Divergent High

Chapter 61~ Fearful Dreams

Tobias POV
I wake up from my sleep but I'm not in my bed, with Tris curled up next to me. No, I'm in my old house, the one I grew up in. The one that has my screams echoing in the halls, my blood stains on my carpet, my painful reflection in the mirror. As I walk up the wooden stair case, I can almost feel the pain I endured here. The yelling for my life, tears of hope diminished with each whip.

I make my way to my bedroom, and open the door, It reveals the room to be empty. My things may be gone but the memories are written in stone here. I feel the agony of not only getting a beating in this room but healing in here. I walk over to my closet, searching for something I hid here. Marcus found it and of course destroyed it, but I kept the pieces, placing them in a black box.

I take it out, the box filled with the blue shards of glass from the sculpture my mother gave me. I hold it close as if I could feel her presence, but it is the last remaining object of my mothers memory that I have.

"Didn't learn did you?" A voice says. I don't have to turn around to know who it is, Satan in my father's body, or just the devil himself. I do turn though, to face him, as I do he steps forward. I still hold the box in my hand and I can see him eyeing it, knowing what it holds. "Keeping a box of glass? How pathetic are you?" He asks circling me like a vulture. "You know you'd have a better life if you would've listened to me, and learned." He states. I scoff, "Those bloody beatings were going to teach me how to have a better life?' I say and I think it catches him off guard. "I doubt it." I add.

Then I see it, the belt I've known all my life, grown up with is in his hand. He comes towards me, raises his arm and-

I jerk awake, I look around to see that I'm in the apartment, in my bed, with tris next to me. Tris has her arms around my waist, and her head in the crook of my neck. "Hey, hey. Its okay." She coos. The dream, the voices, everything seemed so real.

I slide out of the bed and go to the closet, and there in the same place as my old closet, is the black box. I grab it and walk back over to the bed with it, I've never shown or even told tris about it, so she's a bit leary. "My mother gave it to me." I say and her face shows that she's starting to understand. "Marcus broke it. But I kept every piece of it." I say taking the lid off. Tris turns the lamp of the nightstand on, letting the light make the glass shimmer. "Its beautiful." She says.

"Yeah. It's my only thing left of her." I say. The sting hitting me. "I'm sorry." Tris says. I shake my head, "Don't be." I say and go put the box away. "What was your nightmare?" She asks. I sigh, "Marcus." I say. Only one word needed. She nods and hugs me again, I give into her embrace, soaking in her love. "Let's get some rest." She says laying down with me. I nod and soon we're both back to sleep.