UNPREDICTABLE ✞

I'm sorry for punching you in the face.

"When you feel my heat, Look into my eyes, It's where my demons hide, It's where my demons hide."

I hear metal grinding causing me to hold my head in agony. I open my eyes and was welcomed to darkness, where am I? I think, feeling around with my hands trying to find some clues. I feel corners, I reach above my head and feel a... lid?

I'm in a box.

I think to myself, tons of questions racing through my head like; How did I get here? who brought me here? who is me? at the last question, I stopped. I didn't even know my own name, how pathetic is that.

Bea?

Beatrice?

Tris. My name is Tris.

I humpf in satisfaction that I could accomplish something today. Suddenly, every now and then, I can see a red flashing light as I feel myself going upwards. Don't ask how I know, because, I don't. It was weird, I remember things, I just don't remember important information like how or why. I remember the taste of grapes, but I don't remember eating them, I remember reading a book, but I don't remember the book title or the author. Crazy. I start to feel tired and I lie down using my arms as pillows, I fall into a restless sleep to the beat of metal banging against concrete or some sort of other metal.

I open my eyes again to see a dozen more staring right back at me. I look down at my arms and see there is smudges of dirt, I rub at it but it doesn't come off. I look at my other arm and try the same thing, I get the same result.

I look down at my chest because my eyes had still not adjusted from the lighting change. I see another patch of dirt, this one in the shape of three birds in flight. It was then I realised that these wasn't bits of dirt. These were tattoo's. I hear a sudden whooshing sound and the box shakes with a bang from a pair of boots landing right next to me.

"Oh bloody hell." A beautiful, lean boy with dirt blonde hair and a pair of striking blue eyes says, the sun behind his head giving him a halo effect.

"What's down there Newt?" Someone yells from above.

"A new greenie, shuckface." Somebody else sasses.

"It's a girl." Newt says baffled.

Why is he so shocked that I'm a girl? has he never seen one before?

"A girl?" Someone shouts followed by a wolf whistle.

"I call dibs!"

"I call dibs of being the first one to beat the crap out of the Pansycake that just said that the moment I get up there!" I shout back at them.

I scare Newt but I don't care, I'm a human being not a piece of trash.

"Pansycake?" Newt asks me.

"Greenie?" I sass back.

Truth be told, I have no idea why I said Pansycake, it just slipped of my tongue. Like I used it regularly on a day to day basis.

"Alright! get me out of here before I kick each and every one of you Pansycakes for each minute you keep me down here!" I shout sweetly at them. I have no idea why I'm acting like this, this isn't me.

But who is me?

I don't know and it was hurting my brain just thinking about it. A rope was thrown down with a hoop but I decided to climb up using the rope instead. It was a natural instinct I knew that for sure, but I don't know where I got all this strength from or why it is a natural instinct for me to get up myself instead of relying on other people to do it for me. When I get to the top, I grab hold of the ground and pull myself up. I then swing my legs in a swift, graceful motion and stand up.