Rescued (Divergent High)

Fear Wakes Us Up

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His blue eyes eye me carefully, as though looking at me long enough will unravel my past. I'm afraid that if I do open up to my friends about whom I really am they will pity me and make me feel even worse about what happened.

At my old school when something was to happen and I was really depressed by it they would say they were sorry. I always got really angry at this, why would they be sorry? What did they do, they did nothing wrong. When I'm really depresses I keep it bottled inside me because I don't like expressing how I feel. I like helping other people and helping solve their problems. I don't think I'm any worth to help, or fuss over I deserve no pity.

My mom always used to tell me to help other people before you do for yourself. Since my mom was a high-class orthopedic surgeon she was always caught up in cases that helped save the lives of other people. She was never home so I never really got to talk to her about my troubles, maybe that's why I'm so closed off now. I think I saw my mom more in magazine and television interviews more than I did at home. The same thing sort of happened with my dad. He was a crime and law lawyer and everyone wanted to use him in defense to his or her case so he was never around either. He would go to work really early and come home really late resulting in no time to bond with him. Then there was the very common situation where he had to go on a business trip for months to a far away place for a case.

We had so many nannies that over the year's I've lost count. Yes they were nice but it would never be the same as if having your parents with you. Due to the fact that my parents were never home me and my brother got really close. When people saw us as kids they would call us the dynamic duo. They called us this not only because we were twins we were like a whole. Over the years we really bonded as a unit and helped each other through our troubles and problems. My brother is always there for me and I'm always there for him, but this summer I was really depressed and my brother couldn't even get me out of my funk. Maybe because he wasn't there to experience it for himself, maybe that's why he doesn't truly understand how I feel. I've tried to open up to him but not completely yet. I constantly struggle with idea of having to tell him what actually happened in the car that night.

My friends get up from the table talking and laughing and I just loom behind them looking at pictures of my family in my photo album. Tobias notices and starts walking slower so we were now beside each other.

"Hey by any chance do you have Candor English", he says with a kind smile.

"Yes I do, and it is on", I skim through my schedule to find what floor its on. My eyes lock on the number and I start to panic. It's on the last floor all the way at the top, which means a long ride in the elevator.

Our other friends have classes on the lower floors, so they have races to see who could get their faster, so it leaves Tobias and I to go up the elevator.

He presses the button and I take a deep breath. We both walk in and the door closes. The soft elevator music starts to play as the elevator starts to go up.

There is a sudden jerk in the elevator then it stops moving. What happened? Oh no, please tell me it did not stop.

"What the, move you piece of shit", Tobias says as he kicks the elevator wall. I see a little drop of sweat trickle down his forehead and his lip quivering.

He's afraid to.

"Hey, its okay, Tobias its okay", I say softly in a whisper to calm him down. He turns around with tears in his eyes while shaking rapidly.

"No its not were stuck in here", he yells "You don't understand what I went through", he slumps to the floor and cries.

I don't know if he knows that I'm shaking to.

The cold metal walls are coming closer to warm body remind me of this summer. The walls of the car somewhat getting smaller as we fall deeper into the unknown. Banging on the windows to crack them and..

"Trissy, Tris!" His voice pulls me out of my state of shock, making me realize that I am now on the floor in a little ball.

He bends down so were at the same level and caresses my face. He moves his thumb to under my eye and simply rubs it soothingly removing my tears.

Was I crying?

"Are you shaken too", I nod my head as if it's the only thing I could do. He pulls me into a hug. He runs his fingers through my hair in an attempt to soothe me.

"I'm afraid of confinement", I blurt out, then place my face in my hands out of embarrassment. He pulls my hands away from my face and looks me deep in the eyes.

"As well am I", he says then looks to the floor ready to cry again.

"How? I hear that here you're the almighty fearless Four", I say out of curiosity.

"No one can be fearless Tris. Fear doesn't shut you down it wakes you up", he says.

I think about what he said, he's right. No one can be fearless, no matter how hard we try.

Everyone wants to escape it. It try's to intimidate us and shut us down. We want to be fearless, so we do not have to relive through eructating memories that threaten to defy us. We try so hard to stop it, and become fearless. Sadly, every one knows its not possible, due to the fact that everyone is afraid of something that pulls on our conscious, and threatens to change our perspective and out look on life. So we cant simply put these fears behind us and forget about them, but we can learn to use them to strengthen ourselves, learn how to control and accept our emotions when our fears look us in the eyes. We all have to learn these things in order to become brave, we have to not let fear defy us but defy it.

"Where did your fear come from", he says hoping for me to open up.

Okay so here it goes. I guess I have to tell him what happened this summer.

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