Emergent

9. Just A dream

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Four hurries towards me when he sees my face. I quickly wipe away the tears and try to act normal, but fail, I don't like anyone seeing my cry.

"Tris what happened?" he questions in a hushed voice full of concern.

"I'm fine." I say as I take a step back. He grabs my wrist pulling me closer and lifts my chin with the other hand. He observes my tear strained face and says, "You don't look fine." I just stare at him.

He sighs and away the tears gently. "Why were you crying Tris?"

"Its Lena."

"Okay then, Lena why were you crying."

"None of your concern."

He takes a step closer and slightly bends so that our faces are on the same level."Yes it is of my concern."

The memory of the vision floods in, tears began to form in my eyes and I looks down. He puts his lips next to my ear and whispers, "You can trust me Tris. I won't tell anyone. I promise." Its weird how easily his voice can calm me. I look up and see that he's standing even closer, our faces are only inches apart and we're breathing the same air. His piercing dark blue eyes stare right through my soul.

"I-Its. . .just, I-I-" I stammer.

"Shh." he puts a finger on my lips. His fingers are long and warm against my thin lips. "You need to calm down. Would you like to come to my apartment or do you want to be left alone?"

I want to be alone but being with him I feel comfortable even though this is the first time ever we've had a real conversation. "I'll come with you."

"Okay." I hear a sound and see the door open.

"This your floor, my floor is down." he lets go of my wrist which I didn't realize he was still holding and presses the button to the 4th floor.

Within a few seconds we reach his floor and walk out shoulder to shoulder. He opens the door politely and lets me in first.

"It's not much." he says

"No, It's perfect. I like simple." Which I actually do. He smiles, a warm and loving smile, a smile that automatically makes me smile. He gestures me to sit on the couch and I do as I'm told, he kneels in front of me and again looks at me with those piercing blue eyes, like he's looking right into my soul.

"Would you like water? Or anything to eat?"

I slightly shake my head. He narrows his eyebrows, "Are you feeling Okay?"

I stay silent for a few minutes, then say, "I don't know. . ." I rise from the couch and walk to my left with my back facing him, "I-I don't know anything anymore. . .I-"

"Tris-"

"Lena." I correct gently.

He sighs, "Fine Lena-Ugh! Screw it!" I turn towards him with a questioning look, "Can I just call you Tris?"

I just stare at him.

"Please." he says with desperation in his voice.

"Okay."

"So. . .what happened?"

No. What was I thinking? Why did I even come here? I can't tell him. I don't want to tell him.

"I guess I should leave, I'm late." I say, avoiding his question.

"But-"

"And besides I, um need to talk to Sam." I lie.

His expression hardens at this, "Okay." he says in a flat voice. He opens the door for me; we say our goodbyes and I walk off.

I'm walking towards my apartment when I see a lady, she looks around 19 and has long black hair, her skin is slightly tanned. She's wearing white.

What faction is white?

I decide to ignore the question and enter my apartment.

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I along with Four, Christina and a dark skinned boy follow a girl with long raven hair. She's explaining something But I hardly pay attention; suddenly I hear an explosion I whip my head around and see the dark skinned boy collapse. Tears start pouring down my face, I turn towards Christina and Four but they're not there anymore, instead I see a man sitting on a wheelchair. He is the same man I saw in my dreams. He points his gun at me, and I hear the gun go off.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I force my eyes open and see nothing but a blurry blanket of white light. I shut my eyes and slowly open then trying to adjust to the Light. I slightly turn my head and see a couple of people. No, doctors staring at me with an expression something between shock and amazement. "Finally." I hear a voice. I turn around to see the persons face but my vision gets blurry again.

I jolt awake with a heavy breath like I was running. My heart is racing 70 miles an hour and I'm drenched in sweat.
Relax.
It was a dream.
Just a dream.

I notice I am on the couch with the same cloths I wore last night. I must have been really tired. I see a note on the table, I pick it up and read it.

Seriously Lena? The couch? And an
unlocked door? Anyways, Christina said
we'll be leaving for the 'Tour of the City'
at 10am. FUN RIGHT!! (note the
sarcasm) "Don't be late" is what she
said to me with a glare and the same for
you without the glare. So. . .don't be
late.

-Your Promising friend ;)

Sam.

I glance towards to watch, it reads: 8:46.
I've got time. I rise from the couch and make my way towards the shower.

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