I don't know what happened.

And,

for the record,

I didn't know if I wanted to know.

I opened my eyes to find myself in an unexpected position.

One I've frankly never been in before.

Burning.

Alive.

Inside and out.

I'd love to say I felt fine.

But,

this was not the convient time to lie.

Unfortunately.

I woke up to the empty room.

all nothing surrounding me but fire.

but it didn't seem to be affecting me.

I got up,

slowly,

and groaned.

Sure,

it hurt,

but I could handle it.

I looked over the shoulder of the chair next to the bed.

There lied a note,

my leather jacket,

and a burner phone.

I picked up the note.

'Sure, you may hate me-

but I don't hate you.

And I know you'll be awake by tonight.

Divergent, 7 o' clock.

BTW, it's only got 100 minutes on it.

-B'

I sighed strongly and dropped the note.

She was dead to me.

I couldn't even think about her without punching something.

I had no interest in her anymore.

Yet,

I kept going back to her.

I was drawn,

and there was no escape.

I walked myself out of the room.

"NATE! MY BABY!" My mother yells from across the hallway as she runs to me.

She gives me a tight hug.

I may not show it,

but I liked her embrace.

I exhaled as I rested my head on her shoulder.

"Nate, I'm so sorry, baby. I thought you were dead!" She exclaims in her quiet tears.

I've only seen her cry once.

And that was when she dropped that plate on the floor.

She may be bipolar,

but that doesn't mean she cries all the time.

"So did I." I answer softly.

She pulls away and faces me.

She breaks down into her tears as if she was the one burning.

"Mom, I need you to promise me something, okay?" I ask, putting my hands on her shoulders.

"Of course. Anything for you, honey."

I nod.

"Do you promise me that no matter what happens to me, you take care of yourself, okay?" I ask, in hope of a response.

We both knew that was a sensitive topic.

She did leave dad and I.

She left me with that monster.

And it took time,

but I forgave her.

and she knows she has to do this for me.

I'm all she cares about.

"Okay. I promise." She answers, nodding.

I sigh in relief.

Suddenly I heard heels clicking down the hallways.

predicted.

"Hey, Summer." I say in a normal voice.

She gasps and runs over to me.

She as well hugs me tightly.

"NATE! Thank god you're okay!" She exclaims.

I pull away.

"Summer, I owe you my life. What can I do to repay you?" I ask.

she stands there,

her hand on her chin.

She processes my question for what feels like hours.

Then,

she finally answers.

Just as she was beginning to say something,

she gasps at her phone.

"What is it?" I ask.

"ASHTON IS DEAD!" She screams.

I gasp in horror.

Addy must be crushed.

I need to find her,

and fast.

"WHERE IS ADDY?" I exclaim.

"Probably with my brother." She mumbles.

"Your brother?" I ask.

"I'll explain later. We need to leave, now! Get clothes on!" She answers.

I nod and run into my room and get changed into clothes my mom left for me.

Expected.

My usual Guinness t-shirt.

I put on my leather jacket and headed out.

Summer's guards followed us as we rushed over to the car.

It felt like eternities getting to Ashton's house.

We got there,

police crowding the place.

We pushed aside the police and rushed upstairs.

We saw Eli,

drowning in sorrow,

in a bloody t shirt and jeans.

I've never seen him like this before.

He's usually in a nice suit.

"ELI! Where is Addy?" I ask impatiently.

He signaled to the room next to me.

"I'll stay here with Eli. go!" Summer commands.

I obey and walk into the room.

I expected cops to be everywhere,

but it was just Addy.

alone.

Holding her dead sister's body,

clothes drenched in blood,

mascara running,

puffy cheeks.

but she wasn't crying anymore.

She just sat there,

with a blank expression on her face.

I couldn't believe this was happening.

This was all so new.

"Addy?" I ask quietly.

She doesn't look up.

She just stares at Ashton.

I sat down on her floor next to her.

"I'm so so so so sorry, Addy. Are you okay?"

She sniffs and doesn't respond.

She doesn't feel the same.

And to think,

I used to make fun of her because all she did was stand there and cry.

But this was serious.

I've never seen her so serious in my life.

she seemed destroyed.

And so,

I did what I never expected myself to do.

I picked up my phone and scolded through my contacts.

Once I'd found it, 

and I pressed the number and called it.

The constant running in my ears brought me memories I didn't want to remember.

I sighed as I waited and waited for the ringing to stop.

Then,

it did.

I heard the same small voice through the other side of the call.

"Bronwyn, I need your help."