One Choice can Change Everything

I can't do this, Tobias.

Tris POV

1 Week Later

I am in my Abnegation home. I am wearing my gray robes. I here screaming from downstairs. 

I go investigate. It's my family. 

Mom

Dad

Caleb 

and 

Tobias. 

"Guys, what are you all doing here" I cannot believe my eyes. 

"You are dead." 

"YOU KILLED US ALL" they all chant in unison. They start throwing insults. "Slut, murderer, ugly, selfish, stiff..." 

"STOP!" I yell. I am sobbing. "Why would they call me those things?"

Tobias pulls out a gun. He puts it on his temple. 

"Tobias" I shout. 

I cannot breathe. 

I wake up with a scream. Tobias is holding me. I push him off. Why would he say those things to me? Reality and dreams are blurring. My brain feels like mush. 

"Tris" he says, "it wasn't real, we are in dauntless, safe." 

"Safe?" I stutter. 

He nods. I collapse into his arms sobbing. My mind becomes clearer. 

"I am sorry, I am so messed up, and stupid and s--" 

He cuts me off. "Tris, you have been through so much, you have battled your way out of every situation life has thrown at you. You are smart, brave, beautiful and the only reason I am here today. I don't know what I would do without you Tris. I will be with you through everything. Now sleep, I will fight off bad dreams if they come." 

"With what?" I sleepily smile. 

I fall asleep before hearing the answer, 

but I know what the answer is. 

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TOBIAS POV

I watch Tris as she falls asleep. I look at the clock 6:46 am. I am not going to be able to fall asleep. I get up to stretch and hear a knock at the door. 

It is Cara. 

She moved in next door to us a couple days ago. 

"What's up, Cara?" I say. 

"I heard screaming, is everything okay?" She asks with worry etched on her face. 

"Yeah, Tris just had another nightmare, she's okay now." I say. 

"I heard she's been having a bunch of nightmares and flashbacks, Four." she whispers. "Has she had any unusual bursts of anger? Or has acted violent?" 

I think back to yesterday when the cafe had run out of ketchup. She got so angry and threw away her fries and stormed out. I just figured she was tired. 

"I mean, yeah, some, but she has been through a lot Cara." I say, defending Tris. 

"I am just worried, that she may have a mental condition called Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. If not treated it can lead not sleeping or eating or even suicidal actions. I have a therapist friend. I am sure she would not mind talking to Tris. Just, consider it. I am looking out for her too." Cara says. 

"Okay, I will talk to Tris." I say and go back to bed. I look at Tris. She looks so peaceful and young. I sometimes forget that she is only 17. I think about the conversation with Cara. I know Tris will not want to go to the therapist. She is to stubborn for that. But, if I have my way about it, she is going to go. I cannot lose her. 

TRIS POV

"YOU WANT ME TO GO SEE A WHAT??" I yell. "I do not want to go talk to someone about my "feelings", I am a big girl! I do not need to go talk to someone and spill all of my secrets."

"Tris, just take a deep breath," Tobias says. "I just think it would be good for you. You haven't got much sleep. You keep having flashbacks and during these flashbacks, his voice cracks,  you hurt yourself and your sobbing and screaming. It hurts me to see you like that. Please for me. Just one time. If you hate it and the therapist says you are fine I will believe you. 

"Fine" I say. 

"I love you" he says. 

I look into his blue eyes. 

"I love you more." I whisper. 

I am not looking forward to this therapy session tomorrow, but I cannot bear to see Tobias so upset about me. I just hope that she doesn't think I am a nutcase.