Chapter Two
~Tobias Eaton~
It had been a week since Tris had woken up. She was recovering fast, she was already walking around, but the doctors didn't want to let her leave the infirmary until her bullet wound was completely healed. I hope she would be healed in time for Uriah's funeral. I know she would go insane if she couldn't say her one last goodbye to one of her closest friends.
Something changed Tris. It has seemed like she doesn't take pleasure in the little things life gives to her anymore. She hasn't smiled since she awoke from two weeks of unconsciousness. All she has done is cry and scream out in the night as she has a nightmare. I try my best to comfort her, I wrap my arms around her telling her it will all be fine, when in reality nothing will ever be fine. I wanted to take her hand and take her to a place where no one could ever find us. With the war over there is now peace, but there will never be peace within her.
She trembled in my arms as she continued to scream into my chest.
"Shh...Tris...it was just a nightmare. Your safe, I've got you." I soothe her though I doubt my words were very soothing.
I wondered what it was this time, Uriah killing her, the death serum taking affect, my death, her own death, it could have been any of those possibilities. I held her close to me and kissed the top of her head.
"It's all going to be fine, I promise." I whisper in her ear. I then kiss her temple and lay her back down in bed sending her back to sleep to yet again have another nightmare.
~Tris Prior~
I looked at myself in the mirror. Today was Uriah's funeral. I dreaded going, but I felt that I at least owed Uriah to pay my respects to him. I had lost so much weight in the past three weeks that I had been recovering from being shot in the chest. I was pushing at least 105 lbs. maybe even less. Tobias walked in and I continued to look in the mirror at myself. He came up and wrapped his arms around my stomach and kissed my collarbone gently.
"We've got to go or we'll be late." He whispered into my ear as he placed his chin on my shoulder and looked at not his own reflection, but mine as well.
"I love you." He says to me.
"I love you." I reply to him and move my mouth to his.
I didn't want the kiss to end and I could tell by his body language neither did he, but of course it had to.
I sat next to Christina and Tobias at the funeral. I wore a plain strapless black dress that went down to my knees. Christina wore something similar, but her dress had some sort of design on it. Tobias looked handsome in his suit and tie. I had never seen him so properly dressed. Many people came to the front and said a few words about Uriah. His brother Zeke went up and broke down as soon as he stood. He was accompanied out by Shauna.
"Any other speakers?" The man at the podium asked.
I unconsciously stood up.
I needed to say something...anything. Uriah was one of my closest friends.
As I made my way to the front of the room I couldn't help, but stare at all the solemn faces of the mourners. I wondered if Uriah's parents were here.
"Um..." Is how I start.
'Good Job Tris.' I think to myself.
"Uriah was a close friend to me, and he died protecting me, I will always be great-full to him for that. I only wish I could tell him personally..." I trail off thinking that if I would have died in that lab three weeks ago I would be able to tell him personally, but I shake my head and continue.
"I will always remember Uriah for not another Dauntless who I went through training with...I will remember him as a friend..." This is when the tears start to form in my eyes. I attempted to keep speaking, but my tears chocked me from saying anything else. I run from the room and seek closure. Closure that I will never receive.
