How Does One Simply Forget (Book 2- On the Edge Series)

There's Pain in Beauty

I'm sitting at the dining room table pushing the mash potatoes in my bowl from one end of the dish to the other. I can hear the murmur of soft and loud voices around me. I not sure if they are arguing or if they are just talking.

There is a huge glass chandelier hanging right above my head, I imagine it falling off its hinge coming crashing down on the five of us piercing our skin. Me, Tris Prior, stupidly looking up and the shards pierce my eyes. I'm eating off of beautiful china with delicate gold designs, I imagine the dishes breaking at my touch then the point going up through my hand. The silverware is made of real silver, I imagine it sharpening its ends then piercing my tongue with such instruments. I know these things will never take place but I am so deprived of pain all I can do to grasp it is imagining it. My father doesn't beat me anymore, I have no means of cutting myself, it's torture.

I'm brought back to the present "Beatrice are you ok?" a soft motherly voice asks me.

"My name is Tris," I state harsher than I mean, but I don't make any effort to apologize.

My mind wanders further to the day of my father's trail. I was dressed in a stiff woman' suit. I remember my hands were so sweaty from my nerves that they needed to be wiped ever couple minutes. I remember being called for testimony. On the way to the stand, I tripped in my heels because my knees were shaking and well... they were heels. I remember hearing Andrews cackling when I shuddered while the defense attorney questioned me. Best of all I remember my father's shouts of protest and outrage as he hears the judge proclaim that he will serve 25 years of jail time and 100,000 hours of community service. (I don't know a logical amount.) That memory makes me smile. But the smile doesn't last long as I think of Four after the trial. We celebrate the victory at the Eaton's house. On my way up to my room to change into something more comfortable I run it to Four. I stumble backward almost falling down the stairs but he catches me before I get too far. I look up into his eyes, their deep blue that I once thought was like the middle of the ocean, are now shallow like the person who has them. Once I gained my balance I ripped my hands from his grasp held my chin up and walked to my room.

That was a year ago.

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Merry Christmas/Happy Hanukkah

I know this isn't very long but I ran out of ideas >.< Anyways Have a good one.

ROCK ON :<)