The next day...

I sit in the monotonous room with one objective in mind. I need to get through the entire fear simulation. I can't be caught as a divergent in the making. if I was already caught...I'm already dead.

Nathan taps his hand across his muscular thighs repeatedly, the animal-like sound constantly echoing my ears.

"You okay?" I ask to break the awkward silence.

"Better than you look right now," Nathan retorts, his cornrows flowing down, instead of being cooped up in ponytail prison.

"What?" I asked, shocked that my emotions are showing.

"You look like you just killed seven people," Nathan says honestly.

Abel walks toward me.

"Coffee, please?" I ask calmly.

"Yes, ma'am," Abel jokes lightheartedly.

I laugh in response to his pathetically bad joke. Abel hands me a coffee jug from his huge, normal cart of coffee.

"NATHAN, WATCH OUT!" Abel yells, throwing the coffee at him.

Nathan turns around, the coffee jug hitting him, square in the face.

"ABEL!" Nathan yells in response to that.

The rest of the initiates laugh.

"Abel, Abel!" They cheer.

"SHUDDUP!" Nathan exclaims.

"N-A-T-H-A-N! GO NATHAN! N-A-T-H-A-N, GO NATHAN!" Uriah starts to cheer, then the crowd of initiates join in.

"Oh, no," I hear Nathan mutter to Matt.

"And a hush fell over the crowd," Four says.

"Hush," Tris replies, all of us initiates looking bewildered.

These fear simulations are futile, but I need to get through it. I need to finish the fear simulation, to get through every last bit of it.

5 hours later...

"Kat!' Tris calls again.

I walk into the monotone, claustrophobic fear simulation room. I feel the injection of the cool serum in my upper neck. The world goes black.

I wake up in a chaotic room of fire, yelling, and fear. I instantly try to jump up, but I can't. I'm tied to the ground. It's like the force of gravity just got multiplied by 1000, but only to me. 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, obviously annoyed, or trying to taunt me.

What a jerk...

"I can't!" I yell.

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

Kristen gives Peter a peck on the lips. THEY'RE TOGETHER?!

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 have to get through this.

"What would a Dauntless do?" I ask myself.

I slowly tremble my way over to the other side of the tightrope, briskly jumping into the other building. Curling my hands into wrecking balls, I walk over to see what my next fear is.

I'm in a room. The walls are slowly enclosing in on me. I can barely see. I'm pounding on the boxes, trying to make it stop. Next, I use nails to make dents in the box. The box slowly makes my body curl into a tiny ball. As soon as I do, the room is gone.

I know Marcus is going to show up. Please not now, please not now. I'm begging.

I see Tobias walking to me.

"Tobias?" I ask.

"Yes, loser," he mutters.

Tobias walks towards me, taking off his belt. His appearance suddenly changes into one of Marcus Eaton. I see the old man wrinkles carving into Tobias's 16 year old face.

"This is for your own good."

I punch him in the face.

I walk into the room in Marcus's house. Oh god. I see my old, nasty looking father walking down the stairs.

"I tried to teach you better," Marcus says.

He suddenly clones himself and surrounds me. This is worse than Tobias.

"Don't go crying for your brother. He's dead. I killed him," he says proudly.

I just give a sour facial expression to Marcus.

"This is for your own good."

I feel the belt rushing across my fragile skin, cutting me with marks. I block the second strike, And with all my might, I punch Marcus in the face.