. He leads me toward his car and I get in the passenger seat with no objection. Four starts the car and begins driving. It is silent for awhile until Four speaks up. "Tris...I...I was going to ask you to go with me to the senior prom. Would you like to go?" I look at him. His eyes fixed on the road in front of him. "Yes..." I eventually say. I don't know where we're going but I hope it's not home. My mother is probably upset with me. In the corner of my eye, I see Four smile. I see that we're at the park. "After prom...Tris, I want you to go to rehab. I'll even pay for it myself. I want you to go for three months. I want you to get better. I know you'll miss me graduating but I'll send you tons and tons of pictures while you are there." I look down. I feel ashamed. What would my mom say to this idea? Maybe...I do need rehab. To help myself this one time because I really do need it this time. In North Carolina, we never got to do the things we wanted, it was always for others. I nod then say, "I'll go...thank you for paying for me though. It was real sweet of you." Four and I get out of the car and sit under this big oak tree. In the shade...away from the Sun. "You need it. So...I don't mind paying for it. Besides, I have money in the bank for college. I then have money to use for emergencies. And this happens to be an emergency. Because if I don't get you help soon...you might just completely break and I do not want that happening. I want you to be a strong minded person. Because...Tris...you really are." I smile at him. I really do need the help and Four is doing just that. He really is my savior. I think of something...my brain clicking the information into place.

Four is Marcus Eaton's son. That's why he has the money, to do college and do this for me. He is humble...unlike his dad. He is using the money for someone else's sake then using it on himself. Marcus Eaton is the state representative for Chicago. He is power hungry and doesn't care about his own son. Which is sad in my opinion. Another state representative sent out in the paper two years ago that Marcus was abusing his son. It was the only article that was true. Though...I've never seen the scars on him. He hides them well. I would of never known he was his son until now. I will not treat Four...or I mean Tobias differently because of that though. I will treat him like I have always had. Even though I have my struggles, Tobias has not treated me differently because of that. He has treated me the same like when we first met. Tobias nods as if confirming my thoughts.

"Yes, Tris. You are right. I am Tobias Eaton." Tobias says quietly in my ear. He pulls back and kisses my scars then my cheek.

Tobias Eaton is my saving Grace from me, myself, and I.

I come home and my mom and I talk about me going to rehab. I explain to her that Four will be paying for me and how I'll be going for a full three months. To help myself get better. And how Four was taking me to his senior prom. My mom smiled at me when I told her that. She is okay with me going to rehab because she knows I really need it. My mom understands me in a way my brother or my dad never did. I go in my room and turn on my iPod. The song that comes on is State Of Grace by Taylor Swift. I love this song. I lose myself in the lyrics...

We are alone with our changing minds. We fall in love til it hurts or bleeds or fades in time. And I never saw you coming. And I'll never be the same. You come around and the armor falls. Pierce the room like a cannon ball. Now all we know, is don't let go.

The lyrics keep going until I hear these lyrics...

This is a state of grace. This is the worthwhile fight.

The worthwhile fight...

So there you have it! Chapter Seven! I know it is a touchy subject and it is rarely touched upon in stories like this but I am doing it in mine because I feel like it needs to be touched upon. To give awareness to people that bullying does hurt. That it can result in attempting to hurt/kill themself. But I am also showing hope in this story. Hope that there is a rainbow at the end of the storm. Rain doesn't last forever. That's my message in this story. Not that I am touching a rare subject. But that I am showing HOPE. That you can be an advocate against bullying. YOU can put a stop this. This bullying. Don't pay attention to the writing in this story, pay attention to the message I am giving. Which is HOPE. YOU ARE WORTH RECOVERY. :)

SURVIVOR - To carry on despite hardships or trauma; persevere. (Definition from the website thefreedictionary dot com)

You all are survivors in one way or another. Remember that. :)

Until next time and with a lot of love,

- foureatoncake