On The Edge (Divergent High) EDITING

Trust

"Who's your celebrity crush?" Four asks,

I laugh, "Hum, that's a hard one there are so many," I tease. I see a flash of jealousy cross Fours face, "I'm just joking Four, I honestly don't like any celebrities. I don't know them personally so I don't have crushes on them. I think some are attractive but..." I was interrupted by a knock on the door. I look at Four with a quizzical look. He goes to open the door where a tall man stands. His hair is dark brown with a few grey hair peeking out here and there.

"Dad?"

"Hey son I came home for lunch break today and I saw your car in the parking lot. What are you doing at home?"

I look at the clock, wow I guess it's true what they say time flys when you're having fun.

"Oh... um, dad this is Tris, she wasn't feeling too good on the way to school today so I decided to bring her here to relax." Four explains telling the truth just not all of it.

"Ok don't have too much fun." He says with a wink.

"Dad," Four complains, obviously embarrassed

I just start cracking up. It still hurts to laugh but I can make myself stop. I laugh so hard I fall off the bed that's when my shouts of laughter turning shout of pain. Four gets down on his knees,

"Tris! Tris!" He shouts. I don't know why I can't stop screaming. I feel an excruciating sensation rolls through my back over and over. I wish I wold just pass out, but no I keep feeling it and it won't stop. After the pain stopped I opened my eyes to find that I am laying on a large bed that I notice is not Four's. I just stare at the ceiling afraid to move. The unmistakeable sound of a door opening rings through my ears but I continue having my staring contest with the wall.

"Tris," I hear someone say, it sounds like a whisper, "Tris," I hear it again I'm too dazed to figure out who the noise is coming from. I feel someone touch my arm and I flinch, "Do you need anything?"

With a harsh, raspy voice I find the strength to say, "Water," but what comes out sounds inhuman, like it shouldn't have come from me, or anyone for that matter. Somehow whoever was next to me understood what I needed nodded and went to get it. A couple minutes later I hear footsteps coming towards me. A gentle hand slides behind my head and I muster the strength to lift my head enough so that I could swallow some of the water. I feel the cold water running down my throat, and I wonder how something as simple as two gases: two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen, combined could create something so pure and clean.