A/N: Sorry about the length of this chapter, it was sort of a filler :P the next one should be longer, but no promises :P

Chapter of Divergent (the actual book): 20

Disclaimer: I don't own the Divergent trilogy or any of the characters

"It's just a simulation, Tris," I whisper quietly. Tris breathes harder and harder as she sinks slowly into the chair. Taking a breath, I insert the needle in her neck.

I see Tris in a glass box on the Pit floor. The initiates surround her. Her hand finds its way to her reflection in the glass. I feel her heartbeat rise through the machine. Then I take in a breath. I see myself. Simulation me points at Tris's feet with a smirk. I feel the need to slap myself. The water begins to rise to her ankles.

"Hey!" she calls. "Let me out of here!"

The water slides up her calves. She pounds on the glass.

"Get me out of here!" Christina and Peter share a thought and laugh at Tris. The water covers her thighs. She pounds the glass. The water rises past her chest.

"Help!" she screams. "Please! Please help!" I want so badly to end the simulation, but I don't. She floats gracefully to the top, and for a bad moment, I fear that she's asphyxiating, but instead she gulps in air from the last inch.

Don't panic, Tris.

She thrashes in the water, pounding and kicking and screaming. Her next thought fills me with chills.

The simulation is all in your head, she thinks to herself. She taps her finger against the glass and it shatters.

Divergent.

She gasps for air and sits up in the room. I stare at her.

"What?" she asks.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Crack the glass," my voice is ghastly low.

"I don't know," she whispers.

I offer Tris my hand, helping her up. I grab her by the elbow and half lead-half drag her out of the room. We walk quickly down the hallway. She stops, pulling her arm back.

"What?" she demands. I take a breath. It's now or never.

"You're Divergent," I reply. My voice is fast and low. I can almost feel the fear radiating off of her. I see her attempt to act casual. She leans back, taking in a gulp of air.

"What's Divergent?"

"Don't play stupid," I say quickly. "I suspected it last time, but this time it's obvious. You manipulated the simulation; you're Divergent. I'll delete the footage, but unless you want to wind up dead at the bottom of the chasm," just like Amar, "you'll figure out how to hide it during the simulations! Now, if you'll excuse me."

I storm back into the simulation room, leaving Tris in the hallway.

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Marcus. Evelyn. Amar. My baby sister who never got to see the light of day. The ever-growing list of ghosts that I knew that will always haunt me. Am I really ready to add to that list? Yes, I like Tris. Yes, I would protect her with my life because honestly, I have no one else to give my life for.

I've grown used to loneliness. There's never been anyone to trust for me before, and Tris is like the wrench that has been thrown in the dynamic of my life. But sometimes turning a corner can be good. Sometimes, finding someone to love can be important.

So what am I waiting for?

I just don't know if I'm ready.

What is there to know? You like her, she likes you…

Does she like me?

I suppose that's what I'm waiting for. Logic and emotion battle it out inside of my head, and I begin to lose track of which is which. I suppose, in the end, that I'll wait for Tris, although I honestly don't know what I'm waiting for.