Divergent High {IN EDITING}

Chapter 78

Four POV: 

It's has been a five days and the gang and I still haven't see Tris. Her parents are worried. Very.  I get worried again. I call the cops again.

"Four. Don't worry. We will find her. We must." Max assures me.

Kelly took the kids a few hour ago because I was worried about Tris. I hear a knock on the door and I open it to the gang.

"We are worried." Christina says. 

I nod.

"Where could she be?" Shauna says.

"I don't know." I say. "You guys get some rest." 

They fall asleep but I don't. I am too worried about Tris.

Where are you Tris? 

"Tobias." 

I am startled. I turn around to see who is calling me. Zeke.

"I can't sleep either. Neither of us can. We are all up."

They slowly get up.

I slam my hands on the table.

"Where could she be?" I ask getting sad and frustrated.

Tears trickle down my face.

"We are gonna find her. We have to." Christina says through tears.

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Tris PoV:

I am still reciting that poem. If some finds me I will do what I did the last time.

"Hello?" A voice asks. A male.

I still recite the poem.

"Hello? Who is out here?"

He is close enough. I see his face. Luke.

"Oh my God Tris! Are you okay?"

I still recite the poem, still looking at the same tree, still in my same position. I show no emotion.

"Tris?" He says.

"I am Emily." I say and continue the poem. 

He pulls out his phone and calls the cops. They come and get me. 

I still recite the poem. They send me to Divergent Ward. A building for psychos like me. 

I recite the poem all night. Luke is still here watching me. He pulls out his phone to talk to some one. I can't here his conversation, just my monotonous words.

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Four POV:

My phones rings.

"Hello?" 

"Hey Four. It's Luke. I found Tris."

"Oh my God! Where is she?!" I shout scaring my friends.

"Yea we are at Divergent Ward. I already called her parents."

"But isn't that the place where they take the mental or crazy people? Why is Tris there?"

"She claims her name is Emily and she keeps reciting a creepy poem."

"I am on my way." I say and hang up the phone.

"What's wrong?" Uriah asks.

"The cops think Tris is crazy."

They look at me. Lynn breaks the silence.

"Well what are we still doing here? Let's go." 

We run off to the Ward to meet her.

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Tris PoV:

I sit here still reciting that poem. A male nurse comes in.

"Sweetheart. What's your name?" 

"Emily." I say.

"That's nice." 

"Why am I here?"

"They think you are crazy. But I do not. I think you are pretty smart, Tris."

"Caleb."

"Who is Caleb?"

I start reciting the poem again.

"Why do you keep reciting that poem?"

"It reminds me that I am alone."

"You look thin. Are you hungry?"

I nod.

"Let me get you something to eat. The Ward food is thin. I will get you a sandwich from my bag."

I smile at his kindness. He walks out.

My friends come bursting through the door. I quickly turn to the wall so they can't see my face.

"Tris?" Zeke asks.

"I am Emily." I say and start reciting the poem.

"Sorry. We will--" Zeke is cut off.

"Tris. I know it's you." Tobias says.

"I am Emily."

"Tris."

"Emily." I start crying while reciting the poem.

"Tris." I look at him.

"What happened?"

"I am a psycho! Okay! I heard voices and I ran to the middle of the woods! I didn't want to be found!"

"Tris you are not psycho."

"I am psycho Tobias! Crazy! Mentally unstable!"

The male nurse walks back into the room with a sandwich. He looks at us and hands me a sandwich and then he leaves. 

I take a bite of my sandwich, chew, and swallow. Tobias looks at me. I avoid his eye gaze.

"Tris look at me." I look into his eyes.

"It will get better. We are here for you. Even if you are psycho, we can be psycho together." He says and I smile. He smiles back.

"I can't imagine my life without you." I say.

"You give meaning to mine. You made my worries fade away when you smiled."

"Can you stay with me tonight?" I ask and he nods. He kisses my forehead. 

And for once I realize.

I can stop reciting that stupid poem. But the thing is I still am psycho.