Chapter 10

Tris POV

Ugh. I feel like shit. I didn't go back to sleep last night after I had the nightmare. I'm staring at the ceiling listening to music. It's Saturday so I don't have school. I'm listening to one of my favorite songs in the entire world. You see, when I was little one of my friends had a big party and on the way back to my house I was in a car with my two best friends. They were practically sisters to me. So anyway, we were all in the car when a certain song came on. We all at the same time said that we liked that song. Their mom turned the volume way up and rolled down all the windows. We sang the song at the top of our lungs.

Lady, running down to the riptide

Taken away to the dark side

I wanna be your left hand man

I love you when you're singing that song

And I got a lump in my throat

'cause you're gonna sing the words wrong

I always get teary listening to it. Their names were Annabelle and Claudia. And they're the main reasons I don't have any friends. You see, Claudia got caught up in popularity; and trust me, I was far from popular. Annabelle eventually found someone better than me to be with. What they don't know is that it crushed me. I can never be comfortable with friends because I always think they'll leave. Annabelle and Claudia were my entire world. I still love the song though. It reminds me of when we were happy. If you haven't figured it out, the song is Riptide by Vance Joy.

Mac is still out on his case so I'm home alone. I started school near the end of the first semester so it's almost Christmas! Now I'm not religious, at all. I've always loved Christmas though. Only because it seems like everyone is happy. I like that feeling. I hear a knock on my door. I slowly get up and walk to it. I open the door and I am scarred for life. Nita is standing at my door with her long coat wide open. You know what's under that coat? If you guessed no clothing at all, then you are correct!

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" I scream covering my eyes. I saw her immediately close her coat.

"I thought this was Four's apartment!" she screeches.

Four must have heard his name because he opens his door.

"What's going on? Nita what are you doing here?" he asks.

"Put your girlfriend on a leash Four!" I scream trying to forget what I just saw.

"Oh yeah baby, I'd like that." Nita coos.

"OH COME ON!" I will never recover from this.

"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" Four yells, clearly very confused.

I am so pissed. Either Nita's messed up, or Four likes some kinky shit.

"Your girlfriend just fucking flashed me!" I'm still yelling. Four furrows his brow.

"W-what? Why?" He says.

"I thought it was your apartment!" Nita says, defending herself.

"What if one of my friends answered the door!?" Four's getting angry.

"They woulda seen one pair of messed up tits, that's for sure." I mumble under my breath.

"Shut the fuck up Tris! You're no American beauty. So you need to shut your ugly, pathetic, fat, face you bitch!" She screams.

That shouldn't have affected me, but of course it did. I am ugly, and pathetic, and fat. My eyes start to water. Dammit Tris! Get yourself together! I turn around and head back into my apartment. I hear Four and Nita yelling outside.

"That's it! We're through!" Four screams.

"It's because of that stupid little slut isn't it!?" Nita this time.

"Leave! Get out! I never want to see you again!" That one was Four. I hear a scream of frustration and heavy footsteps.

"Tris?" A knock on my door. But right now I just need to be alone. God damn I'm being dramatic. I need people to fuck off though.

I go to the speaker and choose a song.

Lets be alone together

We could stay young forever

Scream it at the top of your lungs.

This has to be one of my favorite songs of all time. The lyrics are just so… I don't even know. The banging gets louder but so does my music. Why does life have to be like this? It's like one big series of disappointments. Four gave up. Gone back into his apartment I suppose. Fuck everything god dammit! The next song that comes on is one I've loved for a long time.

The worst things in life come free to us.

It's too cold outside for angels to fly.

A/N: YOU WILL SEE THAT SONG AGAIN. I love you all. You're amazing as fuck. Thank you so much.

-Me