Divergent High

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My body aching in every muscle and fiber, my eyes struggling to open as I try to hear around to see if I am still in my own bedroom or if Carl took me to the garage where everyone wouldn't hear my groans as the pain took over my body.

The surface is soft, the air around smells sweet and there's a slight breeze, I couldn't possibly be in the garage. My eyes finally flutter open, my vision blurred and foggy.

"Tris, you're awake." a voice says from beside me. damn it, wasn't really planning on someone seeing me in this state.

Finally my eyes clear of the fog and I look around. I'm still in my room, but on top of my bed. Well, more so on my stomach.

"Don't move Tris, you'll only hurt yourself more." The voice comes again.

I turn my head to the right to see whoever could possibly be in my room. Four.

"You were the one climbing through my window." I whisper.

"Yes I was. I was coming to see you, and I found you like.." He doesn't continue. I take that time to look around and see the position that we are in. My shirt is risen so you could perfectly see my scars and whipping marks. Four has a bucket of warm water and a wash rag.

"I can tell what you're thinking, Tris. I won't tell anyone." I just silently nod. This can't be happening.

"Four, I think you should leave now." I whisper, I can barely raise my voice so it's somewhat audible. He just raises his eyebrows and sets the bowl and rag down.

"Okay. Yah, uhm, see you tomorrow Tris." He says just as quietly as he exits the way he came, through the window.

Now I feel like a complete bitch. I didn't want him to leave but I couldn't bare his state as he looked from my face to my back. I don't want sympathy, I don't want pity. I want to be a normal person, with normal problems like if I'll be asked on a date. Not if I'll come home to a drunk step dad.

I pull my shirt down, and slowly stand up from my bed. I head towards the mirror that I silently standing on my wall and walk up to it. My eyes look bloodshot, my hair a tangled mess from the bun and my back has newly found blood spots in the material.

I quickly change into sweatpants and a loose tank top. I lay back on my stomach on the soft material of my bed and try to get as much sleep as I can. Today was eventful, and I don't know if I should be scared or happy about tomorrow.

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I wake up to the sound of my phone going off on the side table near my headboard.

"Hello?" I say groggily into the phone

"Tris! Today is cheer tryouts!" The high pitched voice yells through the phone. I had to pull my phone from my ear to make sure I could still hear the rest of the conversation.

"Christina?" I ask

"Duh! I snatched your number from your phone during lunch. Hope you don't mind." She says again. I take in a deep breathe and let out a loud laughter