Divergent: If War Hadn't Happened: BOOK ONE

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"What are you doing here?" I say stiffly.

My feet were glued to the floor, I couldn't move. I was in shock. How'd she get here? Why would Jeanine deliver herself to me, why not bring one of her alliance members?

"Hello, Beatrice."

"What do you want?" I back up a few steps as she took a couple closer, I didn't want to be any closer than I already was. She had made me feel out of place. How the things she had done, to hurt me. I didn't want be near her, she killed Will, almost killed Christina.

"Well, you didn't quite come to Erudite, like I assumed. My assumptions are usually correct, perhaps this one was not. Why didn't you come Beatrice, don't you want to help the people you love? I thought you were more than that, considering you killed yourself for your family to li-"

"Stop." I say. "You're a killer, I don't." I stutter. "Get away from me."

I quickly spun myself around and grabbed hold of the door handle and swung the door open, Jeanine then yelled.

"DON'T."

I paused. She could do anything right now. She could kill me at this very moment. Who knows what she has in mind.  

I stop, back up slowly, and close the door, and turn around meeting her eyes.

"What do you want?"

"Come to Erudite. That is all you need to do, Beatrice. Then everything will be fine after."

After all, I've been considering to go to Erudite just to save everyone but, now that I'm faced with the challenge, I feel sick to my stomach. I don't want to go with Jeanine, even just have her be in the same room as her. 

I shake my head, "You killed my friend." I say in a low voice. "I will never forgive you." Tears swell in my eyes but, I hold back. The last thing I'd want to do was to cry in front of her.

"Perhaps you killed him, you didn't come before he was shot." Her words were bitter.

Anger twisted up inside of me. I took a couple steps forward to her, and held my fist and put it to her face. Pain shot through my hand but, I ignored it. I've felt pain already, a punch wouldn't change anything.

Jeanine put her hand to her cheek where I had hit. She looked stunned-shocked.

"Don't you ever say that again." I breathe out. "Get out."

She walks to the door, "Watch your words Beatrice. They will get you in trouble one day."

When she closes the door behind her, I notice a syringe left on the small table by my bed. What was this one supposed to do?

I pick it up carefully, glancing at it, the colour-- a dark purple. I hold it and go to the balcony. Looking how far it is down.

You will never hurt me.

I put all my force in, and throw it, watching how the needle had gotten smaller as each second goes by, then I couldn't see it anymore.

It was gone.  

I head to bed, and drift asleep.

***

I go to see Christina the next morning. I wanted to tell her about Jeanine but, wondering if it was a good idea or not. While walking to her room, I see Uriah. He just came out of the room Christina was in.

"Hey, how's she doing?" I ask.

"Good, she should be out in a couple days." he smiles.

"That's good."