The Return "Allegiant p2"

Chapter 7 -Tris-

Several days pass. No other memories of anything come to me. I have done everything I could to try and jog my memory but nothing works. All I still remember is my family and my hatred for my traitor of a brother.

"I can't remember anything else," I complained to the doctors.

"Sometimes certain memories take longer to come back. Just because memories of your parents came back doesn't mean the rest will right away." One of them explained.

"Don't lose hope. Maybe you will get lucky," another tried to reassure me. They continued trying to talk and explain things when I got up and walked out.

I was frustrated that after all of these years I still couldn't remember pretty much anything of my previous life. It irritated me to no end that I once had friends and family that I couldn't remember anything about.

I sighed deeply, getting into bed. I was mentally tired after forcing myself to try and remember something, anything. Sleep came fast, but it wasn't peaceful.

I opened my eyes when I saw the brightness behind my eyelids. "Where am I?" I vaguely wondered. I looked out at the empty field beyond me. A thought came to my mind. It was random. This reminds me of the Amity fields.

Suddenly it's as if that one little thought switched on part of my brain. I remembered all of the factions. Dauntless were brave, Erudite were smart, Amity was peaceful, Candor were honest, and Abnegation was selfless.

I see a figure up ahead. He has big ears and a hooked nose. I feel myself trying to call out his name, but it's like my mouth can't form the words. Instead my mouth moves listlessly. Suddenly the figure turns and goes wide eyed. He tries to run towards me but stops. I look beyond him to see why. An unknown figure is pulling him away. Away from me, and I am frozen. "Move!" I urge my feet, but I still remain utterly frozen. I see the first figure wiggle as if he is trying to get away or fight or both, but the second figure is too strong and pins him down. I see an object in his hand as it flies down to the person beneath him. I try to turn away, but I am still frozen. All I can do is watch in horror as the second figure stabs the wriggling person beneath him repeatedly. I hear his muffled sobs and screams until he stops moving. A loud sob escapes me, catching the second man's attention. He glars at me for a second before slowly smiling.

It's not the smile of someone happy to see you though, this smile is evil and sardonic. He says something and his words catch on the sudden gust of wind.

I am watching you.

His eyes turn black as I watch him and the figure on the ground vanish.

I scream, uncontrollably shuddering. I wake up screaming "TOBIAS!" Again. I shake my head willing my heart rate to slow down. When it eventually does, I lay back down, but I don't close my eyes.

I remember the factions, and my choosing ceremony. I chose Dauntless, and Caleb chose Erudite, surprising everyone. We all thought that Caleb truly belonged in Abnegation. I remember the looks of my parents as I exited with my new faction. My mother was upset but she gave me a proud look nonetheless. My father however was different. His eyes screamed traitor and he wouldn't meet my own. My mother grabbed his hand and that was the last thing I saw. That is where the memory ends.

After tossing and turning the rest of the night, I am finally able to stop thinking, just as the sun begins it's ascent, long enough for sleep to take over.

When I finally wake up again, I realize that it is late in the afternoon and that I am left with even more questions than when I went to bed last night. "Who was the man from my dreams? Both of them who were they?" I try my damndest to remember. I squeeze my eyes shut so hard it hurts, and I let out an angry groan when still nothing comes to mind.

I walk to the small window I have and look out at the rest of the world. I begin a silent prayer in my head, before beginning so speak aloud. "Please let me remember. I need to remember what happened to me before the concussion. I need the closure." Please let me remember, please let me remember, please let me remember" I start chanting loudly.

Thoughts of doubt start to cloud around me, about an hour of staring at the window coaxing memories to come back.

What if it's a good thing I don't remember.
What if my mind is purposely blocking my memories because I shouldn't remember.
What if I never remember anything from my past life again?

What if...