I've been waiting for Uriah for two hours, so it's already eleven o'clock. I don't want to stay up any longer so I go up to my bedroom. I peek through the curtain to see Uriah and Tobias sitting on his bed. I frown a bit, then I look away. I plop on my bed and I try to clear my mind from everything. My eyes close, dragging me into a deep sleep.
When I wake up, it's completely dark in my room. I look over at my clock that says it's nine o'clock. I forgot that I closed all of my curtains yesterday. I step out from under the covers and I walk downstairs. I don't feel like eating, so I just sit on the couch. I hear a knock at my door, so I get up to see who's here. When I get to the door and open it, nobody's there. I look around, then at the ground to find a note. Black, cursive font spells out,
'He's a wreck.'It's from Uriah because I know his handwriting, but why couldn't he tell me himself? Why couldn't he talk to me face to face? I look around one last time to see if he is anywhere around, but his car, nor himself, are around. I call Uriah up, but,he doesn't answer me. Did he tell Uriah to ignore me? Is he brainwashing him to hate me? I miss him more than anything. I want to hangout with him like old times, with all of our friends. I wish Tobias and I never dated, so my life wouldn't have been so complicated. I scream from being annoyed with everything and I throw a glass bowl across the room, causing it to shatter into pieces. I just need to breathe, so I step outside and sit on the steps. I just look around, admiring the chirping birds or the blooming flowers. I hate this life, here in Chicago. I want to move to New York, Cleveland, some place bigger and better than here. A place where I can make a difference, be a difference.
I sit out there for hours, breathing in the fresh air. I lay on the steps, dozing in and out of naps. I finally get up from the steps and walk back inside. When I sit,on the couch, the doorbell rings throughout the house. I walk over fast trying to catch who it is, but nobody is there. I look at the ground and there's another note.
Give him something to remember you with.This has to be Uriah... He's the only one who's talked to him. I go up to my room and I find my perfume bottle. I snatch it up and I walk downstairs with it. I open up my front door and I walk to my flower bed. I grab a single rose and I walk over to his house. I place the rose and my perfume on his doormat. I ring the doorbell, then I run back to my house. I peak through the porch siding to see him. He opens his door and looks around, then to the ground. He picks it up and grabs it, smelling the perfume. He mouths the words 'thank you.'
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Born to be Brave {Divergent High}
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