Darkness is here, wherever here is. I can't help but feel confined to this location I am in. I hear and see objects and people around me, but at the same time I don't know what is happening around me. I feel trap in a closing place and can't get out. The only time I feel normal is when I heard her voice. Her voice that makes me feel in control and be able to breathe. I hear her cries though and can't help but feel angry at whoever made her cry and sympathy knowing her will in staying strong. I can't ignore her and yet I feel she doesn't even hear me talking to her.
I am in this place floating seeing and fighting the memories and fears that I keep in to myself. Always a repeat of the same four. First I am high up in the air. One move and I can fall and die without even a moment to breathe. The air pressure building up around me and making me close in on myself. I force my body to move forward to keep surviving. I look around and see nothing but a pathway. I climb up the building more until I feel sweat collecting at my hands. I look down and I feel my heart quicken by it. I feel myself slip from it and fall. The ground hard and fast coming and I let it take over. I accept the fate and I am transferred to the next place.
I look around to see the ground and then hit the ground hard when a wall comes crashing against my back. Four walls come closer and closer til I have only room to stand up. The air is running out and I am going to run out soon. I need to take more air. No! less air that way I can save up more. I don;'t know what to do. it's just like in the closet, where days passed and I had no water or food for days upon end. My legs so close that I couldn't move them for so long. Without light and to remain in the darkness. I can't breathe and I can't concentrate on not panicking. I can help but feel weak hearing the laughter I was in pain.
I think and close my eyes imagining I was with her. Who is she? How is she so important that she calms me down by her voice. I can't help but try to picture her in mind. I start to calm down the pounding heart rate I have reached. I think more clearly and feel at ease. I can think now and I open my eyes to a room.
The room has a table and a lady tied up. On the table is a single bullet and a gun. I look at her and see an innocent person staring back. Eyes wide with fear and so worried. I look back at the gun and bullet and I can't help but feel sick. I never met her and I have to end her life. Someone who doesn't deserve being in the situation. I walk up to the table and take hold of the gun and put the bullet in. I click the safety off and point the gun at her. I put my fingers around the trigger griping the other hand around the gun. My stance wide and firm to the ground and lock onto her head. I pull the trigger looking away when I hear a slump on the ground.
Soon I am in a room. My old home before I moved. The one where mom was with me and dad. Dad? The monster and person who laughed at my misery and I can't help but growl at him. I look up and see him walking down the steps. Hand and belt connected to him. His eyes show demonic look and I shivered at the look he gives.
"This is for your own good." He brings the belt hard to my chest and I grunt from the force. Soon I am surrounded by them all. Closing in on me and coming closer with the pain I let it. I curl up and he keeps hitting me and I close my eyes wishing it was to get over. I hear a voice whisper into my ears and see her.
Mom.
"Fight Tobias. Fight and don't be afraid. Be brave. Be selfless. Be honest. Be kind. Be smart. Be divergent."
I stand up and catch the belt coming towards me and I pull it. I punch him the face and he reels back. I wake just a moment and see Tris. I try to grab her face but she fades before I can. I keep fighting my fears and I will hold her again. I will protect her always. I will see her again and she will be with me. I will fight for her and with her. I love her.

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Divergent Werewolf
Hayran KurguTris and Four have never known what love is. They experienced hatred throughout their lives. Will they change their their minds once they give each other a chance? How do they fit in the world with werewolves you may ask? Tris has had a normal huma...