Chapter 12

Tris

I'm the one for a good time call

Phone's blowing up, they're ringing my door bell,

"Tris… Tris. Tris! TRIS!" Peter yelled, he was excited to have her back. It wasn't that hard to make as much out from the way he yelled her name. In the mists of everything Tris stopped and nearly forgot she had told him her name. Tris look round the room, franticly, trying to find something to be used as a weapon, she needed to protect herself. Peter is dangerous, Peter is dangerous, Peter is dangerous… Peter is danger… but he isn't. Tris told herself he was a danger to her but the more she actually told herself that, the less she believed it.

Peter hadn't hunted her down when she left, he had given her everything she could ever need. The truth was he had only ever been nice to her, with the exception of the fight that passed two days ago, and how did she repay him? By telling herself he was a danger to herself and anyone close to her. What was wrong with her, how could she just forget about her parents morals? How could she? Tears wheeled up in Tris' eyes, she had forgotten the one thing her parents had always asked of her, expected her to do. She had forgot to treat everyone like royalty, with respect, love and open arms. It never mattered how the people her parents had met acted towards them, it only mattered that they were, in fact, only human.

A knock sounded from the door, across the entire room. Her eyes darted to the door, he was back. One question, was all she needed to ask him, one fucking question. The question burned in her brain, made her pull at her own skin, made her worried. Would he let her? What would he do? How would he react? She closed her eyes willing herself to find the strength.

"Come in." She forced herself to stand up and watched as the door swung open. There he was, standing right in front of her, although it was a room's length in between the two, and all his glory. He smiled at the sight of her and she looked away, nervously.

"You came back?" It was a question, not a relief. His eyes shone, like the grass after a raining day.

"Why me?" The question, the one she had spent most of the last few day pondering on. "Why would you take me out of all the girls in the world? I'm not anything special, I'm just a broken, misguided loser how you happened to see at a bar. Why the interest?" she looked away, it was too hard to look at him, to see the heartbreak as it crossed his face.

"Why you?" He echoed, "Where do I start?" He laughed, a brisk and bitter laugh. "I was in the shop the day your parents died. I watched as you dropped to your knees, terrified that they wouldn't make it. I felt so horrible, horrible because of what I didn't do, for you. It haunted my memories, dreams and soul.

"So about one month ago, I looked you up. I expected you would have been thriving, pacing the bars and expectation of the world, only to find you were failing, barely alive. I followed you around, one day, you looked empty, two skinny, depressed. A scowl permanently marked on your beautiful face. I figured that I should do something for you. So I brought you here, thinking it would be the good thing to do, I have everything you would ever need. So why wouldn't you want to stay. When you rebelled against me I freaked, I fought with you, because I thought it would be good for you." He laughed another bitter laugh. "Look where that got us." He finished with a scoff.

He did this all for her, so she would no longer have to struggle. He did this for her, and it was sweet, in some weird twisted way.

"Peter," She began, her voice soft and soothing. "I understand that you did what you thought was best for me but I can't live this way. I can't burden you with my pathetic life and fucking problems." She looked him in the eye. "I'm so sorry." Her eyes watered and she ran, she ran all the way out of the house, stopping only to grab her bag.

Have you ever lost a family member? Someone close to you, perhaps? Tris has. She's felt the hearts wrenching pains, the soul ripping lose, the skull breaking memories, she's been through that. There are three way of handling it;

1- The good way, the people who act as if nothing happened, who accept the 'sorrys' and the pity but you never really tell what they feel.

2- The bad way, the people who spend most of their time holed up or talking to you about it, of course it gets annoying and those people are most likely to lose most of their friends.

3- Tris' way, it's for the people who happen to be shadows, the ones who never really stood out, the ones that no one cares for. Their grades get higher or lower, they stop talking or find some vicious circle that will kill them eventually.

That was what was going through Tris' head as she drove down the sun lit road. Her eyes blurred by tears. Why did all the bad things have to happen to her, all the good things happen to those who were assholes? She was selfish, she was a coward, she was dishonest, she was mean, she was stupid and she would always be that way.

Something caught Tris' eye, it flew high in the sky, free. A raven, free to do anything, be anything. She wished she could be a bird, fly away in to the sky, beautifully free. She loved the way the wind caressed the wings of the bird, the way it flew against it, almost rebelliously. She loved the way-

She heard it before she saw it, the honk, the car, and the motor bike. The lights so bright as if heaven was calling her. She felt the pain, she felt it but was numb. Everything moved in slow motion, her helmet detached itself from her head as she hit the ground.

It hurt, oh how it hurt. Her head pounded, she could no longer feel her left leg, and she couldn't breathe. But she didn't panic because for the first time, it reminded her she was human. It reminded her she could feel. After all those nights were she had only felt the numbness that came after the sorrow, she had once felt, it was almost nice to know she could in fact feel, anything at all.

The sound of the ambulance felt like it was in a completely different world. Her vision blurred, she could distantly her voices, the call of orders as they pulled her out. She could hear the distant voices telling her to stay awake but the pull of the darkness was as if someone had tied a leash to her neck and was dragging her in its unknown.

For a few minutes she let it drag her away from the pathetic thing she called a life. It would be easier if she did die. She closed her eyes and embraced the darkness.

"Beatrice, sweetheart wake up." Her mother called to her and set a hand on her head. Her eyes sprung open, almost as if her to wake up was a command. Her mother sat in front of her, beautiful and ageless. It was like staring at an angel.

"Mom…" she whispered because it was all she could do.

"Dear, you need to wake up, go back to the world where you live. I know it has been hard for you to live without us but you need to live. I've seen your future and I need you to live." Her mother's voice was soft but forceful at the same time. What was waiting for her?

"What happens in my future?" Tris couldn't help it, she just had to know.

"Something you've always dreamed of." She said, glancing at the white behind her. "You have to choose now, I don't have much time left."

She wished she could stay with her mother forever but knew it was better that she went back, that she woke up and fought for her life. That she stayed and found out what would happen with her, with her life.

She closed her eyes, yet again but this time instead of keeping them closed she willed them open. The weight of death was laid out on her eye lids, heavy like a rusty metal door that refused to open. She pushed and pushed, the weight slowly bringing her back to the world she hated so dearly. She fought death with every attempt to open her eyes to the real world.

The lights shone so bright, she blinked a few times before being able to see. The room was white, so white. Reluctantly she lifted her heavy head and looked beside her. A girl sat lied on the bed beside her, strange…

She heard feet coming from outside the room. A man brought himself into the door way. His dark brown hair tasselled and messy, his deep blue eyes wild with worry.

Four?

Her heart rate picked up and her breathing shallowed. What was he doing here?

"Amanda!" Was the last thing she heard before tumbling back in to the darkness.

Hey guys,

Kinda cliffy dontcha think?

or not.

maybe?

probably not.

anywho, this was a much needed update so yay!

i'm going to tell you my schedule so you understand if I don't update

Monday: swim team and sincro from 11:00-2:30 water polo 6:30-9:00

Tuesday: water polo practice 8:00-9:oo team 11:00- 12:00, bronze medallion 6:00-8:00 p.m

Wednesday: swim team and sincro 12:00-2:30 swim meat 6:15-9:30

Thursday: water polo game 6:30-9:00

Friday: swim team 12:00- 12:45

and nothing on the weekend. :). so as you can, I happen to be quite busy and then all the things I do that aren't planed, so yah. that's ^ my life over the summer ;)

Question of the day: are you this busy?

Answer of the day: nooooooooooooooooooooooooo *Sarcasm*