Descendant (divergent fan fiction)

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Bianca's POV (Yay!)

I walk shakily to the door and open it. Peter sits typing on a computer. I go up to the chair and sit in it uncomfortably.

      "You ready?" Peter asks me softly.

      "Yeah." No. I'm not ready. Last time I went through this I lost my baby; I definitely wasn't ready.

      "Okay." Peter says distractedly. "You'll be okay." He brushed away a stray strand of hair and connects a wire to the same place.

"I wasn't last time." I mutter.

"What?" Peter asks, not hearing what I said.

"Nothing." I shrug.

"Okay." Peter stabs a needle into my neck. I stay silent until the simulation takes me over.

12th fear

I stand in a dark room with one light at the end of a hallway. A shape begins to form and it's almost shadow-like. But then it becomes more clear and eventually I can even tell who it is. Why is Logan here? I ask but there is no time because he's coming at me and fast. I'm shoved against the wall and have nothing to do but punch Logan square in the face. He flips me around and I land hard on my back. A small gasp escapes my lips. I breathe heavily and stand up pulling his legs out from under him causing him to fall, dead.

13th fear

I'm in a fear landscape room? Why am I in a fear landscape? I look down and my stomach is bloated like it was when I was pregnant. Why am I pregnant again? I start unwantingly screaming. Pain was flowing through me and my body was moving by some force. This is exactly what happened in my fear landscape. I think. I rush out of the room and Harper rushes to me.

     "The baby is coming." I gasp as pain shoots through me. I don't catch most of anything or anybody and what they're doing. This whole rewind of that day confuses me and I wonder if I'm dreaming. I go through that whole day until a dead baby is in my arms.

      I wake up in the room with Peter.

     "It wasn't real." I whisper.

     "It wasn't real." Peter says to me. I hold my stomach protectively even if the simulation was over.

"How did it play that exact day?" I ask confused because I didn't know fear landscapes did that.

"It pulls the fear out of that day in particular out of your head and just replays it." Peter says. I'm still crying quite histarically. The truth is all I need is somebody to be there for me and however much Harper has helped me through my life there is just some things you can't tell her. I feel like I'm opening up too easily to Peter. Like it hasn't mattered he's been gone over 16 years.

     "Is that really how it happened?" Peter asks me and I assume he's talking about my last fear.

     "Every detail." I cry and pull my knees up to my chest. Peter lays a hand over top of mine and wraps his other arm around me. I adjust my head into his shoulder.

      "Shhh." Peter soothes me.

      "I'm sorry this is new to me." I whisper between sobs.

     "Me too." Peter mutters. After a moment of silence Peter says. "Why the other Pedrad?" I chuckle actually.

"Shut up." I say and stand up from the seat.