When two worlds collide

chapter 7

Chapter 7

"It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song, you were always singing along"- Regina Specktor

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After crazy cat, Christina carefully hands me back the flashlight. she looks at me with her eyes narrowed with a knowing smile.

"Your wrists don't hurt do they?" She says to me.

I just give her a small shrug, not saying anything, because she already knew the answer. 

"Thanks" she says and turns around to go back toward her bunk.

The lights come and go, sometimes lighting bright and other times we have to squint because we can barely see each other.

But once everyone goes to bed it doesn't really matter. I turn again rustling the mattress as I shift, unable to sleep. My mom had taken the top bunk, while Prim took the bottom, leaving me on the floor with the mattress, except I'm still wide awake. I breath in and out, relaxing my muscles, wrapping my arms over my body, if I don't I might fall apart, like trying to lift a puzzle by its edges.

Even the most restless sleepers quiet down, finally falling into sleep.

Tris POV:

I close my eyes counting to 30, and then counting back down, but I end up even more frustrated, I can't sleep. It's not that the bunk isn't comfortable... Not that it is either, but I just can't stop thinking. I don't want to face sleep either, not when I see every person I've witness die, die over and over again when I dream. It's worse when I feel that they're blood somehow is on my hands, sneaking between the cracks of my nails. I'm going to go insane.

I let out a small sigh. Breathing in deeply I open my eyes again, I strain my eyes toward the other side of the room where a man sits under one of the safety lights that are set outside of each bunk. He sits absolutely still, it's not until another moment that I realize he's staring at his moving hands that seem to be wrapping and unwrapping something, but that's the only movement that comes from him. If I wasn't looking right at him, I probably wouldn't even notice him.

He looked a bit familiar. I watch him; waiting for him to get up and lay back into his bunk, after a long 10 minutes it seemed evident that he isn't going anywhere.

I hear Tobias' soft snoring and Christina's even breaths as I get up. He seems to be the only one still awake. That I can see. I extract myself from the bunk and tip toe quietly through the room. A little too soon I find myself about a meter away from him, I stop. What am I even doing? I can't just go up to a random person in the middle of the night and decide to talk to them! I wasn't even really thinking, I turn on my heal shaking my head slightly at my idiocy, but a hand soon gently is placed on my shoulder. I stiffen, but relax when the hand doesn't grab me or make any threatening movement; it just slowly turns me around. I already know who it is, but it still shocks me a bit when the guy who was sitting, is now in front of me, facing me with beautiful sea green eyes, with long lashes and perfectly formed lips. But his face remains expressionless. He then slides his hand down my arm gently but firmly. He grabs my wrist, pulling me down gently next to him under the safety light. He let go of my wrist almost immediately and sat with his legs crisscrossed, taking out a piece of string just long enough for him to make knots, tying them and untying, he didn't even look back up to me. I didn't know what to say. So neither one of us said anything. We just sat there in silence. I felt that maybe I should just go back to my bunk, but I knew I would just get more restless, so we sat there in continued silence. But it wasn't awkward; the even breaths of the people sleeping around us, in a way calmed me down. I looked back up at this man next to me, and before I could glance away he spoke up,