HELLO PEOPLE!:) Hey, I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while…I've had to help my mom, and I also had some writer's block…but I'm back now!;) So….without further ado…here is Chapter 4!

Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent or any other characters…Not even Four. :'( I also don't own "The River Flows in You" by Yiruma or "All of Me" by Jon Schmidts…I'm not sure if I need to do the songs…but oh well. If I didn't, who cares? ;)

Chapter 4

Tris POV

"Honey!" It was my mom. "Come downstairs please! We have something for you! It's your birthday present!" "Ok, Mom! I'll be right down!" I said. It was my 12th birthday today. I know they have a present for me…secretly I was hoping for a piano. I've always been mesmerized by their beautiful sound. I know that Mom had played piano at one point of time in life, so maybe she could teach me. I wanted one really bad, but I would never tell. I wouldn't want to be selfish and rude.

When I get down the stairs, I see a HUGE box. It lays horizontally. It has a bunch of silver wrapping paper with purple polka dots on it. The box about 4 feet long and about 5 feet high. It was about the size of a piano…but they didn't know that's what I wanted…right? "Happy birthday!" Mom, Dad, and Caleb all yelled! "Well, what are you waiting for? Open it! C'mon!" said Caleb.

He was so selfless. Just seeing other people happy made him happy too…but I know he was probably one of the nerdiest people I've ever met. So he has an interesting personality. Mom and Dad are also selfless. Mom has always been a little more daring though…she doesn't show that side of her very often and when she does, it's only for a very short period of time. A minute at the most. Dad was smart. Like Caleb. But he only showed that side of him when Caleb and I needed help on our homework. It was enough nevertheless. We always got it done on time with the correct answers.

I approach the box, wondering what something that size could be. Again, a piano comes to mind, but I push it to the back of my head. I didn't want to show any disappointment on my face whatsoever, if it wasn't a piano.

I start to unwrap it, slowly and carefully, trying not to rip any of the beautiful wrapping paper on it. When that is a success, I see a picture curving around the very edges of the side I was on. I can't see enough of it to be able to tell what it is. The picture must be on the other side. I look at my mom and she looks excited. I sit at that side for a moment and look at Dad and Caleb.

Caleb looks eager and annoyed. The annoyed part of his look must be because of my slowness. Dad looks the same as Mom. Excited. "C'mon Bea! Look at it, already!" Caleb whines, as if it's his own present he wants to see.

I decide not to keep them waiting any longer and slowly get up and walk over to the other side. What I see makes tears spring to my eyes. A piano! I look over at everyone and Mom asks "Do you like it?" She looked a little nervous. I look at her in the eyes and say "Are you kidding me! I don't like it! I LOVE IT!" and hug her as hard as a 12 year old possibly could. "How did you know!?" I asked. "I always saw you loved the piano. When we would walk past them in a store you would automatically walk over them. It was pretty obvious actually." Mom said, while smiling.

We bring it up to my room and once it's situated I say "Thank you so much guys! Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" They smile and mom then asks, "Do you want me to teach you?" I smile and say "Yes please!"

So she does. We practice every day after I come home from school, and before I know it, I'm playing so many different songs, I can't even count all of them. After about a year, I'm playing very difficult songs with ease. I play "The River Flows in You by Yiruma, "All of Me by Jon Schmidts", and even just modern day songs. All thanks to Mom.

Suddenly, everything changes and it's my 14th birthday. I know what this day brings, even in my dream. I pray and wish that I will wake up before it happens, but I know that my wishes never come true. I'm not going to wake up before this happens. I'm in the car and I try to tell my dad before this happens, but it's like my lips are glued shut. I can't talk, but I can move. Maybe if I use hand gestures. I try to, but they won't look at me! I try to talk, but again am not successful. I see the car swerving around the road and feel silent tears drip down my cheeks. I see it coming closer and closer and I close my eyes.

I feel the impact, and I can feel the same amount of pain as that day. I hear Dad, Mom, and Caleb talking. Confused, I turn around and force myself to open my eyes. I see them all bloody and mangled. "This is all your fault Beatrice! If you would've warned us, we would've been alive!" That was Caleb. I find that I can talk now, but can't move to help them. I try talking. "No! No! I tried, but I couldn't talk! I really did try!" I half yell, half cry. 'Don't even try that with us Beatrice! We know you could talk! Do you not love us enough to even help us!" my dad yells. "Beatrice just help us! Move! Please!" Mom. Not her. No! No! No! Not mom. I can't have her criticize me! No!

I start crying. I try to move…but I can't. "Just move Beatrice! You could save us! Please!" cried mom. "I can't mom! I can't move!" I say. Suddenly her eyes turn hard and cold. Not at all like the ones had I known. "You don't even love us do you!? You are going to be happy once we are dead, aren't you!" yells mom. "No mom! I'm not!" I say. "Oh well. I never loved you anyways. You were a disgrace. Goodbye Beatrice." Says Mom. Then all of them, Mom, Dad, and Caleb, fall back at the same time with no life left in them. "No! Mom! No!" I yell.

I wake up in cold sweat, panting and screaming. I have tears streaming down my cheeks.

I hear Tori come in. "Tris! Tris! Are you alri-"she stopped talking when she saw the tears on my face. "Another nightmare?" she asked. I slowly nodded my head yes. "Oh, honey." Tori said. She came over and cradled me while I cried into her shoulder. "What was it about? Can you show me?" she asked. I slowly looked over to the piano in my room. The same one as 4 years ago. It sits in the corner of my room, dusty and old. I haven't touched it since the day they were gone. I can barely look at it without bursting into tears thinking of the memories it brought.

I then look over at the pictures on my windowsill of Mom, Dad, Caleb, and I. I take an extra-long time looking at these. I see the picture of Caleb and me, from when we went to Paris as a family vacation, and had managed to get ice cream all over our faces from the café we had went to. I see the picture of my dad and I standing in front of the Eiffel Tower. That day had been fun. We had explored the city and our last place we had went to was the Eiffel Tower. It had been my dream to see it. I see Mom and I standing at the top of the Eiffel Tower, looking over the ledge. We had been the only ones brave enough to venture out to the ledge, and even more, look off of it. This had been one of the times when her brave part of her personality had shown.

I tear myself away from the pictures and finally point to the untouched calendar in my room. It is off by 2 years, almost 3, and is set to the month of June. Like the piano, I hadn't touched the calendar since that awful day.

I watch as she slowly puts the pieces together. When she does, she looks at me and says, "Listen, Tris. I know that it may not seem like it now, but someday the pain WILL start to fade away. It might tomorrow, it might next, week, or it might be 5 years from now, but I just know that you'll make it through this." I look at her with new tears in my eyes. I don't believe her, but it brings tears to my eyes to think that she believes in my strength, and won't ever give up on me.

I hug her, and she hugs back. We stay like this for, who knows how long, until she finally breaks the silence. "Tris?" she asks. I look up at her to show her that I'm listening. "Listen, this may not be the best time, but I need to tell her something." She says. I start to worry. What if she doesn't want me anymore? What if she thinks I'm just some broken girl who is weak and can't get over the past? Or even worse yet…what if she has some disease and is gonna leave me alone? "No, Tris. Stop thinking like that. Nothing bad is going to happen." I think to myself. I still can't get rid of my worrying thoughts though.

The worry must be evident in my eyes because Tori takes one quick look at me and says "Don't worry! It's nothing bad! Well…I don't think at least." Good. Just hearing her say that makes relief spread through my body like a wave washing on to the shore. But….what is it then?

I cock my head to the side, clearly showing confusion. She takes a deep breath and says, "Tris, I've been looking for a job. You knew that, right?" I nod my head yes.

It's true. She'd been looking for a job for the past year and a half. I don't know how she hasn't gotten one yet….I mean she's responsible, respectful, kind, but stern. Just what people needed for a job, in my opinion. But in other people's point of view, I guess they didn't want that in a person. I don't know why, so don't ask me. Anyways, she's been going to different schools. She's always wanted to be a teacher.

Tori snaps me out of my thoughts. "Well, at the last job interview, they said they had enough teachers, but were going to send my resume out to other schools that needed teachers. Yesterday, I got a call saying that they found me a school that was interested in employing me. I would be the art and music teacher if I accept." She says. I know she loves art AND music. It would be a win-win. But there is something she's not telling me.

I look at her, urging her to go on. I know the look in my eyes says something along the lines of, "I know you're hiding something form me. Spit it out, c'mon! What's the worst it could do?" She sees this look and takes a deep breath. "Tris… it's in Chicago." She says. This takes me by surprise.

Chicago? Chicago!? Wow. I was not expecting that. How far did this person send her resume out to!? Tori looks at me again, and I can tell she's trying to hide it, but I know that she really wants this job. "This is completely up to you if we go or not. I don't want to force you to move if you don't want to." She says, looking me over.

I close my eyes and think about it. Would I want to move away from the only place I really knew? Move away from the memories, the pain, the past? Move away from the house I once lived in, with my only real family?

No matter how many questions I ask myself, I know that I want to get away. Plus, this is one of the only job opportunities that Tori will get AND like. I want to escape this town, the town that caused all the pain and destruction. I want to start over and make a new me…but I think I need just a little bit more time to look at my belongings and out my window. I need to see everything, just one last time. Before I leave because I know that I will never look at my belongings close like how I will be looking at them within the next 10 minutes, or so. Just one more glance, then I will be able to move on…I think.

Slowly, I open my eyes and see that Tori is looking at me with disappointment in her eyes. She thinks I'm going to say no. "Listen, Tris. I know that it would be hard for you to move away from the only place you know. It's fine. Maybe, I'll get another opportunity closer to here." She says, but I can see the doubt and sadness in her eyes as she says this.

She starts to walk away, but I grab her arm at last second. She turns around and looks at me with a new hope starting to form in her eyes. "Yes, Tris?" she asks. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and look at her as if to say, "Give me a few minutes to think." She knows me so well, that she understands and walks out the door, but not before asking, "Is 10 minutes enough time?" I nod my head yes. She walks out the door, obviously knowing that I need some privacy right now.

Slowly, as if I know that it's going to be the last time I do (Which I do, I guess), I look out my window, and out into the small town I live in. Even with the size, it still looks big, because of all the memories it holds. I see the lights that light up the street at night, the greenest grass I have ever known, and the noise of cars, driving into the night, passing through this little town of mine, most likely heading to another city, and this was just on the way there. I know I will miss this place, but at the same time, I'm glad I'm leaving. It's weird, but I don't really want to think about this too much right now.

I move on to the pictures. I silently cry as I look at them. This is the part I was the happiest and the saddest to see. My mind is strange. I take a close look at each one of them, memorizing them, and making sure the picture is stuck in my memory, before moving on. I make sure the memories are in my mind too, even though I know that I won't want to think about them for too long after this. It will just bring more tears.

I finally move on to the piano. I don't know what it means to me exactly, but I know it means just as much as the pictures do. I'm sobbing by the time I get to the piano because it has irreplaceable memories behind this as well. Nobody could ever replace them. No one at all. Besides, who would want someone like me? Broken, short, ugly, stupid, weak, non-sociable, flat-chested, the list goes on.

I pull myself out of these thoughts and focus on the task at hand. I look at the piano again, this time brushing off some of the dust that lays on its keys. I pull out one of Mom and I's favorite piano books from the piano bench and hold it close to my chest, like a mother would do for her baby. I flip through its pages and come across our favorite duet. I start to sob, but surprisingly, still staying quiet enough that Tori hasn't come in yet…or she just knows that I would need privacy and is not coming in because she knows I can handle this, if nothing else. I suspect the latter, but I'm still not sure.

I slam the book shut and stuff it in the piano bench once again. I'm too weak to even handle this. How does Tori handle me and my weakness? "Enough." I think to myself. "Stop thinking about that. Your 10 minutes is almost up." I sigh and force my thinking to a stop. I look at the piano again, but I slowly start to reach out to a key. I close my eyes. I'm not sure why I do this, but I can't stop myself now. I hear a sound and snap open my eyes. I noticed I hit a C. Just like I always would when Mom told me to pick out my favorite key. It was always a C, no matter what. I start sobbing even harder, which I didn't know was even possible.

I start taking my calendar off my wall and rip it up. I rip it into a million tiny pieces. After I slow my crying down to a slow stream I throw all the pieces into the trashcan. I know my ten minutes are almost up and drag myself onto my bed, expecting Tori to walk in at any moment. I manage to get my tears to a complete stop…for now at least. I know they will be reappearing soon.

I hear the door crack open and look over to see Tori walk in. She still has hope in her eyes, but is trying to hide it. She looks at me and asks, "Have you made your decision? Or do you need more time?" I hold up one finger, as if to indicate that I will answer her first question first, then nod my head up and down, slowly. Then I hold two fingers up, for the second question, and move my head from side to side. Yes, no, are my answers. She nods her head and looks at me one more time before asking, "What did you decide, Tris?"

I close my eyes, take a slow deep breath, and open them. I see her looking at me with expectance and hope gleaming in her eyes. I realize that she probably wants this as bad as I do. I look up at her and close my eyes, remembering what it was like outside my window. I decide to tell her. I've kept her waiting long enough. She leans closer to me and asks, "Tris? Yes or no?" I give her a sliver of a smile, before nodding my head yes.

Yes, as in, we are moving to a new city, a new house, a new neighborhood, a new school, a new job for Tori, where

I can create a new me.

Once again, I apologize for the long wait. I did help my mom a lot, but she is getting A LOT better! So I should be able to update more often! :) I went to school today and kept getting really excited when I knew I should be able to update tonight! That's what kept me moving throughout the day! I hope to update again soon! :) This chapter is the longest chapter yet! I felt bad for keeping you waiting, so I went back to Microsoft Word and added about 600 more words. Just for you guys! Now it's 3.5k words instead of 2.9k! :) Please review and tell me your thoughts about this chapter! Whenever you review it motivates me to keep writing, so PLEASE review! I read each and every one of your reviews, you always make me smile, no matter what you put! ;) Next chapter should be up fairly soon, and it will be about Tris' first day! :) So until then, BYE!:):)