Alive

Eight

Tris's POV

A week ago everyone not fighting in the war, including me, my parents and Uriah, all came to the safe house. It's huge but it's okay.

It's basically anyone who didn't want to fight, anyone under the age of sixteen, disabled people, injured people, pregnant women, and us four. Along with some nurses, including Hana, because we do have heavily pregnant people and people with injuries.

I call Tobias every night. Last night he told me that Evelyn is on David's side. I knew he was crying because the croak in his voice and his sniffles couldn't hide it. She's fighting with David, against us. She chose Tobias over the city and then fights against him. He's really shaken up about it and I really just wish I could be there to hold him, like he does with me when I'm upset.

And to be fair I am upset. I keep seeing pregnant women and healthy babies. I hear babies crying. I see healthy children running around, chasing each other. I see brothers and sisters helping each other. I see things that remind me of what I don't have. There is one floor everyone sleeps on which has bunk beds and cots and mattresses in. The bottom floor is where everyone eats and socializes. It's where people spend most of their days. So I see those people all the time. Those people that keep reminding me of the things I no longer have. Of my babies. Only one of whom I ever heard cry. I have found a secret place though, where I go whenever I can't handle anything anymore. I sit in the small room and cry. On my own. I think it's an old supply closet but I'm the only one who uses it now.

I am in here, crying, now. Listening to the laughs and cries outside, coming from children and adults. I hear a baby crying. Though I can't see anything other than what is in the closet, I can hear. It's not soundproof.

I start sobbing. I tuck my knees close to my chest.

I hear more and more babies cry, and children laughing and some crying.

Then I hear the door open.

I look up and find a little girl standing there, looking at me with a worried look on her face.

She comes in and closes the door. She sits on the floor in front of me, looking at me with sad eyes. She has blonde hair and green eyes. I'm still crying. She looks about five years old.

"Why you crying?" She asks.

"I've just had a tough couple of years. I'm fine, though."

"You don't look fine. I'm Eve by the way. What's your name?"

"It's nice to meet you, Eve. I'm Tris."

"Nice meeting you, Tris."

"How old are you?"

"Five. How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Why you sad? You shouldn't be sad."

"I've just been through a lot of sad stuff. I'll be fine, though. Where's your parents?"

"My dad is fighting and my mum is having baby."

I nod, wiping my tears away but more come.

"What faction do you come from?"

"I was Abnegation but I chose Dauntless, what about you?"

"Amity. What's Dauntless like?"

"Well, it's hard work, but it's fun. You can get tattoos, piercings, dye your hair any colour you want. There's parties, celebrations, fun games that you can play. They also do amazing food. Their hamburgers, and their chocolate cake is the best, though." I smile slightly.