The Return "Allegiant p2"

Chapter 1 -Tris-

I wake with a start screaming "TOBIAS!" But then I get really confused like I always do when this name randomly comes to mind. Who is Tobias? And why do I know that name? It must be the all part of the concussion I got a fews years back when I fell. The doctors that checked me said that I would be okay but that everything might be fuzzy for three or fours years.

At least my gun wound had healed. I'm not even sure where that came from. I don't think I'm the type to be using a gun or have one used on me for that matter. All I know is that when I woke up, a few people who called themselves doctors were standing over me and they explained everything.

Now I live near the place where I woke up aptly named the Bureau. My house is small and drab. There is no color and sparse furniture. Though I don't live in the fringe, I feel as though I am only one step ahead of that lifestyle.

I get up even though it is really early in the morning since I know I won't be going back to sleep anytime soon. I haven't gotten very much sleep lately. The doctors said it might be because of my concussion but I don't tell them about the strange dreams I've been having since I can't really explain them myself.

As I sit down to eat a plain piece of bread with melted butter on it (since I can't afford anything else to eat and therefore lost even more pounds) an image of something comes to mind.

It's hazy at first but then it becomes sharper. I see a man and a wife and a boy who looks pretty young. I immediately recognize who they are. Mom, Dad, and my brother Caleb. I remember sitting in an apple tree with my mom giggling and swinging my feet. The scene is perfect. We are all together having fun and even though I feel like for some reason we can't, I don't care. I like the feeling of freedom.

As more memories of them appear, and I remember distinct things about them, I feel a stab of sadness. I gasp. I suddenly see my mothers body on the ground, face ashen, once grey shirt now soaked with blood. I know it must have happened a while ago but it feels like I am reliving the pain of watching her die in front of me all over again.

I think of my dad instead, trying to forget the memory and the pain that comes with it. That's when I remember that he too sacrificed his life for me. I feel tears creep into the corner of my eyes. A strangled sob is trying to work its way up from my throat.

I sit there quietly thinking of them and how they were truly selfless to the end. They must have really loved me, to risk their lives for my own.

Then my sorrow and regret turn to anger as I remember how Caleb, my own brother, betrayed me again and again and again. He thought whatever he was doing was for the greater good of society but he didn't know just how wrong he was.