Secrets

Chapter 12: Attack

{I do not own Divergent, Insurgent, or Allegiant. I am not Veronica Roth, nor am I pretending to be Veronica Roth.}

I wake up to a start.

Today will shape the rest of my life. I think about what to wear and realize that, unlike other factions, the last day of initiation won't be a celebration until the end.

So I pull on regular black jeans and a shirt and run out the doors, hearing the familiar sound of my sneakers slapping the stone floors.

I make my way to the dining hall and slide into the back of the line, grabbing my plate.

"Hey, you," Uriah's warm breath brushes my ear.

"What's new?" I say, spinning around and kissing his cheek as casually as I can.

"Oh, they despise us," he says, shrugging.

I nod, filling my plate.

"Hey, they'll come around. It's not fair of them to be mad," he says, grabbing a muffin and sliding into a seat.

"Well no," I say, sitting across from him.

He's right, it's not fair. And it's cruel of Lynn to be this way to me for whatever feelings she has for Marlene.

-

I walk to the room outside the test area. Everyone will be watching. At least they won't see my fears itself, just me freaking out over invisible spiders and what not.

All the seats are full, so I just stand around waiting with the others.

"Lily!" Uriah yells, and I spin around.

He pats his lap.

"You're silly," I say, walking over and kissing his cheek.

"What IS this sticky substance," he yells loudly, wiping my Chapstick off.

Some others trickle in, their faces nervous and pale.

"Sorry Tris, seat's taken!" I hear him yell, and before I know it he's pulled me atop his lap.

Tris giggles and I watch relief wash over her face. I wave at her, confused, and hoping my cheeks aren't as pink as they feel.

-

"Lilian Walker?"

"Lilian, huh?" Uriah says, squeezing my hand. "Good luck."

I nod and clear my throat, getting up and walking toward Four.

"It's alright," he says, maybe noticing my anxiety. "Just a stimulation."

I nod and barely notice when he puts the needle in my neck.

-

As expected, I'm in the plastic bag. I hear the voices, casual, but loud enough to be nearby.

"Help!" I screech, as loud as I can.

"Help, please help me!"

I shouldn't yell, it wastes my breath.

"Please, help," I wheeze, becoming lightheaded.

I cough and cough, trying to catch my breath, but the air is thick and heavy.

"I can't breath," I croak, now suffocating. I grab my throat, shaking with fear, and punch the bag with my free hand.

My hand goes limp, as if using any strength at all makes me tired. My breaths become quicker, shorter, until I fall back.

Now I'm in the initiate dorm, and Edward is bleeding, just like how it really happened. I feel like I can smell the blood, and then my mind gets the best of me. I can almost.. Taste it.