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Tris
Where am I? Who am I? How long have I been here? These are the questions I ask myself when I wake up. It is a room that is dimly lit. I am laying on a bed that looks like it belongs in a hospital. Judging by the length of my hair, I have been here a long time. It reaches the curve of my waist. a sheet of blond hair that used to reach only to my jaw. Someone walks in. She wears a mask so I can’t see her face. I’m sure it’s a her though because of all of her curves and the faint makeup around her eyes. “Where am I? Who am I? How long have I been here?” I speak the questions I had in my mind when I first woke up. “Now honey” She speaks with a strange accent (southern accent) “You have been asleep for a long time, almost three years to be exact”
“Three years?” I don’t know who I am but I know someone out there must care about me. For some reason, a face appears in my mind. It’s a boy, around my age with dark blue eyes. I imagine him more and his hooked nose and sharp features become more clear. Then I think of the name. “Tobias”
“What did you say?” The woman asks, she looks alarmed. As I think about him more I remember how I feel about him. I remember the feeling of longing whenever we touch and I wonder if he’ll remember me, whoever I am. “Who am I?” I ask again. The woman’s dark brown eyes look at me with sympathy and I notice the gray streaks in her hair.
“Your name is Beatrice Prior, but you like to go by Tris. You got shot multiple times in the chest three years ago and our facility collected you and put a fake in your place.” She looks at me with a smile. “No one but the dozen or so doctors who work here know you're alive” I look at her with a confused face
“Tobias?” I know he must be someone who cared about me if I feel this strongly about him.
“He is, or was, your boyfriend. You two were deeply in love when he thought you died” I give her a terrified look
“Where is he? Is he alive?”
“Yes deary he’s fine,” she says in a soothing tone “He was living in the Hancock building in the city of Chicago the last I heard” All the things she said sound familiar but I can’t quite place my finger on what they mean. Instead, I ask about something else “Why did you save me?” I have to know, there are so many people I know who have been killed by bullets, my mother, my father, and a woman comes to my mind. She has dark eyes and a tattoo of a hawk on her back. I know that she meant something to me but I can’t remember her name. “You are special” The lady gives me a smile “You're body simply refused to die. You were on the verge of death's door when you came in but we managed to save you. “But why me?” I ask again as memories of people come into my mind. I don’t know if they are dead or alive but I hear the names. Christina, Will, Al, Zeke, Shauna, Marlene, Uriah, Susan, Lynn and finally Caleb. I feel a rush of something when I list that name but I’m not sure what it is. “One of our doctors in training who had just joined had a strong connection to you. In fact, he was your brother. He was in so much distress when you went into the weapons lab that he contacted us and we did our best. Of course, he doesn't know you're here. Only our most senior members do. His name is Caleb” I know why I feel something about him now, but why do I feel a little heartbroken? Did he ever do anything to hurt me? I can’t remember. This whole thing is making my head spin but there is only one thing I want to do.