Divergent High

Chapter Twenty

Four's Point of View

I start to slip into consciousness but the screeching and thumping in my ears makes me yell out loud. I try to cover both of my ears but am then greeted by a sharp pain and burn throughout my body. How am I not dead? I yell and scream, letting a few tears out when suddenly a sharp stab is felt in one of my wounds. I try not to focus on the pain but it is too much. The contracting of muscles doesn't help and screaming doesn't help either. Suddenly, the pain starts to ease and the ringing in my ears softens to a slight ring. Only then am I able to hear a feminine voice calling out to me. I look around in the soft glow of my table lamp and see crushed glass arranged all around me. A pair of knees are right next to my face as I carefully turn my head. The voice belongs to a woman, about my age with blonde hair.

"Four, can you hear me?" She asks.

I slightly nod my head as tonight's events shuffle thorough my mind. Why is she here? How did she find me? I really don't want her to see me like this, whether she's here to help or take pictures for her social media. I start to get up but her soft hand pushes me back down carefully.

"You can't move. The medicine on your back hasn't been absorbed yet. It hasn't healed fully yet." She explains.

Medicine? Healing? What the heck is she talking about? I try to form words but my mind blanks.

"Don't try to talk. You lost too much blood and your brain is trying to recover. You are also super dehydrated and starved. What did you eat? Anything?" She asks rhetorically.

She was right though. I haven't eaten anything since 4 days ago and my muscles couldn't keep taking the deprivation of food. What made it worse was that I exercised at least 3 times a day for at least an hour and no food was killing my body. I haven't had an actual dinner in this house for 11 years. Since I'm a 17 year old junior, I would usually buy food and put it in my mini fridge but I was afraid my father was getting suspicious so I stopped getting food. No dinner for about a week in a half but always a snack before I left school. I didn't like starving myself since my body required a certain amount of calories, but I had to. As if reading my mind, Tris starts to speak again.

"You know, starving yourself because you feel worthless means nothing. Your a great person actually. You can always do better, sure, but don't put yourself down. You can buy lunch or breakfast at the school. But just because someone tells you you mean nothing, doesn't mean its true." She looks at her small hands, playing with them. " I have personal experience."

My emotional state changes, from feeling bad about myself to feeling bad for her. I almost want to reach out to her and say sorry but she changes the subject immediately. She removes her fingers from her lap and moves them to my back. I feel bandages being torn off and almost no pain being emitted.

"I didn't call the hospital because your father basically runs the city, just so you know." She points out to me. "They would call both of us liars and maybe arrest me under the thought that I did this to you."

"I'm glad I took that herbology class." She mutters. "Common. Get up."

She puts her arms under my armpits and helps me move to my bed. I manage to lay on my back as she tends to my face.

"There yah go. Just fall back to sleep. My parents know where I am and there's no school tomorrow. You need the rest." She explains.

Before I drift off into the unconscious section of my brain, my lips mutter a thank you.