In the breakfast room, I actually see Nathan eating food. Or is this the first time Nathan has come to the breakfast room without Uriah dragging him over? I don't know. Of course I see Abel and his carts full of coffee. I take a jug and drink a sip. Today is a wild day in the making.

After Breakfast...

I walk into the small, mystery hallway. Today is my actual fear simulation. I'm scared out of my mind. Will they kill me? Will Marcus come back and tell me the horror of how he murdered mom? All these possible outcomes scare me out of my mind. And I stand in the room, the crowded room slowly turning into an empty one.  

"Kat," I hear Tris call in a monotone, exhausted voice.

Why am I always last? I'm so nervous, tucking my hair behind my ears as I walk into the blank, monotonous room of white.

"What's wrong?" Tris asks, "You look like you've killed seven people."

"Oh, sorry. Nothing's wrong."

I sit down in the simulation chair, Tris's lecture is coming in one ear and out the other, my brain too lazy to process everything. I feel as if I have to justify myself to make it into Dauntless. Marcus is going to murder the crap out of me. He wishes I would've died. I feel my mind drifting away, and myself falling into a deep sleep.

I wake up to the sound of fire, yelling, and fear. I instantly jump up, but I can't. I'm tied to the ground. I can't get up, I'm dying. My inertia is too great for my feet to move me anywhere. The world of Dauntless lies right in front of my eyes with the people Dauntless lighting cigars, strip teasing, getting tattoos, and drinking coffee. 

"C'mon, stiff, move it," Peter says.

"I can't!" I yell.

"Just try, Kat." Kristen says, obviously annoyed.

Zeke and Uriah are nonchalant, Nathan is going crazy with Matt trying to calm him down.

The wall forms around me and Sage carries me out and places me in front of the train. No, I can't die. I can't die. I am too lazy to stop anything. 

I wake up on top of a tightrope wire. Jesus, I can't do this. Gravity is going to push me down, and I'll fall, and I'll fail. My thoughts are competing with each other as I see the ground. The ground is an already deepened chest that became an abyss that no one would ever find the bottom of. This isn't logical. This doesn't make logical sense.

"This isn't real," I mutter and I jump off the tightrope.

The world goes black.

I wake up in the room, but with Four instead of Tris, confused over my test results.

"What were your test results?"Four demands.

"Abnegation," I reply confidently.

"Your real test results?!" Four yells.

He has anger issues.

"Abnegation." I reply.

"You can tell me," Four says.

"My test results were A-B-N-E-G-A-T-I-O-N!," I exclaim, my face getting heated really quickly.

"You sure?"

"YES, I'M SURE, DO YOU GET THE MESSAGE?!" I exclaim, each word I said with more emphasis than the word before it.

"No," Four says.

"ABNEGATION, YOU KNUCKLEHEAD!" I yell, each word becoming louder than the word before it.

"Okay then. Just remember, Dauntless don't jump off tightropes like that." Four says and I storm out of the room.

That knucklehead.