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So guys... I started writing this chapter and I don't know what I did, but I accidentally deleted the whole chapter so now I have to re write it all. I didn't have much done on it anyways but it's just annoying. Anyway happy reading 😁👍Christina POV
Of course I'm sad. How could I not be. My best friend is dead. But I have to move on, and so does Four. But that doesn't mean I'm not really worried about him. I used to be so scared of him. To me he used to be nothing but Four, the scary and mean instructor. But after last night, I think I know him a bit better.
We spent most of last night talking and crying. I was reluctant to leave his apartment last night in case he decided to do something he might regret. He may be depressed, but suicide should not be a option.
After he insisted that I go home and get some sleep, I left him to his sorrows. I went home and cried myself to sleep. It is kind of hard not to be sad, as much as I have been trying. I may act like it, but I still haven't gotten over Will.
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep, mourning over the days in the past. Me, Tris, Al and Will messing around and being idiots. I miss that so much. All four of us messing around. We were free back then, we could be normal 16 year olds. Now, even though it's only been about a year, it feels like we have all suddenly become adults. We have had to deal with death and destruction, more than any teenager should ever have to go through.
I woke up this morning with a wet pillow and a red face. I got out of bed, showered, got dressed in a tight, white tank top, black jeans, and my old worn out, black combat boots. I left my assigned apartment to go see if Four was awake.
I reached Four's apartment in less than five minutes. I knocked on the door, and it opened at my touch, just like in one of those horror movies you'd watch when you were a kid to scare yourself.
I peeked my head inside and then walked in. Ok, I know I shouldn't have walked into his apartment uninvited but I was trying to be a good friend.
His bedroom was empty and his bed was unmade, as of he had gotten up in a hurry. I checked the rest of the apartment but he was nowhere to be found.
I figured he had probably headed down to the cafeteria to get some breakfast, so that's where I made a start for. I wasn't gonna lie, I was hungry too.
On my way down to the cafeteria I bumped into Caleb, who looked surprisingly happy despite the fact that his sister was killed the day before.
"Hello, Christina." He said in a voice that was a little to perky for my liking. "Hi, Caleb," I replied, "I'm looking for Four, have you seen him?"
I don't like Caleb and now I hate him even more. I don't know what part of me was stupid enough to believe that Tris would just let her brother, the only family that she had left, go to his death. I should have known that she would go in instead of him.
I also know that it isn't Caleb's fault that she went in to the weapons lab, but for some reason I can't stop myself from blaming him. Maybe it's because I'm grieving and I need someone to blame for the pain, or maybe it's because I never really liked him and now I'm just looking for a better reason to hate him.
"Yes, actually, I have seen him." Caleb replied. "Oh, do you know where he is?" I asked, getting slightly impatient. "I think he's with Tris." He said, in a voice that is all to joyful for the news he had just delivered. I knew he had never gotten along with Four, but that doesn't mean he should be happy he's dead!
"WHAT CALEB?" I cried, trying to get a grip. This is what I was afraid of. He's with Tris. He killed himself to be with Tris.
"Woah, Chris calm down." Caleb said, in a slightly shocked tone. "All I did is tell you where he is, he's with Tris."
"You're acting like it's not a big deal that Four killed himself Caleb." I squeaked, covering my face with my hands. All of my friends were dying and pretty soon I'll be the only one left.
Uriah is in a coma, that he most likely won't wake up from, Al jumped into the chasm during initiation, Will died in the simulation attack, Marlene was killed under Jeanine's control, Lynn was killed fighting the Erudite Dauntless, Tris was shot by David and now Four has killed himself.
"No, no Christina!" His expression was alarmed. "You must not know yet. I thought Mathew would have told you by now. Tris is alive Christina."
"Caleb, what are you talking about?" I don't know how to respond. Tris can't be alive. David killed her, they have evidence. Wait, Cara told me there was no body. She said they believed David disposed of the evidence. But how could he have done that if he had been knocked out from the memory serum.
"She is alive, Christina. I rescued her from the weapons lab myself." I was beginning to see the holes in the story Cara had told me. Maybe there was hope after all. "Where is she Caleb?" I want to see her as soon as possible. I need to make sure he isn't lying to me.
"She's in the hospital sector. West wing of the hospital, room 27." He replied easily remembering her room's location. "Alright then, I'm off." I said as I turned to walk away.
"Thanks for the help Caleb. And by the way, never call me Chris."
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Sorry this chapter wasn't as long as the first one but hope you enjoyed anyways 😁.
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