Learning to Let Them In | Fourtris

Chapter 3

Hey everyone! I'm sorry I have updated for a little while…I swear. School is gonna be the death of me! I absolutely hate school. I mean, half the stuff we learn, we are NEVER going to use in real life! Ugh. I had an American History essay I had to do because I was gone sick one day. Also to make up for my sick day in computer class, I had to type 8 frigging pages of crap! And I repeat CRAP. Like "fff ddd sss aaa frf ftf ded Jack had to run to the store to pick up some groceries." Ya. Stuff like that. NO ONE CARES ABOUT JACK AND WHAT HE HAD TO DO! Anyways….I can't believe I have 10 followers and 8 favorites! You guys are AWESOME! Thanks so much! And 6 reviews! Well technically 8…but the important thing is I ALREADY REACHED MY GOAL! WOO HOO! THANKS YOU GUYS! Your reward is a the longest chapter yet! (YES! Longest chapter yet!) Also thanks to "Awesome Guest"...well you kinda took my saying, but I'm gonna say it anyways! You ARE AWESOME!;) Hey and I finally found the perfect cover image for this story! It's a poem...but it describes this perfectly...you should look at it. When I found it, I couldn't believe it! I mean, it described this whole thing perfectly! Please read it...its only 4 lines long. It wouldn't kill you!;)

Disclaimer: If I owned Divergent, I wouldn't have killed "certain" people off. -_-

Chapter 3

Tris POV

I remember hearing sirens coming closer and closer, but wouldn't move away from my mom. Even when the medics had come over and were trying to assess my damages. But I just couldn't move away from the body that used to hold her smile, laughter, words, and soul. I just couldn't accept that she was gone. Finally, the medics pulled me away. I was getting weaker and weaker, so it became easier for them to pull me away. If I had had a choice, I would've stayed right there forever. But of course, in this world, you never get choices. And when you do, they aren't important.

The medics may have pulled me away from her touch, but I could still see her. So I kept my eyes glued on her the entire time. When they brought 3 body bags out, I started screaming. "NO! NO! YOU CAN'T TAKE THEM AWAY FROM
ME! NO! CALEB! MOM! DAD! PLEASE COME BACK!" Then I felt a needle go into the vein in my arm, and as I was fading into blackness I managed to make out a whisper "Please come back. Please."

When I woke up the next morning I could hear a very annoying beeping sound, but when I tried to look up to see what it was, I felt a sharp pain fly to my head, causing me to have a horrible headache. So I put my head back down and decided that it could wait. I looked around to try and figure out where I was. I saw white walls, tables everywhere, bright lights, windows, and a door. I assumed that the door was to my room. I thought for a few minutes and then finally realized that I must be in a hospital. "But why would I be in a hospital?" I had thought.

Once again, I thought for a few minutes, willing for memories to come back in my head. When they did, I had wished they hadn't. Everything came rushing back to me all at once, causing a huge animal-like sound to come from my mouth. I cry for a long time. Longer than I think anyone has.

When I finally slowed my tears down, I looked at myself…or at least as much of me as I could see. When I did I saw a cast on my left leg, stitches all over my legs and arms. Also on my left arm, I had another cast. I saw severe burns on my feet and ankles. I think they got the worst of it. I also saw a bunch scabs…at least 100. I saw a piece of my hair on my shoulder and saw that it was singed and burned. Ugly.

I heard the door to my room open, and heard footsteps approaching me. It only sounded like one pair of feet though so I figured that it would either have to be a doctor, nurse, or a visitor. "But who would visit me?" I had thought. They got closer and closer and then I saw a woman, about mid-age, with long black hair, and a tan skin tone. She had tears pooling in her eyes. She had looked so familiar, but couldn't quite place my finger on who it was. So I closed my eyes and thought about who she may be. After a little while I remembered seeing her at around
Christmas time and my birthday each year. She and mom would hug and sit down on the couch for hours and talk about each other's lives and what they've missed out on and how much they had missed each other and all that. She was my mother's best friend. They had been really close through high school, then lost touch with each other when they went to separate colleges. They had found each other, about a year after graduating, at a grocery store in Florida. We had taken a vacation to Florida, just to get away from our small little town in Ohio for a little bit. Mom and I went shopping for basic things that some of us (me) forgot and as we were walking down the toothpaste aisle, we saw Tori. Mom had gone up to her and started crying. Tori cried too.