Chapter 30: Rebels

                                    

                                          
Tears flow down my cheeks as run towards the train. 
Two friends, two friendships are possibly broken and ruined. Maybe for a few days or weeks or months, years or forever. 
Even though I'm slightly blind from the tears that are flowing down my face I still manage to jump perfectly onto the train and close the door behind me. 
The second the metal door closes I let out an ear-piercing scream. 
It bounces off the walls and probably echos down most of the other cars on the train. I can only hope that I'm alone. I don't need people coming up to me and getting into my business. 
I slip down onto the chair and let my tears keep falling. Drip. Drip. Drip. They fall onto the floor beneath me. 
Not being able to keep it in I let out another scream, this one louder and filled with more pain than the last. 
Burying my face in my hands I sob and sob and sob. The number of tears seems never-ending. 
The connecting door that connects the car I am into the other clicks open and a pit drops in my stomach. 
Somebody heard me scream. 
I can't see the person but I can feel their presence getting closer and closer. They stop when they are standing in front of me, I can see their shoes. 
"Go away." I snap at the person. 
I am too upset right now to be polite. 
They don't listen to me and continue standing there not saying a word. Probably just looking down on me with pity. 
I take a deep breath. 
"Seriously dude can you get the fuck back!" I yell, still not looking up at them. 
"Damn Tris you got some foul language there." A deep voice chuckled. 
A small smile forms on my lips and I look up at Four. 
Using my sleeve I wipe up the streaks of tears that line my cheeks. 
"Sorry I didn't know it was you." I smile. 
"It's okay." He shrugs and then takes a seat next to me. 
We sit there looking at each other in total silence. 
I raise my eyebrows. 
"What?" He asks. 
"Well, aren't you gonna ask me why I'm upset?" I ask, a part of me had been expecting him to ask me I mean any normal person would. 
He cocks his head to the side. 
"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" 
I look up at the roof and click my tongue against the roof of my mouth. 
"Not really." I chuckle. 
"Yeah, and I knew that. I know that you would tell me what is bothering you when you are ready." 
I smile and look over at him. 
"You truly are an insightful man aren't you Four?" 
"I try." He smiles. 
We both chuckle and lapse back into silence. 
"So what are you doing here on the train isn't dangerous for you to be out of your coffin?" I joke. 
He smiles but only for a few seconds. 
He lifts his jacket slightly and reveals two cans of orange spray paint.