together - tmr newt

The past

JEN POV

What have I done? To deserve all this. I was trying not to let the others know, but it looked like Thomas was more observant than I thought. Well, I didn't want to make him worry anymore, so I just told him. I had made him cry. Cry.

I never really thought that he cares much about me. But I was slowly overcoming the darkness that threatened to swallow me up. It never really went away, but it got better. The next day, I decided that I would get a tattoo. A small one.

I dragged Thomas and Aeden out of their beds to come and get one with me. Thomas chose the Dauntless symbol on his back, while Aeden went for a lightning bolt on his right arm. I had a hard time choosing one for myself though. I finally decided on a bird with an arrow clipped between it's beak. It was painful, but only for that moment. It slowly wore off, and Arianne came over to check it out.

She had me meet the other Dauntless leader, Uriah. His smile never seemed to go away. He shook my hand with joy, and cracked a few jokes to make us feel at home. Tomorrow, the faction meeting will be held. We would follow the 3 leaders, apparently it was official to introduce the newbies when they came in.

I had formed a close bond with Tris and Uriah, but not much of Four. Or in other words, he hates me.

A few days ago, his sister had died. She had been in a coma for two years, and the day she woke up, she attacked me. Out of nowhere. Well, my self-defense instincts kicked in, she was about to claw my eyes out.

I reached for my knife, and dragged it down her arm. They couldn't save her. Four started yelling at me, but he stopped after Tris held him back. But some shuck-faced slintheads (Thomas's words) started bullying me. It was kept a secret to everyone else, done at night when they would call me all sorts of things: murderer, monster, freak, outcast. Then, I really felt like one, and that was when depressikn actually started kicking in. The memories didn't make it any better.

But tonight, it came again, without fail, but I fought it. For him. I never wanted to see his eyes clouded with tears again.

"Out. Now. GET OUT! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?" He yelled. "Please, Ace. Please. Give me a chance." I pleaded, the tears spilling out. He slapped me. Hard.

"Can I get a life? I don't want some emo anti-social girl for my girlfriend. I want a popular, smart, rich one. So now leave my life, and I never, ever want to see your ugly face in my door again." That was the last straw. I fled, entered my house and slammed my room door shut.

Changing.

"You're the reason we're in this state. You. If you were never born, my wife wouldn't have died. All because of you, she had a reason to jump in front of the car. And that's how she died." He smashed a glass bottle on the wall, one of the pieces struck my leg. I howled in pain. "Oh. It's painful right? The pain that she got was much worse than this, you worthless girl."

He slipped his belt off and started to hit me with it. By the time it ended, I had bruises down my arms and legs. I ran out from the house, became a runaway. My father didn't even bother to find me. Wasn't expecting him to. Then WICKED found me.

The horrifying truth of my dark path had finally been revealed clearly enough for me to understand. I woke up breathing hard, and resisted the urge to let the psychological pain out onto physical pain. For him.

Again, I had more visions come back. Lynn and Dylan were in my head. Thomas and Aeden were there as well. "What's the meaning of this, Dylan?" Aeden opened his mouth. "Waking us up from our bloody sleep for this?!" Thomas added. Dylan waited for them to calm down before explaining.

"Look. Lynn was "promoted" to work in the computer system lab. She found out some information. She wasn't supposed to share it with anyone, but we trust you guys. We won't talk about this tomorrow, but we will do it through here." He tapped his forehead, and continued. "If you do this, you will sort of like zone out, so I think we will do it at night. Make sure you're awake at 10pm."

Then, they faded, and left us to our peaceful sleep.

Next morning, the leaders took us onto a hovercraft, where we would travel to the center of the factions, the Capitol, they called it. During the ride, we laughed and talked, but Four remained silent. He wasn't giving me that glare anymore, but he was still avoiding me. Tris seemed to notice. "Come on, Four. Is this about that again? You got to open up abit dude." She said, putting an arm around his shoulders. He only nodded, and as the hovercraft landed, he made an excuse to leave for a while.

We were almost late. As we entered the Conference Room, Lynn was alarmed. For what? But by the time we noticed, it was too late. Halfway through, a woman entered to take the faction leaders to "somewhere private". And so, the five of us were left in the room alone. "Guys, we need to escape. I know what they're going to..." Her words were cut off by a hissing sound from the ceiling. Thomas went for the door, but it was locked. Sealed shut. This wasn't a mistake or anything. This had been planned all along.

The gas seeped slowly from the air vents. Aeden signalled for us to cover our mouths, but I was already having black spots in my vision, and Thomas and Lynm had collapsed. Dylan managed to pry open the window, and as I slowly crawled to escape, I was engulfed by darkness.

I woke up at one of the Dauntless hospitals. Somehow I made it out alive. But where was Aeden and Thomas?  I tried to stand up, but I couldn't get control of my legs. In fact, I couldn't control any of my limbs. Well, shuck it. Paralysed for ever. Dylan came to visit. "Hey. You fine?"

"Do I look like I'm fine? I can't even move. I'm paralysed."

He immediately left to bring me a wheelchair. "Where's Thomas? And Aeden." I asked. "Aeden's still in the coma state, I haven't found Thomas yet. Well...the doctors say Aeden might not wake up."

I broke down.