Fate Happens

by Divergent24-7

FourTris! This story is about Tris in modern day, and a old friend of her's who moved away when she was 14. They had fallen for each other, but when he moved away, he broke her, and she falls into a depression. Eventually she moves to Chicago and deals with her problems. Will that old friend be there to help? WARNING:depression/self harm and sexual content later in the story.

31. Chapter 31

Chapter 31:

TOBIAS POV:

It's around 11 when I finally leave Tris house, carrying her journal and clothes in a bag. I quickly climb into my car, and head out toward the hospital. I've laid the bouquet of roses out on the seat next to me, the single white rose standing out instrumentally, like I wanted it to.

It takes about ten minutes to get back to the hospital, and five more to sign in to go back to her room. When I get to the hallway, I notice everyone but Christina are sitting on the outside the room. They all are sulking, their faces holding greef and all of them stare out into the distance with blank expressions.

As I get closer, Zeke looks up, straight at me, his face changing from one of greef to one of guilt. Immediately I know something's up, the way he looks at me screams that he-or they-did something wrong.

"What did you do?" I practically yell as I become closer and closer to them.

"N-nothing…" Zeke barely mutters.

"What the hell did you do!"

This time it's Uriah who speaks up, "We didn't do anything, that psycho, bitch nurse did."

I don't even bother asking for further explanations, I just walk into the room. When I enter, both Tris's and Christina's heads turn to look at me. Christina's eyes are red and puffy, as where Tris's eyes are regretful and angry. I immediately set her bag down and take the chair on the left side of her, scooting it as close to her as possible.

I begin to brush her hair out of her face, staring into her beautiful eyes at the same time I ask Christina, "What happened? Why is Uriah and everyone mad at the nurse? And why didn't you call?"

"I-I…" Then she bursts into tears, covering her face with her hands.

I look to Tris expectantly, but she just stares back, not changing the expression that flashes her face. My eyebrow raise, as I try to get her to talk to me, normally she would be able to tell what I want, and apparently she knows what it is, because all she does is shake her head no.

"What the hell happened? I have the right to know!" I yell, tearing my eyes away from Tris and glaring at Christina.

"The...they want to put her in a psychiatric ward…"

What the hell. They can't put her in the psychiatric ward, she's not mental, she's just upset. Who am I kidding… she's depressed, but she still cant leave me to go to the psychiatric ward. Not that I don't want her to get help, and get better, I just know that in the psychiatric ward she will have meltdowns and freak out.

"They can't do that…" Well they can but… "They can't do that without parent concent...right?"

"The nurse said they can," then she has to take a deep breath, "she also said that the only way she won't admit her is if she talks… bu-but she refuses."

I turn back to Tris, her eyes are more filled with guilt than ever. I know her, and when she is committed to do or not to do something, she really commits. She's the most stubborn person I know, and sometimes that is good, but in times like these, it's the worst trait she could have.

"Tris, please talk, please, for me."

She just shakes her head, telling me she doesn't want to.

"They are going to put you into a mental hospital if you don't, I need you to talk for me, please."

And she shakes her head again. No.

"Will you talk if your mom is here?"

And again.

"Is there anything I can do to make you talk again?"

Finally she just glares at me, making it known that she wants to drop the subject. Though I do try, I just can't drop it, Tris Prior can't be put in a mental hospital.

"Fine, if you won't talk to me, I'm going to go take our sulking friends, who do talk, out to get some coffee, this is going to be a long night."

She cringes visibly, but I ignore it and stand up, grabbing Christina's arm on the way out. I make my way out the door and into the hallway, demanding that all my friends come with me.

We only spend about 15 minutes waiting and drinking our cups of coffee in total silence. As we get closer to her room, I tell them to stay out in the hall, so that she won't be overwhelmed and I can have a moment with her. They agree and take their seats on the floor outside her room while I go in.

When I open the door, I don't find her in her bed, she's sitting on the ground, looking out the floor to ceiling window. She's ripped her IV out of her arm, and it's hanging off the edge of her bed.

So fast I don't know how it even happened, I'm on the floor next to her, gathering her up in my arms. I try to pick her up but almost instantly she starts to resist, though weakly, I let go. I'm not sure how to go about this, but I know that now is the time, now is the time I restart what's left of her good memories. Now's when I recite the speech I've been rolling over in my head the whole ride here. Now's the time.

"Tris, I love you." I start, to gain her attention. "I love you so much, but if you love me, you need to show me. Now is the time you show me. I know I left you, I know I cheated on you. But I swear to god if you ever asked me what my biggest regret is, I would say both of those things. I freaking cheated on you Tris, and some how you take me back. I've never been good enough for you, but for some reason, you keep coming back….

"But Tris," I can't stop the tears that begin to cloud my vision and fall down my cheeks, "you've tried to kill yourself twice. Both times have been because of my doings. I know that if things don't change, you will try a third time, and that time no one will be there to save you. I know that saving is not what you want, but Tris, saving you is what I need.

"You've told me before that things won't change after you're gone, that the world will keep spinning, and the sun will still rise and set like normal. But, if you're gone, my world will stop, it will stop spinning, it will become nothing. Sure the sun will rise and set, but I won't be able to not look at it without breaking, knowing that my brightness is gone."

I reach over to the bag that I brought all her stuff in, and reach into it, grabbing the flowers I gently paced in there on the way into the hospital. Very carefully I put the flowers in her hands, and say what I wrote so many years ago.

"You stand out to me, in a sea of red pain and anger, you are the white light. You are my angel. Tris none of this will be worth anything if you don't exist with me. When I wrote that, I cried the whole time, as soon as I left your backyard I fell down from bawling so hard on my way back home that night. I still have the guitar from when we were little, buried deep in my closet so that my father couldn't smash it. Tris, I never stopped loving you, and no matter what you or I do, I will never stop loving you.

"So, in return for my love, will you just do this one thing for me, just this one. Please just open those beautiful lips and speak to me. Please just let me hear your voice…" I beg and plead, hoping and praying she will concede and finally speak to me.

After a minute of her staring at the flowers I gave her, she looks up, and a wave of something I don't recognize washes through me. She looks sorrowful and guilty, more guilty than before I left for coffee. Then, out of no where, tears build up in her eyes in just a few seconds, and suddenly she's bawling on my shoulder, dropping the flowers to the ground.

And in just a few moments later, I can hear her sniffle loudly, and finally her beautiful voice shakes out, "I-I'm sor-sorry."

I begin to whisper sweet nothings into her ear as she clings to me, repeating how sorry she is. I'm not stupid, and I know that this is also her admitting that she really was trying to kill herself again, she wasn't just upset. Though that is what drove her to do this. I'm just incredibly lucky that someone has been there for all the times she's tried, because only god knows the ratio of how many are saved and how many succeed.

"Tris...you need to know something." I gently whisper, preparing myself for her angry side. "I...uh, found your journal."

"You found my journal?" She speaks softly, but harshly. Immediately her tears are gone, almost as quick as they came and she's sitting back up glaring at me.

Tris is about the yell at my, I can tell, when I interrupt her, "I know I had no right, and I know you know how I got to it. I honestly wasn't looking for it, I was looking for clothes for you and with my teenager boy brain, I stopped on a compromising drawer. I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how amazing you would look in some of it….and as I got further back I-uh, found some more….revealing stuff. That's around when I felt your journal."

She huffs at me, trying to act like she's not blushing like a lunatic, "I'm guessing you read it…."

"Yeah, but only the first page, the first song you wrote, along with the entry, and then the last one." I say, reaching for the journal stuffed in the bag, grabbing it and placing it in Tris's hands. "I know I had no right to go through your personal stuff, but if you turn to the last page, I have something for you."

She quickly flips to the last page she wrote in, then stares at the small writing.

"I finished it, and if you don't mind I would like to test it out…" I tell her, not giving her a chance to read it over as talk to her. "Sing it with me, it's a duet."

Tris clears her throat, trying to lose the obvious tears threatening to scratch her voice, but as soon as she starts to sing, the sound is like an angels.

Little do you know

How I'm breaking while you fall asleep

Little do you know

I'm still haunted by the memories

Little do you know

I'm trying to pick myself up piece by piece

Little do you know

I need a little more time

Underneath it all I'm held captive by the hole inside

I've been holding back for the fear that you might change your mind

I'm ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder fight

Little do you know

I need a little more time

Then I begin the part I wrote and memorized at her house, not even a few hours ago. The lyrics I wrote explain my side, while hers explain her side. I want her to know my feelings, she needs to know that I would do anything for her, even if it takes eternity for her to get better.

I'll wait, I'll wait

I love you like you've never felt the pain,

I'll wait

I promise you don't have to be afraid,

I'll wait

The love is here and here to stay

So lay your head on me

Little do you know

I know you hurt while I'm sound asleep

Little do you know

All my mistakes are slowly drowning me

Little do you know

I'm trying to make it better piece by piece

Little do you know

I, I love you 'til the sun dies

After I sing, my voice tight from nerves and sorrow, it's both of our turn to sing together, our voices lacing together like satin ribbon.

Oh wait, just wait

I love you like I've never felt the pain,

Just wait

I love you like I've never been afraid,

Just wait

Our love is here and here to stay

So lay your head on me

I'll wait (I'll wait), I'll wait (I'll wait)

I love you like you've never felt the pain,

I'll wait (I'll wait)

I promise you don't have to be afraid,

I'll wait

The love is here and here to stay

So lay your head on me

Lay your head on me

So lay your head on me

Finally, I finish the ending off.

'Cause little do you know

I, I love you 'til the sun dies

Hey everyone. I'd like to give the credit to Alex and Sierra for the wonderful song; Little Do You Know. I'd also like to say I'm sorry, and it seems like that's all I have to say in these things anymore. I just keep saying I'm sorry because I can't stop updating late. I know I suck and I'm truly sorry. Just to let you know though, every time I got a review, I wrote a little more, up until it was finished. So you guys inspire me to write more every time you review, or even just read my story...though I don't know that unless you favorite it...but I love love love all the support. You are what keeps me going. I love you all, until next time.

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~divergent24-7