Resurgent

Chapter 12

I don't know what to do. Who is my companion, and who is my enemy? I have no idea; I am clueless. If only someone could clarify to me what is going on, I could help people. No one understands a thing. Someone, anyone, just please tell me. I've never been so distressed in my life.

Sitting in my bathroom, I try to recollect my thoughts. I don't know anything. I breathe in deeply and then ask myself about what had happened since Tris' supposed death. I go back to the time when we were outside the fence, and when Tris had just died.

She had been shot down by David, and that was what was told to me by Cara. I saw the CCTV footage which clearly showed that she was dead. After that, I went to Abnegation and almost had that memory serum, but was stopped by Christina. I came back and soon everything was over. We all settled in Chicago itself. One year later, Tris came back to me, but somehow she couldn't recognise me. She said that the Tobias she knew was nothing like me.

So what had happened? Was she in a simulation in which Tobias had died and that Tobias didn't look anything like me? Somehow, I have a feeling that Cara has something to do with it.

I have no clue about how to unravel this mystery. Is this person even Tris? I don't know.

After another few minutes if sulking and thinking of what to do, I end up deciding to go meet Cara. I know that it might not be the smartest move, but at his juncture, it does seem the most yielding. I decide not to tell Tris about this.

Tiptoeing out of the house, I get into my car. I drive over to my office and enter Colin's cabin.
"Colin," I say, as I open the door,"Where's Cara?"
Colin looks up from his computer when he hears the door open.
"Cara..." He says, his eyes sad,"I don't know where she is. She's been busy these two days. Like you...."
"Why are you talking like a sad, old man?" I ask, sitting on a chair.
"Because I don't know what's going on. All of a sudden, Cara goes to some place that I can't even pronounce and she leaves without even telling me," he leans forward in his desk,"And then you haven't come to the office for three days... I just feel as if I'm missing on some action. Am I?"
He looks at me hopefully and I don't know how to answer him.
"I'm just about as clueless as you are, Colin. I don't know what's the matter, either."

Colin's words are still ringing in my head.
Cara goes to some place....and she leaves without telling me.
Maybe she is guilty after all.

I get up from the chair and say," Look, Colin, something's wrong. Maybe Cara is involved. Don't take it personally, but she may have some hand in Tris' faked death. I still am not sure, so don't tell that to her. And please," he looks at me pleadingly, as if begging me to tell him something, "Give me a call when Cara comes back. It's urgent."

He looks back at his computer and sighs.
"Okay." Is all he replies. I turn back and leave the cabin.

What should I do now? Where should I go? Cara ran away, probably because she realised that I was going to come after her.

I rest my head on the steering wheel of my car. I feel so helpless right now. I decide to take a ride. Driving is something I have always loved more than anything. It just seems to wipe away all of the stress in that one turn of the wheels. It relieves me from my unhappiness and makes me feel better.

I start to drive, unaware of where I'm going until I notice the same grey coloured houses that has once been the heart and soul of my world, but were now in ruins. The houses seemed to be all bad and broken down. I get off my car and breathe in the rusty air. This was the place I had grown up in. Even though I shudder on calling this place my home, that's the truth. This was my home. This had once been the majestic ruling Abnegation sector.

But now all that was left of it was a few broken down, dilapidated houses. Everyone has been transferred to Chicago and no one was supposed to live here.

I walk on till I find the house that had once been mine. Opening the creaky door, I see the sofa set and the same kitchen as it had alway been. But now, there was a creepy appearance to it. Everything looked as if it had been unused and kept to rot. Five years ago this was the place I had called 'home'.

Marcus and all the things he did to me were trapped in this house. The walls, the furniture, everything, they just gave off a negative vibe.

I climb up the creaky steps that lead to my room. There was nothing in that room - the walls were bare as ever, just one bed with a dusty sheet pulled over it; everything seemed so normal. I bend over and reach my hand to the bottom of the bed. After groping around, my hands feel a cold piece of metal. I pull out the trunk that had contained all the parts that had once given me pleasure. These things themselves had proved my defiance. The trunk is unlocked and I open it. It gives way with a grating sound. The edges are rusty.

Everything in that trunk was just the same. But then, my eye caught a piece of paper crumpled between two things. Carefully pulling it out, I read the single line printed in an ancient handwriting. It says:

Be careful of what you choose.

-Caleb

That's it. I read the single line a hundred times before I can take a breath. Why on earth would Caleb ask me to be careful of what I choose? Was he here? Did he see this trunk? When did he keep this here?

I take out my phone from my pocket and dial Caleb's number. No one picks it up and it rings a couple of times. I hang up but I call again.

This time, someone picks up.
"Caleb? Hello?" I say.
There's no response.

The line stays quiet and the silence is weird.

And then comes the worst sound of all.

Caleb is yelling and shouting on the top of his lungs,"FOUR!"
"Caleb-"

"HELP ME! I'M NOT-"

And then everything goes silent.