“Tris! Tris you gotta get up, now!” someone shouted frantically, shaking my shoulders. I tore open my eyes and tried to see what in God’s name was going on.
“Don’t shake her, she’s in the infirmary for Pete’s sake!” a second voice chimed in from my other side. I did a double take, trying to see through the painfully bright lights to tell just who was waking me up so disgracefully. Will was to my left, looking quite concerned. Christina was the one being loud to my right, still shaking my arm.
I shoved her hand away tiredly and sat up on my elbows. “I’m up, I’m up,” I gr
I wish I could change your mind
But your brain is getting in the way
Of all that confirmation I demand from you
I wish i could change their minds
But skepticism and stubbornness
Will get in the way of a blind claim
For what is there to prove
If its not worth
Convincing to?
For what do I have to prove
If you're not going
To listen too?
For those unwilling or unable to convince
Cast away all other doubts
Cast away all other questions
Want nothing more than clout
The proof is only a suggestion
For those who inculcate a shared province
I wish you could take me at my word
But your sense of reason gets in the way
Of making you my dancing mini
Agonizing pain was my morning companion, urging me to awaken and begin my day. The ache in my sides throbbed, forcing me to finally admit defeat and peel my eyes open. The dorm was pitch black, filled with the quietly-breathing forms of my fellow initiates. I valiantly tried to turn on my side to sleep for longer, but that only made the aching worse.
I had to get up and try to do something to make the pain lessen. Sucking in deep breaths, I sat up and staggered to the bathroom. My reflection stared back at me, surprising me with how haggard and sunken even my eyes looked. Twists of my hair had fallen out of its tie and were hanging in loose
The next few days were brutal. I got up painfully early every day, as usual, and made my way to the training room to run. It was empty when I got there and stayed that way the entire time I ran. Part of me was crestfallen. The more rational side of me grumbled that it was unreasonable to have expected Eric to show up every single morning. After the third day, I wasn’t surprised anymore.
My goal each morning was ten quick laps, though I stayed for a few more depending on how winded I was. I left for breakfast sore and starving. Al was uncharacteristically silent at meals now. I thanked my lucky stars and tried to enjoy it while it laste
When we returned from the field everyone in my collection of friends immediately headed back to the dorm for some rest. Four told us that we didn’t have to report to the training room until noon so most of the initiates wanted to take advantage of the time off.
“Tris, hang on,” Four said quickly after dismissing the groups. He twitched his fingers, summoning me closer. I nodded goodbye to Will and Christina. I stepped towards my instructor, crossing my arms tightly.
“Yeah?” I asked. My previous conversations with him hadn’t always been terribly civil.
He mirrored my crossed arms. “I just wanted to
The Road to Redemption - Poem by ShimmeringDewdrops, literature
Literature
The Road to Redemption - Poem
Cruelly turned away
Almost affronted by your plea
Something between a vacant stare
And a glare of animosity
The road to redemption is fraught with doubt
Both from within, and yet still without
But they can't be blamed for their distrust
Considering the person that you were once
You willingly accept their vicious words
Believing that they are well-deserved
Ironic - that only now when you desire warmth
Does the coldness of their rejection truly hurt
Words die in your heart
That could not make it to your lips
Tears sting in your eyes
But do not have the time to drip
Their gazes averted
You are cast out; without even being moved...
Desperate
Oh, how I wish to hold on – to believe,
Believe in an us – a we…
And every time I try, reality takes hold once more.
How can I believe in light for us
At the end of a tunnel when I sit so blinded
By the darkness that fell?
Perhaps this is better for both –
Perhaps closure must be found –
Perhaps such happiness is not to be.
Once a night with thee –
To lay in thy loving arms –
Left me safe and warm.
To now feel different –
Words now killing me –
I feel consumed.
To let you prove me wrong would be
Such a delight –
But to let you prove right – a fright.
Here is a kiss good