A/N: 20 Chapters! Thank you everyone who helped get me here! I'm sorry this chapter is so incompetent, I just finished my first final exam and I'm really tired, but I knew I had to publish something. I think the next chapter should be better, but either way. Enjoy this for now!

Chapter of Divergent (the actual book): 27

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

When I wake up the next morning, I feel better than I have since the day I left Abnegation. Hell, I feel better than I did since my seventh birthday. That's when my dad gave me his "gift."…

I leap out of bed, enthusiastic to start the day. I can hear the calls of the other trainers outside my door, and I run out with them.

"What's with you today, Four?" Zeke asks me.

"Can't a guy have a nice day?" I respond, smiling brighter.

Zeke rolls his eyes. "Whatever," he says, pushing open the door to the cafeteria. I run my hands through my hair, which I just cut Abnegation short.

Abnegation… Would Tris and I have ended up here, but in grey? Life would have been safer for us, I mean she would be a shoe-in for Abnegation, but Dauntless? Will she make it through initiation? Who am I kidding, she's in first, I think to myself with a smile.

Then I stop dead. She's in first… And if Eric finds out we're dating, he'll question her ranking. I feel my heart fall through my chest. We can't be together…

Head down, I walk into the cafeteria. I see out of the corner of my eye, Tris smiles and waves at me. I hide my face, so as not to show the pain, and I sit down with Zeke, not even looking over.

I see Tris's face fall. I'm so sorry…

She won't even look at me.

Everyone stands outside the fear landscape room, dawdling quietly as Lauren talks. I keep my eyes trained on the floor, trying to ignore everyone.

"Most of you will have anywhere from ten to fifteen fears in your fear landscape. That is the average number," she says.

"What's the lowest number someone has gotten?" Lynn asks. Did you have to ask?

"In recent years, four." I feel my face burn, but I don't move. I can feel Tris's eyes flick towards me.

"You will not find out your number today," says Lauren. "The simulation is set to my fear landscape program, so you will experience my fears instead of your own."

Then I begin to tune everyone out.

I can't believe myself. I've already hurt her again, when I vowed just last night that I would never let harm go near her.

Before I know it, Lauren is inserting the needle in her neck.

Then she goes in.

She stands next to the chasm, and faceless men begin to grab her, as she thrashes and kicks and screams. She screams and screams until she can't scream anymore and tears burn down her cheeks.

"Stop," I say loudly to Lauren. I'm ready to scream it at the top of my lungs. I can't take her pain anymore. Lauren looks curiously at me, and I realise I need a cover. I stomp over to the chair and wrench Tris to her feet.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

But I don't say that.

"What the hell was that, Stiff?" I ask violently.

"I…" her voice hiccups. "I didn't—"

"Get yourself together! This is pathetic," I say emotionlessly.

Her cheeks go pink.

"Shut up," she says, yanking her arm from mine and stomping out of the room in defeat.

I stand still. I can't move.

"Are you just going to let her talk to you like that?" I hear Lauren ask in the background, her voice sounding incredulous behind the ringing in my ears. My face goes cold. My whole body goes cold.

I nod softly.

Lauren scoffs. "When did you become so soft?" she asks, shaking her head as she walks by me.

I still don't move. I still can't move. It hurts too bad to move.