Divergent; A Different Life

Chapter 5

Tris' POV

    I finished cleaning up and put on the clothes Four brought me. I walked over to the sink and looked straight into the mirror above it. I could see where bruises began to form and that there was already a huge bruise on the side of my face stretching to my cheekbone. There was a cut on my lip and in my eyebrow that stung when I touched them, and my head was throbbing. 

    I sometimes catch myself thinking back to Abnegation, wishing I still had my mother. She always knew what to do in times I needed her. I remember when she used to cut my hair with such a steady hand. How focused she was.

    My mother was meant for Abnegation. She was so selfless and never selfish. Completely focused and dedicated to helping others. I remember when my family and others from Abnegation would walk to Factionless . We were public servants so we helped take care of the ones who had no place. My mother was always great at that. But I could never be as selfless as I was supposed to be. I guess that's why I left. 

    I opened the door to the bathroom and went into the other room. The room was dim with two lamps creating the littlest of light. When I walked into the room I was able to examine it more than before. Its a small apartment with not many separation walls, very open. There's a bed on the far wall across the bathroom and a small kitchen to the left of the bathroom. When I walked into the bedroom there are two bedside tables, one on each side of the bed and a dresser on the far wall across from the bed. There's not much here its just a simple apartment with white walls. The only thing that really stood out were the words "Fear God Alone" painted on the wall the bed was against.

    "How are you feeling" Four said coming into the apartment with a tray of food in hand. "Fine thank you" I replied even though I was in dying pain. He looked at me with a straight face and nodded slightly walking over to the kitchen and placing the tray on the kitchen counter. He managed to clean himself up and change while I was in the bathroom.

    Something about Four intrigued me. He has two sides to him. He's the intimidating, initiate instructor Four. The 18 year old prodigy. That's the side he wants us to see. But the side I see is different. He's caring and somewhere along the way he's also broken. And what ever did that to him is what he's hiding from. The secrets that he keeps locked away deep inside of him. It's what he ran from. But what exactly was it that he ran from?

    "I brought some food, you need to eat. It's important to keep your strength up" he said. "It wont be smart for you to stay in the dorms tonight so your going to stay here. I'll take the floor" he said with a straight face. But the way he said it wasn't asking. He was demanding it, like instructor him. Stern and intimidating. Normally I would argue back but I'm to tired for that, so I just nodded my head in agreement. 

    I sat my duffel bag on the floor against the wall and walked over to the counter next to Four. We looked at each other briefly and then he slid the tray over to me. When I looked at the tray and the food options he chose, something felt familiar. The familiarity of home and meals around the dinner table. Plain chicken and peas. It's Abnegation food. But why would he choose Abnegation food? Was he a transfer too?