The Nightmare in Dauntless (A Divergent OneShot)

The Nightmare in Dauntless

If this seems familiar, it's because this is from MY FanFiction.net account, Extremeauthor.
I did not steal this from anyone. This is mine! Do not take any part of this or steal the full idea!
I have two stories on my FF.net account, both of Divergent. My account name is Extremeauthor. The other one, I wrote a long time ago, but I hope you like it if you decide to read it.
(And please don't take my edit of her, either. Don't plagiarize and don't take stuff that is not yours, including everything associated with this chapter. Please and thank you.)
Yeah, I'm posting this here, too. It's a Divergent oneshot about Christina having nightmares and finding comfort in Tris.
But there's a slight twist.
If you're a fan of Divergent and Christina, you'll like this a bit.
Rated PG-13.
DIVERGENT SPOILERS! SPOILERS! If you haven't read the first book, don't read this! Don't!
Enjoy.
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The nightmares. . .they come and go as they please. It seems they get worse every time, and no matter how hard I try to ignore them, they keep coming. Now, as I lay here in the dark dormitory with the sound of the transfers snoring surrounding me, I pretend to sleep as I grip the covers in fear.

Dawn will be coming soon, and I need to sleep to gear up for training in a few hours, but my nightmare was so real, so vivid. So vivid that I believe Will and Tris are actually dead. But I look over and see Will's shadow that is outlined in the darkness. He's sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling.

I sigh and turn over, trying not to burst into tears and disturb everyone. When I remember how, in my nightmare, I saw Tris laying on the pavement, a bullet wound in her forehead, I bring the dark black blankets up to my mouth and bite down furiously, trying to stop myself from screaming.

Finally, I lay back down and breathe deeply, swallowing the lump forming in my throat. My eyes squeeze shut, and all I can see behind my eyelids is Tris's mangled body and Will's blood surrounding her. But I can't find his body anymore. I don't want to.

When I open my eyes, I sit up and peer down beneath me at Tris, who is sleeping so quietly that it seems she is dead. My heart beats louder, and I slowly inch down to her, my body hanging off the top bed of the bunk. I hear her steady breathing, and I sigh in relief that she is still alive.

Every night, when I wake from a horrid dream, I try to tell myself it was not real. I know it isn't, but it feels like it. They started out about my mother and my sister, then as I befriended Tris and Will, they became about them, leaving me to watch them die over and over again.

Reluctantly, I get back in my own bed and pull the covers over me, even my head, and close my eyes. I do not wish to sleep, but if I'm going to kick butt in the morning, I have to get some rest. So I hang onto my pillow and fall asleep slowly, my body falling limp.

I'm standing in the middle of the street. I can hear the faint sound of crows cawing in the distance overhead. It goes totally silent, and I feel myself going stiff with fear. Swallowing, I start down the empty and abandoned street, and as I get to the corner, I hear a loud bang, like a gunshot.

On instinct, I duck down and cover my head. The gunshot was the only one to ring out, and then, it falls completely silent once again. When I think I'm safe, I uncover my face and stand on shaking legs, then peer behind the corner.

I see a body laying still in the street, and I'd recognize that shaggy blond hair anywhere. Will. I start screaming, and as I run over to him, I see a shadow running away with a gun their hands. It's a female, and she has long blonde hair that is kept up in a ponytail.