Tris P.O.V

I look up "I repent" I say before hearing a trigger and falling into darkness.

I wake up to a white silent room. I sit up and look at my surroundings. I am in a freaking white jail cell. Everything is this bright white, it's blinding. It looks like the sun bleached itself and decided to come and have a sleep over without my approval.

I try to stand up but I can't. I look down at my legs, I'm chained to this hard, cold metal bed, well lucky me. I shiver It's freezing in this room. I look at what I am wearing. I am in a thin hospital gown with nothing but my under wear on underneath. When did I get this on, and how did I get here. I rack through my memories, and the last thing I remember is hearing a gun shot and falling into darkness. I thought I was going to die…but ,I didn't. Wait I see the light, so maybe I am dead. No, I'm alive. No need to state the obvious. But I heard a gun shoot, and I passed out. So I must have a bullet wound somewhere. I look over my body, making a mental checklist.

Head, I feel over my face and back side of my head, I don't feel anything abnormal.

Shoulders, chest, stomach, everything is still intact.

Legs, feet no scars just my tanned skin.

Okay, so if I didn't get shot, how did I pass out, and feel like I was about to die?

Maybe someone pressed my pressure point, I feel my neck and right under my left ear lobe, I feel a big bump. "Well a mirror would be nice right now" I scream to the ceiling. I look down at my hands and POOF a mirror appears in my hand. I look around wide eyed, probably looking like an idiot. I look back down at the mirror and I don't see myself I see my mom and Emily smiling up at me. I close my eyes and shake my head from side to side. I open my eyes and look back down at the mirror and I see myself now. I look at the bump under my ear lobe and I gasp. Not only is there a bump but there is a small object coming out of the bump. I pull on it with all my strength and I cry out in pain when it comes out. I look at it and it's covered in blood, I look in the mirror at where the bump was, expecting to see a big gash with a lot of blood coming from it. But that's not the case at all; it doesn't even look like there was anything there in the first place. I look back down at the object in my hand and wipe the blood from it. It's a silver bullet.

"I must be dreaming" I say to the bright white floor.

"You're not, dreaming" the floor says back, I scoot back up against the wall wide eyed. Wait, wasn't I just secured to the floor. I look down at my feet, no chains. WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON, I scream in my head. I look around then back at the floor, "no way did you just talk to me", and I say taunting it. It doesn't reply, okay I am going crazy. Maybe I should wake up from this dream and go admit myself into a mental facility and get help, because I am pretty sure stuff popping into your hands from thin air and talking floors is not normal.

I breathe in and out thinking about a picture that I drew of my mom, Emily and I in our own paradise. I smile and I feel something change, I don't know what it is, but it does. I sit up and scream. My mom is standing in front of me, staring at me smiling. I reach out to touch her and she is flesh and blood real. I look around the room and I see my old dining room, with Caleb and Andrew setting the table. I see Emily run up to Andrew and he picks her up, spinning her around giving her kisses. I look back up to my mom, "Welcome home Darling" she says and I get up. I look around and it's my paradise, our family together again and happy. As much as I absolutely love it, I know it's not good to dwell in your past. It only makes the present sad, lonely and depressing.

"This is beautiful, but it's not real" I say to my mom, and immediately Andrew and Caleb start arguing. My mom starts decaying and looks like a zombie before crumbling to dust. Emily…my poor Emily is looking around looking lost. It turns from my Paradise to my worst nightmare.

I close my eyes and scream "GO AWAY" and I feel a gust of wind. I open my eyes and I am back in my white jail cell. I look around, how I did that. I get up from the cold, metal bed and walk to a door. I push on it and it opens, I walk out and I am in a white hallway. I can't take this anymore, I just want Four and Emily back.

I walk back in the cell and look at the floor and it looks a lot more inviting then that cold, hard, metal bed, I lie down and fall asleep as soon as my head hits the hard, white tile.

I wake up to the sound of light snores, they sound just like Emily's. I will them to go away but they don't. Great, I'm hearing things again. I look up at the ceiling and after about seven minutes of those precious snores. I get up and look around, I turn around and on my bed are my angels. I close my eyes and shake my head so much I'm pretty sure my brain is swollen. I open my eyes and they are still there. I think about them going away, but they don't they stay there. I reach out and poke Four; he jumps up looking around wide eyed, before he sees me.

Four P.O.V

I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. I can't take any more hallucinations, I know that I have lost my shining sun, but this sick place keeps making me see them again and again. I miss them so much, but if they are alive I won't be seeing them anytime soon. I know that much. I pray to God that Andrew hasn't hurt them.

Yesterday…I kept seeing them. Sometimes it was a happy illusion but most of the time it was a nightmare. Once it was Emily dyeing and I was made to dig her grave, I couldn't get them to go away. Even when I went to sleep they were there tormenting me, until I woke up wet with sweat and tears. I can't take any more hallucinations; it's not good for my health. I had multiple panic attacks yesterday. At one point I thought I was about to die. I think about the girl standing in front of me, if she isn't my Tris, I am going to die.

I look up and see her; she is looking down at me wide eyed. She looks horrible. Her hair is everywhere her face is dirty and the hospital gown she is in is covered in dirt, blood and wet from tears, or sweat. None of the other illusions looked like this. I look down and Emily is in my lap. She is in a hospital gown also, it's really dirty. Except her skin is ghostly pale and her dirty blond hair is everywhere. I look from Tris to Emily and start to cry. I am way to emotional, I think I'm going soft.

I look back up at Tris

"Please…tell me you're real" is the only thing I can muster out. Tears start streaming down her face "are you" she says. I smile and nod and before I know it Tris is hugging me. "I thought I had lost you" I said in her hair, "So did I…so did I". She lets me go and she picks Emily up. "Is she the real deal" she says looking down at her with one eyebrow raised. I shrug and poke Emily in the stomach, that's how I usually wake her up in the morning.

Emily's head pops up and she looks from side to side at each of us. She smiles and I see the Emily I know and love. "She's the real deal" I whisper and Tris nods before talking her with hugs and kisses. I start to tickle her and she starts laughing from delight. Tris and I sit up and look at each other with Emily in our laps.

She looks up to the ceiling "Thank you" she mouths and I do the same because why shouldn't I thank God for being so awesome.

I look back at her and kiss her cheek then Emily's forehead. Christmas may be tomorrow and were going to be stuck being lab rats, but as long as I am with my family I don't care where we are and what we're doing.

Andrew's P.O.V

Look at them. It disgusts me, they are dirty, hungry and in a jail cell and they are giving thanks. They are so happy, how can this be. I have made sure everything is hell for them and they are smiling and kissing. They are going to be spending Christmas in a cold, white jail cell and they are happy. I already let their friends go, they were immune to the hallucinations. Tris and Tobias are the only ones who aren't I can't let Emily go, I have to torture her. But how?... maybe…. I could make her think I terminated two certain people.

AUTHORS NOTE: Okay here is chapter two, I hoped you liked it. I said 3 chapters that is what I am doing. Oh and remember I am NOT Veronica Roth I don't make you love a character then kill them, I only kill people I don't like. See Tris is still alive. I cried so much after allegiant, I would never put anyone in that type of pain. It may seem like it but I'm not. Oh and I know I put some religious stuff in there and I am sorry if you don't believe in God but I do, so I am going to put that type of stuff in their sometimes. If you don't believe I encourage you to go get a bible and read it, trust me whatever you are going through he will help you, because he helps me. Review or P.M me if you need anything. OH and on the Caleb thing keep reviewing what you think because this storm is about to blow over and super fanboy is going to save the day. Show some more LOVE by REVIEWING!

~Liyah