❝ I knew, from that moment on,
that nobody could ever confess,
they love me, without the splintered thought of you
running through my mind.
Consciously or not, my soul will always be tangled
with you. ❝
Aurora Matthews, the daughter of Jeanine Matt...
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I breathe through my nose. In, out. In.
"It's just a simulation, Quinn," Four says quietly.
He's wrong. The last simulation bled into my life, waking and sleeping, the physically pain of the burns only got worse but the feelings I had in the simulation—terror and helplessness, which I suspect is what I am really afraid of. Sudden fits of terror in the shower, at breakfast, on the way here. Nails bitten down so far, my nail beds ache. And I am not the only one who feels this way; I can tell.
Still, I nod and close my eyes.
I was in the zone of the abnegation faction, where I saw myself on one side of the grass and a whole row of people on the other. They were all abnegation. I stood as I heard the cries of children and their mothers standing beside them, reassuring that everything is going to be okay. The fathers being taken away by the other members of erudite and dauntless.
Looking at myself from an alternative perspective, my other self yelled.
"You two over here!"
A young mum and her daughter reluctantly walked forwards, dividing themselves from their people. I noticed that my other self, raised her hand with a gun in clutch. Aiming it to the mother's head she shot her head. The mother immediately dropped as blood began to form into a pool around her hair.
The child screamed from the sight of her mum. Before I raised the gun to the other girl, I ran to me and tackled myself so that I was no longer in sight of the girl.
"What are you doing?" I screamed to my other self.
"This is your future." My other reflection returned.
I stared at her but before I could question any longer, so took the gun from her hand and shot me in the head.
Fear: uncontrollable.
I woke up again but this time I was in a box. I looked down and saw the floor fill with water from the filter below.
Knocking on the glass windows that sealed me in the box I shouted for help, but no one was there.
The water began to fill fast as I continued to knock my hands against the glass.
I tried to kick my feet against the walls but that was no use. The water was nearly filled to the top as I floated above. What is with my fear and water?
I inhaled my last breath from the top before ducking down to the bottom of the tank.
Floating down as I tried to open my eyes to look round, I saw the reflection of myself against the glass.
As I moved towards it and stared the image of myself changed to the image of Parker
"This isn't real." Parker reassured in a slow tone.
