Tris POV:
I am still at the Divergent Ward. I have been her for a couple of days. I decided to dye my hair back to it's natural color. I am taking therapy. Christina's mom, Mrs. Parke is my therapist.
"I never asked asked you. Why did you run to the woods? What made you run?" She asked me.
"I walked into my living room and I heard voices..." My voice cracks, but I continue. "Telling me that Caleb hated me. It wasn't me. It wasn't from my head. It was just a voice. A female one. So I ran and recited a poem for five days. I didn't sleep. I didn't eat. I sat in the middle of the woods. That spot. There was something about it. It makes me want to run back and never leave."
She jots everything I say down.I look out the window. Yearning to go back to my spot in the woods.
"You want to go back, don't you?" She asks me. I nod.
"Maybe it will help." She says.
"Maybe." I say.She hands me a bag on clothes. I raise my eyebrow.
"Christina." She says and I laugh.
I chnage into skinny jeans and a red shirt with combat boots. I pulll on my black hoodie. We walk outside.
"Lead the way." Christina's mom says. I nod and make my way through the streets, into the opening off the woods. We walk and walk until I see the circle of tree. We walk to the middle.
"Beautiful. It's just beautiful. I think we should make a little spot for you by the smallest tree and then you can look at the biggest tree when you think." Mrs. Parke says.
I smile.
"That is a great idea, Mrs. Parke."
"Well let's get some help. Text everyone you know and I will call some people." She says.I pull out my phone and text everyone.
hey guys get to divergent ward quick!-T
whts wrong?-4
4 im fine dont worry-T
alright be there in a few-4
omw (one my way)-C
a block away-L
same-P
oh yea might have to wait. not there-T
watever-LPC4
already there-C4WUZ
kai see you in a few-T"Ready?" Mrs. Parke askes me and I nod. We run back to the Ward. I run into the male nurse who brought me a sandwich the other night. He is my friend now. His name is Charles. Sometimes I feel like he is Caleb. I remember the night when I called Caleb's name.
"Caleb." I blurt out.
"Who is Caleb?"I smile at him. We actually look a like. We have the same color blond hair, same color eyes, similar facial features.
"Tris your parents have something tell us. I don't know what it has to do with me. Your parents are here. Let's go." he says and I follow him.
"Uh...hi Tris. We have something important to you." My mom says.
"Charles, Tris, you are siblings." My dad says. I look at him with shock and anger.
"When were you planning on telling us? Why did you tell us? What else have you been hiding from me? Do I have any other long lost family members?" I ask angrily. But as soon as the anger comes out, it fades. My family have hurt expressions. Tears start falling down my face."I am sorry. I am so sorry." I say and start running. To my spot. I bump into Tobias but I keep running.
"Tris!" He calls after me.
I reach my spot in the woods and cry.
I think I am even worst than a psychopath. I might be a sociopath. I yelled at my family. But I don't think I will be able to live if anymore of my family members died. I would kill myself. I am already on edge. I remember what Caleb told me. He said he would protect me forever. But that was a broken promise. He can't do that anymore. He is dead. But he would do whatever he could. Maybe Charles will protect me. Tobias is protecting me.
"Tris!" Charles and Tobias yell in unison.
I look at them with tears streaming down my face.
"Tris. Yeah I know it's a lot to take in. It's okay." Charles says pulling me into a hug. I stop crying. When his embrace envelopes around me, it's just like Caleb. I smile.
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A/N; Heyyyyyyyy my kind readers. So I am gonna make a total mystery killer twist. So don't hate me. Just bear with me. I am updating. Don't worry. Thanks for the reads and the nice comments.
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Divergent High {IN EDITING}
FanfictionWhen Tris moves to Chicago and joins the Divergent High School. She meets her childhood best friend. They begin to date and all kinds of teenage drama begins to happen. I do not own Divergent. Veronica Roth owns it.