Fourtris:It was an accident...

Ch.9:Hiding in Amity

The amity girl opens a door.She walks in.Tobias and I follow.

"This is where you two will stay.Johanna will come by to check up on you,and to give you your list of chores.Have a good rest of your day."

Tobias and I nod.

She smiles and walks to the door.

Before she walks out,she turns around,"Go with happiness."

Then,she leaves.

I sigh and sit on the bed,"Id rather go and punch something."

Tobias chuckles and sits next to me.

I look down at my arm.My sleeve is drenched with blood.I stand up and walk around the room,looking around the apartment for the restroom.I need to take a shower to get rid of all my blood and dirt.

Tobias stands up as well,"What are you looking for?"

I walk into the kitchen,"The restroom."

He nods,"I think it's by the bed."

I walk past him,out of the kitchen.I go into the living room,where the bed is.I look towards the bed,and see a door beside it.I walk over to the door and open it.Inside is a shower,sink,and toilet.

The restroom.

I walk in.Before I close the door,I poke my head out,"Thanks Tobias!"

"No problem!"I hear him yell.

I close the door.I take off all my clothes.I turn the water on.

I look at myself in the mirror,as I let the water turn warm.

Everytime I see myself,I see a whole new person.Im not the same girl from abnegation,the quiet,shy,girl,or the brave girl from dauntless.

No,im not that anymore.

I'm the girl that killed her bestfriend.Im the girl that fell in love with her instructor,and ended up with a growing baby in her stomach.

I'm the girl that lost her parents,in the worst way possible.

I can't look at myself anymore,not with all this guilt creeping onto me.

I open the sink cabinet and see a pair of scissors.I grab them and look into the mirror again.

You can't look like this anymore,Tris.You can't with all the guilt....

I grab my hair and cut,and cut,and cut,and cut.

I set the scissors down on the sink counter.I look into the mirror.

My hair is cut like a boy's,but it doesn't bother me,I can finally look at myself without all the guilt creeping up onto me.

I look down and see lots of blonde hair around my feet.

I'm going to have to sweep that all up.

I grab the scissors and put them back into the sink cabinet.

I pull the shower curtain open,then step in.I put my head into the warm water.

I brush my,now short,hair back,letting some of the dirt come off of my hair.

My arm still hurts from where I was shot,but I choose to ignore it everytime.

I grab the shampoo and squeeze some onto my hand.I then put my hands into my hair,scrubbing my head.

I put my head back into the water,getting all the shampoo off.

Once I'm done with that,I start with my body.I grab the rag and the bar of soap.I scrub some soap onto the rag.