Truth (a Divergent Fanfic)

Chapter Fourteen

Hey guys, just here to say that at this point we are about half way/ two thirds of the way through 'Truth' (yay isn't that exciting?) and I've been organised (for once) and written a plan for the middle and some of the end parts, so updates should be a lot faster from now on (fingers crossed - no promises though!)

Also, the suave Apple wireless keyboard malfunctioned and died, so I now have to use this older one, and not all the letters come out (e and t are especially hard which is pasrticularly annoying as they are the most commonly used letters in the english language. yay keyboard) so if there are any really obvious spelling mistakes, that's why (also I have no editor) so please point them out to me and I will fix them (Fix it Felix!) 

Dedicated to paninigirl1112 for being supportive and understanding once I explained everything slowly like five times (no I'm kidding. But thanks.)

The last thing (I promise - this is a long and boring and yet quite important intro) is that if you DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE PLOT LINE OR THE CHARACTERS OR WHO'S IN LOVE WITH WHO just pm me. I'm nice. I don't bite. And even if I did (Suarez...) I can't do it online anyway.

So yeah.

Enjoy,

Rae x

*****

 

“Bring home the boys and scrap scrap metal the tanks

Get hitched and make a career out of robbing banks

Because the world is just a teller and we are wearing black masks

 "You broke our spirit," says the note we pass.” ~ The Phoenix, Fall Out Boy.

 

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As the train rumbles slowly closer to the station, my bottom lip is getting more and more chewed, but even the salty blood is sweeter than the taste of my bitter anxiety. All my instincts are screaming at me to get off, to stop the train or even to hurtle from it moving – that’s how desperate I am. The irregular clicks of the train echo those of my heart, and as I see the city, I bite down on the inside of my cheek harder, faster, because I know the pain will grant me momentary relief from my emotions. But it is only momentary.

I’m sure it will be fine. I’m sure I won’t have to see Tris, and if I do, it won’t matter – I have Callie now. But my heart won’t stop jumping at the thought, and somehow I can’t quite calm myself down.

There’s a strangely gentle pounding in my head as Jeanine Matthew’s words come back to me – “We are separated for our own good. It is the only way that we can survive.” But since when was dividing and turning faction against faction a good survival method? Since when did it become acceptable to kill, to harm, to discriminate against your own? Obviously my case is extreme, but there must be others.

There must be. Surely. Or am I… alone?

I can hear voices further down the carriages, voices and laughter and I wonder why I’m not down there, why instead, I am up here on my own. The question is rhetorical; I know the answer. And all I can hear, in my breathing, in the laughter, in the rustling of the trees outside, is the same message, repeated over and over again: