On The Edge (Divergent High) EDITING

What Went Wrong

When I look at my life I see little but pain. I remember being a child without a childhood. I remember being a daughter without parents. I remember white walls and the smell of bleach. Hold up. I never thought that I think of walls and bleach when my life flashed before my eyes. I hear faint muffled tones to my right. Why is everything always muffled?It's getting quite annoying. Things start to clarify quickly and I figure out that not only are their several voices but that they are all arguing with each other. After a few minutes of listening to the conversation, I decide that the voices belong to Dr. Eaton, Lynn, Christina, Marlene, and the loudest of them all Uriah.

Christina and Dr. Eaton are talking about what happened to me, from what I can understand from all the medical terms it sounds like I had a seizure nothing extreme but I should go through some kind of scan for cats or something. Marlene is blabbering about how she is worried for my life and Lynn is mumbling something about how I'm lazy and should just wake up. Uriah... well I'm not quite sure what he is yelling, it sounds like a jumble of random phrases that have something to do with food, sleep or fighting.

I let them go on for awhile trying not to smile at everything Uriah yells when Lynn tells him to shut up or she will pluck each hair out of his head personally I decide it's time to make my grand entrance into the world.

I open my eye a bit like they do in the movies when my eyes register to what is going on they pop wide open without a second thought. I see Lynn sitting on top of a unamused Uriah.

"What the..."

"Tris oh my gosh. Tris you're awake." Uriah yells from his lying position on the hospital floor. "Lynn gets off, please, your not as light as you look."

"Are you calling me fat! Uriah Pedrad?" Lynn yells.

Everyone goes silent waiting for what terrible fate awaits Uriah.

Lynn slowly stands up acting as if she is going to walk away. Lynn is now at a full stand and Uriah tries to scramble to his feet but he doesn't get very far before Lynn buckles her knees and plops down on Uriah's stomach again. The sound he makes is inhuman.

I roll my eyes, in the process I catch the figure of a young man with brown hair sitting with his head in his hands, so still, he could be asleep. Four.

"Let's go the cafeteria Uriah," Lynn instructed after she saw me looking him.

"I don't think I have a stomach left I think you squished it to the point that there is no more space," Uriah informs us.

"Shut up and move those chubby legs towards the cafeteria," Lynn yells pushing Uriah out the door.

I chuckle a bit, but quickly sober up when I notice Four staring at me. Well, this is bound to be awkward.

I was about to say something probably very stupid but he beats me to it.

"You're awake."

"No, I'm talking in my with my eyes open," I remark sarcastically, immediately regretting my stupid comment. There is a long pause, it's very awkward. We both just stare at each other me sitting upright on the bed, him standing on the other side of the room near the chair.

He stands up walks over to me "Haha very funny."

"I do my best." I joke.

Either he didn't think that it was funny or something else is on his mind. I'm guessing the later, cause everybody thinks I'm funny. Or a bully.

"So about the whole abuse thing." I continue hoping to break the uncomfortable silence.

Four scoffed.

My eyes narrow, "What?"

"It's just..." He pauses "I don't understand why you won't let the police see your back you show them even a small part of it let them take a couple pictures and they have all the evidence they need to put him away for five years at the very least." Throughout the entire speech, his voice was gradually rising until the very end where it was nearly at the yell.

Although his tone was harsh I didn't flinch, I'd been yelled at too many times to let anyone's tone ever affected me again. "Because, Four if I show the scars then everyone in this entire state will know what happened to me. I will get those pathetic looks everywhere I go. If there is anything that is worse than being abused its people knowing that you were abused and feeling sorry for you. I was completely fine before you found out, this is all your fault!" Now if I was a cliche person then I would take that last part back but I don't want to take it back because it is 100% true.

Four stands there fury radiating from every part of him. Entire body stiff and fists clenched making the muscles in his arms bulge, which may I say is very distracting. I may hate him but I'm still a girl...

"So you regret telling me anything, you regret..."

"I didn't tell you anything you saw my back without me knowing you were there."

"YOU'RE SO STUBBORN!"

"YES, I AM!"

"Fine, but you would rather have your father free then people staring at you, it'll blow over after a while."

"Not to some people."

"Like who?"

"The kids at school, you know that they will always hold it against me. Peter will..."

"You're not actually worried about what Peter thinks of you." He spits, unbelief thick in his voice.

"You may not understand it but Peter has been the only constant in my life for years he was the first person to care about me!"

"You think he cares about you all he cares about is what he can get from you!" He ends.

Heavy breaths rake my body, tears lining my eyes like an early morning frost. I haven't cried over someone's words in three years. "RIGHT BECAUSE ITS IMPOSSIBLE FOR SOMEONE TO CARE ABOUT ME! GET OUT OF THIS ROOM!" I scream at him. As one small tear falls.

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