Divergent High

Chapter 37- News

TRIS' POV:

A day spent without him is a day not worth living.

The couch sinks underneath me as I sit down.

Why do these things happen to me?

Why did I end up the lonely girl who has a coma boyfriend? Was my destiny really to sit here and think about my life?

I place my head on my knees.

I feel so broken.

Empty.

I sink my hands into my skull.

Sad.

Diminished.

I've been in this room for hours, not moving, not eating.

Nothing.

I feel as if my brain and my heart aren't connected to my body. As if I am stepping on them with my foot.

Maybe that's what is happening. Maybe that's why I feel like I do right now.

The television is on and it's not helping me at the moment. I already have a massive headache from just my thoughts.

"Fire on the NorthWest End. Three killed, ten survived but severely injured," the news lady says.

"Father shoots kids and wife then burns the house down with himself in it." (A/N: For those of you who don't know, respect to Megan Campbell and the Campbell family. We miss you.)

"Barack Obama signs a new immigration law."

"Corner store robbed by two young teenagers."

I close my eyes and breathe slowly.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Breathe. Just breathe. It'll be okay.

It'd be worse if he was dead.

I just don't know how to live with it. Everyday, walking along places and meeting new people. How could I not remind my brain of the pretty boy in the hospital room?

"Young man attacked by a young woman and put in coma."

My head snaps up.

A picture of Lauren's face appears.

"Have you seen her?"

Oh my god.

This is going to eat me alive.

Everywhere I go, the pain of missing him kills me.

I stare at Lauren's face.

I have to find her.

LAUREN'S POV:

"Black, sir," I reply.

He grabs the gun and sets it on the table. I pull my hat down and adjust my glasses.

"ID, please?" he asks.

I hand him the ID.

"That's a beautiful name, Beatrice." he says.

I nod slightly.

I grab the bag and walk out the door.

I turn back at the weapon store.

I may be in high school, but my high school years are over.

TOBIAS' POV:

I'm dying. I'm pissed. I'm mad, sad, and happy all at the same time.

I'm mad I can't tell the doctors to back off all the time, mad I can't just wake up, as if it would be that simple.

I'm sad because I can't seem to remember anything. I don't know half the people who walk in to say hello.

I'm happy because I don't have school. Being in a coma isn't much better, but still.

I always scream and trash and roll around and sing, but it must be all in my head, I'm not moving.

I'm bored, everyday, in this damn bed. I sit and do nothing and only some people can entertain me. No idea who they are, but still.

I just wish I could move, barely wiggl my fingers, or at least breathe a long breath through my mouth.

I have no idea how long I've been here, stuck with my own self to talk to. I'll hear a doctor say what day it is, all the time, but a few hours later and I lose track of time. I could have been here a week, a month, maybe even a year, if I could just ask someone.

Everytime I would feel terrible when I was a kid, Evelyn would hold me and tell me it would be alright. I wish I had that now. I wish I had her to embrace myself in.

That's all I want.

TRIS' POV:

I eat my sandwich quickly.

I went out to search for Lauren, but as soon as I stepped outside, I knew I was going to need some energy.

I wash it down with my drink and stand up, throwing the rest away.

It feels strange, to feel fresh air, to eat food, see the blue sky, and hear strangers talk about who knows what.

I haven't felt that in two days.

I miss him.

So much.