Dreaming

Chapter 1

Tris's POV

I jolted up, propping myself up with my elbows. My head pounded to the beat of the clock hanging on the wall. The events of last night were blurry, I couldn't remember anything. It took a while for my eyes to focus in the darkness. What happened?

I feel a cool drift of wind on my side, sending goose bumps up my arm. I look down to find that I'm only in my bra and a pair of shorts. I suddenly feel uncomfortable in my own skin. I pull the sheets up closer to my neck, trying to cover myself from whatever I'm imagining. Where am I?

I listen to the seconds go by on the clock. I feel my heart pounding out of my chest. I hear the walls creak once in a while. I look at my surroundings trying to regain my memory. There's a large t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants on the ground next to me. I'm guessing they're mine. But why aren't I wearing them?? It's freezing!! I realize I'm not alone in the room, rather the bed. I turn to look at my left to find a shirtless, tattooed, and muscular man. His curly hair tousled, and his thick arms hug the pillow. I watch him breath. His back rises, and then falls. I'm mesmerized with the tattoos and his breathing for a few minutes. The symbols on his back seem distinctly familiar. I don't exactly know who this man is or what those symbols are or mean, but something about him didn't make me scream when I realized I wasn't alone in bed. Do I know him?

I grab the t-shirt without look away from him. I still don't know who he is so i'll keep a close eye. I pull the shirt over my head quickly and slowly get out of the bed, trying not to wake up the mysterious muscular creature. My toes touch the cold concrete every step I take. I carefully step over other pieces of clothing. I'm also guessing that they're his, the jeans and large t-shirt similar to the one I wear. Maybe this ones his too. It's too big to be mine. I walk over the his side of the bed, examining his facial features closely. He seems so familiar to me. All I want to do is be hugged by his warmth, put my hands through his hair- wait WHAT AM I THINKING?? I don't even know him for crying out loud! Keep it together Bea- wait no, my name is Tris. Or at least I think so?

I snap out of my thoughts when the mystery man stirs in his sleep, turning to his side. I didn't get a close enough look at him. I run back to the other side of the bed, not caring if I stepped on something or made a loud noise. I kneel on the bed putting my face only inches away from his. His scent fills my nostrils and sends goose bumps downs my bare legs. I can slightly feel his steady breathes in my face. Flirting with death now are we Tris? You don't even know the guy! I ignored my conscious and got even closer. Even in the dark, I could see that he had stubble around his upper lip and chin. His jawline so sharp as though I would cut my fingers if I touched it and one set of perfect eyebrows. His nose hooked very slightly. He has a spare upper lip and full lower lip. My eyes trailed down to his neck, some stubble invading the area. His Adam's apple made him even more attractive.

I back away from him and turn to look at the clock. It reads 3:45. I don't know what to do, I'm still confused about my current situation, but something about this all seems so familiar. Why can't I remember anything?

After minutes of staring into space I finally decide to use the bathroom. I walk around, what I'm guessing is an apartment, like I've been here before. I knew where the bathroom was, so I must live here, or at least be here a lot. I walk into the bathrooms and flick on the lights. There's a big, or medium sized, wall to my right with a mirror covering the upper half and a huge counter with one sink. To my left is the bath tub and right I front of me is the toilet. I stare at my reflection for a while. I remember my name, Tris. Tris prior. And I have a brother too! His name is... Uhh- CALEB! That's right! Okay, progress. My parents names are Andrew Prior and Natalie Prior.

A shudder goes through my body. I want my mom and dad. I want to be with my brother. I want to feel safe. I don't know where I am, or who that man is, maybe this is just all a dream...NO IT CAN'T BE! I pinch my thigh hoping to wake up in my own bed, in my own home, with my own family and let all this just be a dream. Ouch! Nope, this is reality, a reality I can't seem to remember. I look at myself. From the looks of it, I was out last night with other people. I had dark eye shadow smeared on my eyelids, a thick, fading line of eyeliner and mascara. My lips were stained a dark shade of red, barely showing by now. I grab the bar soap with out looking and wash my face. Luke warm water splashes my face, it feels refreshing. I wash most of the make up off, leaving only a ghost of what used to be there. I flip the light switch off and walk out. I stare at the clock which now reads 4:00. It's been a good twenty minutes since I've woken up in confusion. I feel my head get heavier. I try to make it to the bed before I fall and pass out. My legs wobble with each step I take. I let out a shriek before falling and landing smack in the middle of the floor. I hear the man rush out of the bed and scream out my name.

"TRIS!" He yells again, shaking my limp body. I can't seem to move anything. I want to scream for help, but I can't. My vision becomes blurred at the edges. All I see is darkness. 

I remember now.

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