Unstoppable

I wake up to a small tug on my hair. I groan the flip over onto my stomach and burry my face into my pillow.
"Come on Tris. It's a new day so get out of bed." I moan again. "Please Tris." She begs. "You've been in this same exact bed for the past three days now. It's time to move on. I know you don't want to but you have to try." Victory informs me.
I've been crying into my pillow for the longest time ever. I don't think I've ever cried over something for more then an hour or two. But this is different. My entire life was washed away. Wiped completely clean so nothing remains. It's been five days now since I last saw Tobias. Since I last kisses him. Since he last held me in his arms.
I let go and cry all over again. Except nothing falls fall from my eyes. Their completely dry. I've shed the last of my tears last night all alone in this room I've stayed in. I've gotten up only to use the bathroom and nothing else. "Tris." Victory puts her hand on my back. I turn my head and look over at her.
"Okay." I whisper. She nods her head. I probably stink pretty badly as I haven't even changed my clothes since the day I woke up in this bed. I'm in the same black clothing I wore last with Tobias.
"You should start by taking a shower. No offense or anything, but you kind of smell like toad pee." This makes me smile. Victory smile back. "See, you can smile." She tells me. Yesterday she was trying to get me to smile again. I told here I wouldn't be able to smile again as all my joy and happiness has been stripped of me when I was taken from Tobias.
"Come on," Victory pulls the covers off me. I push myself up into a sitting position. "I'll help you." She tells me. I let her pull me to my feet and drag me into the bathroom. She starts the water and picks out a blue towel with white and black flowers on it and sets it on the counter beside me.
"I'll go get you some clothes and set them on the counter for when you're done." She tells me. I nod my head and watch as Victory closes the door behind herself. I strip down and hop into the shower. The warm water feels nice on my skin but it dosen't help. I want to loose my mind. I need an escape from this new hell I've been welcomed into.
I turn around and crank up the heat. Surprisingly, it doesn't take long for the water to become steaming hot. I turn back around and stand under the water, letting it burn my skin. I close my eyes and let go of everything. I empty my mind and let it take me where it wants to go.
A few minutes later I snap out of my daze and wash my hair with shampoo. I rinse it all out and put the conditioner in. I wash my body as I let the conditioner set. Another ten minutes and I'm finished.
I shut off the water, having enough and pull back the certain. Victory sits on the toilet seat quietly, doing something on her phone. She doesn't look up at me until I cover myself with the long towel. "You okay?" She questions seeing my sad face.
"Yeah." I pause. "I'll be fine." I reassure her. She nods her head and goes back to her phone as I dress myself. I don't even bother caring that she might have just saw me completely naked. I'm normally more self convoys of my body especially around guys. Right now, I couldn't care less.
After I finish dressing myself, Victory pulls me out of the room and pushes me into a chair in front of a wide desk with a mirror attached. I don't bother to look at myself though. I don't want to see myself shattered. There's no point in making myself suffer even more then I already am.
"Sit still and I'll do your hair and makeup." Victory tells me. I nod my head and let her do what she wants to me. I feel like I'm playing dress up with Caleb. I used to force him to sit quietly in my chair as I put makeup on his face. I even painted his nails and put him in one of my dresses. Surprisingly as little kids, we were the same exact height and size even though he is a year older then I am.
After I made him barbie, he used to dress me up in his clothes so I looked like Ken. We would run around the house playing with one another until our parents caught us and told us to take everything off and settle down. Now here I am, having Victory dress me up like a puppet on a string.
She blow dries my hair then curls everything. Even though my hair is naturally wavy, she adds a little bounce to the curls with the curling iron. Once she's finished with my hair, Victory does my makeup. Normally I wouldn't let anyone come close to doing this with me.
Christina has tried but I kept telling her no. Finally she backed off knowing I wouldn't change my mind. God do I miss her too even though we didn't hang out to often and we had just met.
I open and close my eyes a million times before Victory pulls away from me. "All done." She turns me around in the black spiny chair I sit in to face the mirror. My first reaction is to shut my eyes tight, but it's too late.
The girl I see staring back at me looks nothing like me. She looks different. She looks beautiful. Spotless. Not a pice or hair out of place. She looks perfect without flaws to her look. I'm completely stunned.
My hair parted on the side with the front of it pulled back and clipped to the side of my head. Sparkly silver, white and dull gray eye shadow paints my eyelids to give me a smokey eye. My lips are coated with a thin later of pink lipgloss to make me look like I have more color. Victory dabbed a bit of blush onto my cheeks so I'm not pail anymore.
She got rid of the bags under my eyes. They no longer look red and puffy from crying anymore. They pop. Mascara covers my eye lashes, extending their length. And to finish it up, there's a light brown eye liner on the top and bottom of my eye to make them seem a little bigger.
Victory out did herself. She went above and beyond, doing this for me. I smile. "What do you think?" She questions me. I spin myself back around and look up at her.
"Amazing." I give her a one word answer. Not another word could better describe what she has done to me. Maybe perfect but nothing can be perfect so amazing sits tight.
Victory squeals in delight. "Good." She tells me. "Now let's go down stairs and you can meet the others." She pulls me to my feet. The others? This day just keeps getting better and better.
I follow Victory down the white carpeted stairs and into a living room. I haven't been anywhere else in this place other then the bathroom and the bedroom Victory told me was mine. I find a young boy, around our age sitting on a black couch watching tv. He looks up and gives a small smile.
"Tris, meet Ross." Victory introduces us. I give the boy a tiny nod. Victory walks over to the boy and takes a seat on the couch beside him. She looks up at me and motions me over. I hesitate a first since the only seat left is on the floor.
"Come on. He won't bite." Victory tells me.
"Not true." He snaps and looks at Victory. She turns to him and slaps him across the face. Not hard enough to hurt him but a little tap to make him shut his mouth.
"Stop." Victory's voice drops. She turns back to me and smiles. "If he touches you I'll kill him in his sleep." She tells me. I make my way over to them. Victory reaches out and grabs onto my waist. She pulls me down so I sit on her lap sideways facing the boy.
He's quiet attractive. Golden blond hair, bright blue eyes, slim, and a little muscular. Not to bad. I take my eyes off of him when he smiles at me. I start to blush. "Don't tease." Victory tell him. "She's still getting over everything so be nice to her." She tells him. The boy chuckles.
"Are you kidding me? You should know me more then anyone else." Now it's Victory's turn to giggle. "I'm a good boy." His voice rises. I shake my head. This kid is full of it.
After a few more minutes of chatter, we all focus in on the tv. Nothing interesting is on so I decide to get up and walk around a bit. "Don't leave the house." Victory warns me.
"Okay." I tell her. I walk out of the living room and find the kitchen and dining room as it's a big open room. The color theme is very vibrant. All neon colors. The stove is lime green, the fridge purple, the table pink, and the chairs orange. There's a black rug with lime green, bright yellow, neon orange, a light red, pink, blue, and purple polka dots on it. Interesting.
I turn back around and walk back into the living room soundlessly. "And you're sure she's alright?" Ross asks. I stop in my tracks.
"If your talking about putting her in a mental hospital no. Could she use a little help? Sure." Victory answers.
"I don't know Vic." Ross pauses. "She looks pretty depressed to me."
"Obviously she's still depressed. We've been gone five days now. With everything that's happened to the both of us I don't blame her. And even if you are in group fourteen, and we're in fifteen it doesn't make a difference. We've all suffered one way or another. She's just taking it the hardest." Victory explains.
"I can see that she's still upset about it all but it worries me. She's been crying for three days straight Vic. She won't talk to me and she seems distant." Ross tells her.
"She daydreams. You have to let her be. There's nothing to worry about. If it gets worse we can get her some help, but for right now, I think she's doing okay." Victory speaks.
I walk forwards hearing enough. This boy has a problem with me and I don't know what it is. He's concerned but he seems to be a bit too concerned about me. I still don't like how he's studying me though. It bugs me.
I walk right past the couch and walk up the stairs. "Hey, where you going?" Victory pipes up. She knows I heard them talking about me. "Tris." I can hear her jump up along with Ross. I don't want him near me right now. He reminds me too much if Tobias. I shake my head at the thought. I will not think about him again. That is final.
I run into my room that I was given. I rush to the closet and climb inside. It's completely empty so I slam the door behind me. I take a seat on the ground and curl up into a tiny ball in the corner.
I wish I could die. This pain, all the torture is to much to handle. In a few days it will over power my mind. Drive me completely insane. And I'm scared. I start to shake violently at the thought of ending my life. "Tris!" Victory calls. I close my eyes and ignore the yelling as their footsteps run all around me.
A good five minutes pass when the door creaks open. I open my eyes and look up at Ross as he pokes his head inside. He pulls the door open wide so he can get to me. I lean my head to the side up against the wall.
"Hey, it's alright." He comes inside and crouches right in front of me. He reaches out and I coil inwards. He puts his hand on my arm trying to comfort me. "I won't won't hurt you. I promise." I nod my head.
I close my eyes and take in a deep breath then let it out again. He won't hurt me. It's okay. Everything's okay. I tell myself. Yet there's something inside of me that says be careful around him. Don't trust him just yet.
It takes me some time to warm up to people. I'm not easily won over to often. I open my eyes and Ross is still there looking at me. I can tell that he's worried I might do something to myself. Who knows?
"Come here." His voice soft. Ross inches forwards and wraps his arms around me. He lifts me off the ground and pulls me right up against his chest like just Tobias would.
I hate it. I hate life. I hate the universe. I hate everything about it. I hate William. I hate this Mark on my left side that'll be there for the rest of my life. I hate me life. I want to die right now. I'll kill myself. I don't know how much longer I can handle all of this. I hurst too bad.
"Tris!" Victory called my name as she continues to search for me.
Ross turns his head around so he doesn't scream in my ear. "It's okay Vic. I found her." He tell her. Ross turns back around and looks down at me. He's so gentle with me. It warms me up inside. I continue to shake even within his arms. He holds me tighter hoping I'll calm down. It doesn't work.
"It's okay." Ross stands up. "I've for you." He tells me. I nod my head then turn my head into him. I use his shirt to hide my face. Then I grab a fistful of his shirt in both my hands for something to hold onto. It gives me something to do.
"Ross!" Victory screams. Ross starts to move and I know he's taking me out of the room into the hallway. "What the hell Tris!" Victory yells. Her heavy feet stomping on the ground as she makes her way over to Ross and I.
"Don't hide from us again. Do you hear me?" I nod my head then burry my face seeping into his shirt. By now, I'm too scared for two reasons. The first is from wanting to kill myself and the second is from Victory. I don't like people when they yell at me. It scares me half to death. I always shake in fear and quiver when it happens. Sometimes I wait for them to lash out at me, but it never happens.
"Vic stop. You're scaring her." Ross speaks. He puts have felt me tense up at the harshness of her voice. I hear Victory sigh. Then her hand comes down on my head and I whine. She pulls away from me right away.
"I'm sorry." Is all she can say before walking away. I know she didn't mean to yell at me. She's just worried about me. A good friend will do anything for them even if it causes a great price. Victory is that friend to me.
"Do you want to be alone?" Ross questions me. After what Victory had just done, no. I shake my head. "Okay." Ross starts walking again and carries me off into another room. I peal my head away from his shirt as he sits down at an angle and extends his legs out. We're in a bedroom. Most likely his as it's color theme is blue and we're on a bed together. I don't mind that I rest up against him while we're inside his room.
He plays with my hair as I lean up against his chest again. His opposite arm is above his head, bent at an angle so his head can rest in it. I notice that I still hold his shirt so I let him go. I continue to shake until Ross speaks up. "You can stop shaking now. She's probably downstairs on the couch thinking about what she's done to scare you."
"There you go." He tells me and pats my arm calmly because I no longer shake. "When you're ready, and I'm not rushing you, you should go don't here and talk to her. Tell her you know she didn't mean to yell and the only reason for doing it is because she cares about you." Ross tells me. I nod my head.
"Okay." I speak to him the first time.
"Did I just hear something come out if that mouth of your's?" He questions me. "Tris." He sits up straight forcing me to do the same. I pull back and look him in the eye as I blush a little bit. "I think that was the first word I've heard you say to me." He makes me smile a little.
"No." I shake my head.
"There you go again." I blush even more. "What's gotten into you in the past ten minutes we've been alone? Have you noticed my charm and good will yet?" My smile widens. He smiles back. He's amused with me as he flirts.
"And the smile." I add. He laughs at me.
"Let me just say that you are something Tris." I loom away. He doesn't need to see the embarrassment written across my face. "Your blushing." He adds. This is a night mare. I crawl off his lap and press my stomach flat against the bed. I stuff my face into the blanket. "Awww, come on darling. I'm only playing." He rubs my back.
I lift my head and turn it to the side so I can look up at him. "Flirting." I correct him.
"Excuse me?" He brings his hand up over his heart. "Ross does not flirt with anyone." His voice rises. Obviously a bad lie. I giggle. "And even if I were flirting with you, you'd be blinded by my bright colored eyes and toured her lost within my stare as I can easily manipulate you." He jokes.
"Show me." I tell him.
"Sit up then." I do as he tells me to and sit on the bed with my legs crossed and my hands folded in my lap. I look down and find a ring around my finger. The paper clip one Tobias have me.

And I'm torn apart. I suck in a sharp breath that bakes my lungs sting from the pain. I quickly look up. I slide the ring off my finger. I can't have this on to remind me of him. Not right now at least. Maybe a fee days from now I'll wear it again. It's too much for me to handle right now though.

Ross watches me with sharp eyes. I can tell he's figure out the right has brought back some type of memories. "Here." He holds his hand out towards me. I look down at his hand then back at the ring once more. I kiss it away in my mind and place it in Ross' hand. He leans to the side and places it on his night stand so it's out of the way.

I wish to cry but then I don't. Ross doesn't need to see me at my weakest point. Victory has and I'm okay with that. But I don't need too people needing to see that side of me. I sniffle then lean back against the wall and close my eyes. I need minute of silence to collect my self again.

The mattress shifts making me move to the side a little as it adjusts to Ross' weight. Then I feel his hand grab a hold of mine. I wrap my fingers around his and tighten my grip. My knuckles must me turning white from the force I use upon him.

"Tris." Ross whines. I release his hand and open my eyes.

"Sorry." I speak quietly. He rubs his right hand. He stops ten seconds later and looks back up at me with a smile on his face. He's weird. I've decided on that much so far. That and how he's mysterious and confusing to follow. I can barley study his emotions too. He hides some of them very well.

"It's okay." He pats my leg to reassure me that I didn't cause any real harm to him. "Don't give me that look." He tells me.

"Sorry." I apologize again and change my facial expression just a little bit. Something along the lines of emptiness.

Ross shakes his head. "You're unbelievable." He tells me. I give him a questionable look. "You're a very odd person to be with." He tells me. Is that a compliment or an insult?

"Sorry." I speak a third time.

"Stop apologizing. You've done nothing wrong." Ross tells me.

"Sorry." I speak on accident this time. I meet his eyes and smile as he shakes his head.

"That's four." He's counting.

"Make it five. Sorry." I tell him with a smile on my face.

"Quit it." He lightly smacks my shoulder as I giggle. I don't understand he does it but he lightens my mood in seconds. "I told you I can manipulate him." I stare at him for a second and think. Then I figure it out.

"Magic." I tell him. He nods his head.

"Smart girl." I blush. "You're blushing again." He just had, to point it out a second time. My cheeks feel like their on fire now. "I should just keep quiet but I can't continue myself." He informs me. "You're kinda cute." He admits with a wide grin.

I shake my head. He laughs at me. "Oh come on Tris. Admit to me that you're not even trying to be cute. Tell me." He gets up in my face. Our lips only inches apart. Too soon. Way too soon for this. I reach up and push his chest back.

"You can't resist any if this can you?" He asks me. I shake my head and grin.

"Your charm has me." I answer. I take a minute to think as he winks at me. I giggle. I haven't even realize I'm fluting with him until now. I didn't even know I could flirt with a guy. I was never taught how.

"That's what I thought." He crosses his arms over his chest. The two of us laugh at one another for a little bit longer until Ross tells me I should go down stairs and talk to Victory.