Help...

It's not Tris anymore...

'...Josh had come over. To spend the afternoon before we went to see the fireworks. I have to say, I truly do love him. So, so much. I had just finished getting changed into a knee length royal blue lacey dress with royal blue heels when someone had knocked on my door. I instantly knew who it was. It was Josh. I said in a very bad British accent "Come in young gentle man." My fake accent was that bad, we both collapsed to the floor laughing our heads off. Until he took me in a kiss. It felt so right. Perfect. I got lost in the time until I heard the doorbell ring. That would be Taylor and the rest of the crew. And we were on our way...'

​​I'm still Tris. Just, I'm not. I am stick thin, so unhealthy. So.... Not me. I weigh like nothing, lighter than a doves feather, and ever so slowly dying of hunger, starvation if you like.

I still sit with him at lunch. We are getting a lot closer. We are best friends. He always comes to mine because I am too scared to go to his. I still never trust people. I have a good reason.

Once he came over to mine and stayed.forba whole week. I didn't mind. He's just staying in my old cousins room. I've disowned them. None of them have come tob visit me since Beatrice did what she did. I have absolutely no family left. Nada.

Andrew and I share the chores and bills. Which is very nice of him. His mum also came over to meet me, she's really nice and I like her a lot. She says that if I ever need something to just go to her.

I have been feeling sick lately. Like I'm going to faint. Probably because of hunger and my, ahh.... Never mind.

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