My parents, I found out, did come while I was in a coma state, but were kicked out shortly after. The reason, they told me things I don't want to repeat.
They hate me. My whole family does, I bet. I look down and start crying, since, I don't think I have anyone to trust if my own parents think I'm terrible.
I hear three knocks at the door and I hide under my blanket, trying to stop my shaking and crying. Nothing works though, of course. I hear the door creek open, and quiet footsteps come closer to me.
My shaking erupts into more of it, and my heart beats faster, and my head is tingling, and now I can't breath on my own. I have no clue who this is but I'm scared that they hate me.
"Tris?" The deep voice starts, and it's soothing, yet terrifying at the same time. I keep shaking and pull the hospital blanket all the way over my head, and my toes are barley inside the blanket still. "Are you okay?"
My quiet sobs become louder and I keep shaking, and I shake my head 'no' under the blanket even if he can't see me.
I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out, I'm too scared to speak, I'm too scared of what this man will say, or call me. So instead I close my once talkative mouth and keep sobbing.
"There there Tris, I'm here for you." Soon I recognize the voice, and it belongs to Tobias. I smile because so far, it seems he doesn't hate me, so I slowly uncover my head from the blanket, but still do not look at him.
"Look your head is here!" He says with a quiet laugh, yet I still don't turn to him, not wanting to speak, not able to speak. I hear his a reach out to me and I jump, making him pull back and I to start crying again.
"No Tris, it's okay, you can trust me, I don't hate you." I keep looking at the wall and shake my head again. "Tris, I don't, neither do our friends." I shake my head again. I lift up my slowly shaking hands and point towards a desk.
"Do you want the paper and pen?" He asks quietly. I slowly nod my head, still not making eye contact with him, and he walks over there and grabs them and slowly walks back.
My weak arms can barely hold the pen he hands me and I try to write. Very shakily, I finally finish and let him read it.
He says the words aloud as he reads it. "Then why didn't anyone come and see me? Why aren't my friends here? Why do my parents hate me?" He squints a little, and I see tears in his eyes forming, but they don't fall yet. He looks up and looks at me. I know this because I can feel his stare.
"Tris I came, everyday I could! Our friends, I'm not sure why. Your family? They are stupid!" He screams and I breath heavy and start crying again.
I snatch the paper back and keep writing.
'Get out, Four. I know that our friends hate me, and so does my family. I can't even speak around anyone because I trust no one. You are scaring me.
Leave.'
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Fanfiction"He walked into my heart like he always belonged there Took down my walls and lit my soul on fire." The name of your soulmate is etched with ink on your wrist. A story of a girl who doesn't want to be broken, and a boy who can mend. some credits...
