Hi guys. I've been really really busy lately. I know I haven't updated in a while, but it's been really overwhelming. Plus, it's 3:30 in the morning. Here it is! Ugh, life has been so busy! Thank you to all who commented, liked, favorited, I don't even remember what the options are anymore. So so sorry guys! Will try to update soon, but it's competition season for cello, so I'm SUPER DUPER busy all the time. Plus, I forget what's happening in my story. Make sure to check out my other co-written story on Ally646's account! It's called The One That Got Away! LeAve me a comment and suggestions, and follow me on twitter closetnerd2802

Song of the week: Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance

Disclaimer: Mr. Gerard Way, will you do the honors?

GW: Sure...um...in the middle of a gunfight, in the center of a restaurant...

Me: no no no-

GW: did I hear you say: nananananananananananananana

Me: fine, I'll do it. I don't own anything but my MCR obsession.

(If you understood any of that, you are now my almost best friend)

I jolt awake on the dusty ground. My clothes are soiled from lying in a pool of blood. My blood.

I am unaware of where I am or when I got here. Or how I got here. I slowly wake my way up to my feet before immediately sitting back down. I am overwhelmed with dizziness and am quickly out of breath. Panting, I crane my neck to get a better view of my surroundings. I am in a rectangular room with a cement floor and steel walls.

"Go ahead. Try and get out."

I turn to see a guy standing behind me. Confused, I walk over to the wall and push lightly. As I push, the wall slides towards me, sending me back s few steps. I push again, harder this time. Now, the wall continues to slide forward and knocks me back again. I give it one last, harder push and it jerks forward, sending me back until I hit the other wall. But all three walls have moved closer. I feel panick start to rise in my chest and I drop my head in between my knees. My head pounds and my heart skips every other beat. I lift and turn my head, only to find him standing there again.

"Go on. Keep trying."

I know it's wrong, but I struggle further, desperate to escape this pain. The room closes in tighter and the last thing I see is my face staring back at me.

My eyes fly open faster than the speed of light. I'm strapped into a chair, back to back with another figure. Person. I struggle to turn my neck and see who I'm up against. Tris. Tris! I found her! But...she's unconscious. Strapped into a chair. In the center of a room in the middle of who-knows-where. Well, aren't these odds just fantastic? Before I can think of any sort of plan, I hear a door open. I decide to quickly hang my head and shut my eyes to look as though I'm still unconscious. It worked in those movies, right?

"Oh, Four, don't even try to play dead. We are watching you. Always. Remember that."

I look up to see...Tris. What...

I turn around to see the chair empty. I glance back up at Tris. Her eyes meet mine, but they are distant, glazed. Mind control... Without warning, Tris steps backwards and turns to face the figure that had entered. As quickly as she turned, she pivoted to face me and sprang onto me, knocking my chair backwards. Her ice cold hands enclosing my neck.

Okay, really short, but I really don't have time. Give me suggestions! Love y'all so much! Hugs and dolphin kisses. I'll try to update soon!