This isn't Real.

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**Read the photo attached to this chapter to understand where this idea came from. I didn't make that edit originally, but I decided to write something inspired by it.**
I awake with the Dauntless woman, Tori, in front of me.
All of that was a simulation.
Her hand is on my shoulder, preventing me from leaning forward.
I'm so shaken that I'm at a total loss for words.
"Relax. You have to relax. I just sent for a medic, you were in the simulation far too long." she says, moving her hand to my forehead.
What?
"No fever. That's good."
I almost don't hear her.
Her voice seems surreal.
Right now, everything does.
I've never felt more lost, or more without a sense of reality.
My next words are the only thing on my mind.
"That was a simulation?" I whisper, finding my voice nearly gone. I am as weak as I sound.
She turns around to look at me again.
"Yes. It's been hours, no one could draw you out of it. I called Erudite, and they said that if I tried to force you awake, there could be brain damage. Your family is waiting outside, but everyone decided it was best to keep the room as calm and empty as possible." she explains, and I feel that I've caused the worry lines on her forehead.
As I stare at her, I find my vision slowly blurring together.
Tears pool in my eyes.
"Let me see my family." I whisper. I feel my whole body start to tremble, I can feel myself falling apart.
She sighs. "Alright. I'll be right back."
She walks out of the room, and I'm left alone.
I try and take in everything I can while blinking away my tears.
I'm physically exhausted. My muscles feel like I really did just go through Dauntless.
I lift my hands and press them to my face.
I'm real. I'm alive. I'm Divergent, probably.
I try and remember everything that just happened.
It's almost like a dream. I remember most of it, but parts are fuzzy and so are details.
I remember Jeanine Matthews. I remember her trying to kill me, trying to kill Abnegation.
I can't decide if I'll settle for killing her or punching her in the face.
Tobias Eaton. Four.
My boyfriend.
But not really my boyfriend.
I don't even know what to feel about that.
Christina, Will, Eric, Uriah. Marlene. Shauna.
The names flood my mind and make me want to scream.
I'm overwhelmed.
Who am I now?
I'm not Tris Prior. Tris Prior is all in my head.
I'm still Beatrice.
Am I?
I don't know.

I don't know.

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