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8 - Stage 2

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬. 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.

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I walk into the Pit. There's a party before we find out our rankings. I hangout with my Dauntless friends for a while and go to refill my solo cup. "Hey." I turn around to see Four. "Mhm?" I ask. "You did really well last night. That hiding the flag in your jacket idea was smart. You little asshole." He chuckles. "Mhmm." I agree and overhear the leader talking and look over. "Shit, the rankings." I mutter and run over.

"Oh my god." I gasp. I'm first place. Edward is second and Peter is third. I begin to feel lightheaded and stalk away from the group. I hide in a storage closet and close the door with a slam. "Holy shit, I'm first." I breathe quietly. I begin to hyperventilate quietly. "I'm gonna get fucking targeted. And then after all of this bullshit is stage two. FEARS. I'm gonna end up throwing myself off the chasm." I bite my jacket sleeve. The door handle rattles. Bam bam bam.

"Open up!!" It's Drew. He's slurring his words so he's obviously drunk. "Open the damn door!" He starts giggling and a girl giggles too. Damn. Horny fucking teens. I slam the door open and storm past them, sniffling and wiping my eyes. "Yeah, that's right asshole, run away." Drew slurs. Molly is next to him. The feeling of a panic attack keeps creeping up on me. Shit shit shit. I hold my arms around my body and sniff, trying to find somewhere to hide. My mind completely goes when this happens. "Jaydan-" It's Tris. "Now is not the time." I grumble. "I need help!" She walks toward me. "THEN GO GET A FUCKING THERAPIST YOU DIVERGENT ASSHOLE." I scream. Her face contorts into shock. Then fear. "How did you-" "Divergent?" Eric walks around the corner.

Tris hides behind me. "Eric knock it off. We all dislike divergents here. It's counted as a slur." I roll my eyes and glare at the ground like its an ex. "Mmm. Do I believe you, or do I take Tris out?..." He mumbles. "Fucking believe me. What, you don't trust me?" I glare at him now. "Meh. Can do, can't do." He shrugs. "Eric, it's an insult. Trust me." I glare at him, dangerously. "Okay, okay. Trusted. But, if it turns out to be true I will kill you both." He glares and walks away. I let out the breath I didn't realise I was holding. "Why did you..." Tris mutters, quietly. "Because I'm one too. Look, just go away Tris." I intake a breath as the panicky feeling is starting to get worse. She reaches out to me and I shove her against the wall. I get scared and let go, breathing heavily. "Fuck, I'm so sorry!" I cry. I slink back before turning around and bolting.

I don't realise where I'm going before my hood is pulled up and I'm running out the big doors and out of base. I keep running until I'm at my favourite place, the top of a dead electricity tower. I managed to build a platform at the top using metal shrapnel, screws, bolts and a blow torch. I slide down until I'm balled up with my head in my knees. "Why is this so hard?" I sniffle into my black jeans and slam my fist into the floor. Fear doesn't upset me. It angers me. This next stage is gonna be what gets me killed. Either by a heart attack or by Dauntless leadership. I bash my head into the metal behind my head a few times and curse. My mind races before it focuses on one thing. A song. My Dad used to sing it about my Mom when she was at work. This was all back when I was a kid.