Convergent

Chapter Three

Tris

"That's not possible. People died- I...I saw them die."

"That was solely because they bled to death, Beatrice whoever the Dauntless shot while they were under are now at the hands of the Erudite, and so far no one is immune; not even the divergent."

I am furious, this is wrong; this is unfair I thought we finally destroyed the enemy and now my "Dead" mother is insisting that I haven't.
"So tell me "Mom" how you expect me to believe that my "Dead " mother is actually alive, and that the Erudite aren't defeated even though I watched with my own eyes as Jeanine was stabbed to death, and that the people I love- the people I almost died for still aren't safe?" I spit my words out like venom "Do you mean to tell me that it was for nothing when your precious David shot me-" I pause, her eyes are filled with fear and disbelief
"Oh- no one told you did they? Didn't mention how he smiled as the light left my eyes, didn't mention how he taunted me right before he shot me- over and over again till the room was filled with my blood shrieks? Didn't mention my screams as I pleaded with him to stop? Didn't mention how he grinned ear to ear as he pulled the trigger one last time, till the world went black and cold? What do you think about your precious David now?" All the blood has drained from her face, she stammers "He wouldn't... he couldn't... I don't...I didn't-"

"Didn't know which side you chose?" I say quietly "Well now you do. What am I doing here?" I ask softly "Why did you bring me too this awful place?" I am overwhelmed by the images of the pain I've endured here, in this treacherous place. "Why here, plugged into a machine by hundreds of wires? Why make me suffer through this (I gesture as much as I can move my hands) again? Why not just let me die?" I say exhausted

"Because," she says "You have too much to live for."

"Like what!" I sob "Like what?"

"Christina, Cara, Zeke, Shauna, Johanna, Caleb, and Four."

Hearing his name sends shudders through me and suddenly something comes to my mind that hadn't before. "How long- I demand "How long, have I been under?"

"I was hoping we could wait on that conversation..." she says warily

"No-" I say softly "I need to know, how long have I been away?" My mother seems to age on the spot, I don't explain, she knows what I really mean, "How long have I been away from Tobias (or Four as she knows him)?"

"Two years-" she says slowly "You have been in a coma for the past two years."