Mirrors cover the inner walls of the room can see my reflection from all angles gray fabric obscuring the shape of my back, my long my knobby-knuckled hands, with a blood blush. The glows white with light In the center of the room is a reclined chair, like a dentist's, with a machine next to it. looks like a place where terrible things happen. "Don't worry," the woman says, "it doesn't hurt Her hair is black and in the light I see that it is streaked with gray "Have a seat and get comfortable," she says. "My name is Tori Clumsily I sit in the chair and recline, putting my head on the headrest. The lights hurt my Tori busies herself with the machine on my to her hands. right. I try focus on her and not on the wires in "Why the hawk?" I blurt out as she attaches an electrode ever met a curious Abnegation before," she says, raising her eyebrows at me. I shiver, and goose bumps appear on my arms. My curiosity is a mistake, a betrayal of Abnegation values. Humming a little, she presses another electrode to my forehead and explains, "In some parts of the ancient world, the hawk symbolized the sun. Back when I got this, I figured if I always had the sun on me, I wouldn't be afraid of the dark. I try to stop myself from asking another question, but I can't help it. "You're afraid of the dark?" "I was afraid of the dark," she corrects me. She presses the next electrode to her own forehead, and attaches a wire to it. She shrugs. "Now it reminds me of the fear I've overcome. She stands behind me. I squeeze the armrests so tightly the redness pulls away from my knuckles. She tugs wires toward her, attaching them to me, to her, to the machine behind her. Then she passes me a vial of clear liquid. "Drink this," she says. "What is it?" My throat feels swollen. I swallow hard. "What's going to happen?" "Can't tell you that. Just trust me. I press air from my lungs and tip the contents of the vial into my mouth. My eyes close. When they open, an instant has passed, but I am somewhere else. I stand in the school cafeteria again, but all the long tables are empty, and I see through the glass walls that it's snowing. On the
Mirrors cover the inner walls of the room can see my reflection from all angles gray fabric obscuring the shape of my back, my long my knobby-knuckled hands, with a blood blush. The glows white with light In the center of the room is a reclined chair, like a dentist's, with a machine next to it. looks like a place where terrible things happen. "Don't worry," the woman says, "it doesn't hurt Her hair is black and in the light I see that it is streaked with gray "Have a seat and get comfortable," she says. "My name is Tori Clumsily I sit in the chair and recline, putting my head on the headrest. The lights hurt my Tori busies herself with the machine on my to her hands. right. I try focus on her and not on the wires in "Why the hawk?" I blurt out as she attaches an electrode ever met a curious Abnegation before," she says, raising her eyebrows at me. I shiver, and goose bumps appear on my arms. My curiosity is a mistake, a betrayal of Abnegation values. Humming a little, she presses another electrode to my forehead and explains, "In some parts of the ancient world, the hawk symbolized the sun. Back when I got this, I figured if I always had the sun on me, I wouldn't be afraid of the dark. I try to stop myself from asking another question, but I can't help it. "You're afraid of the dark?" "I was afraid of the dark," she corrects me. She presses the next electrode to her own forehead, and attaches a wire to it. She shrugs. "Now it reminds me of the fear I've overcome. She stands behind me. I squeeze the armrests so tightly the redness pulls away from my knuckles. She tugs wires toward her, attaching them to me, to her, to the machine behind her. Then she passes me a vial of clear liquid. "Drink this," she says. "What is it?" My throat feels swollen. I swallow hard. "What's going to happen?" "Can't tell you that. Just trust me. I press air from my lungs and tip the contents of the vial into my mouth. My eyes close. When they open, an instant has passed, but I am somewhere else. I stand in the school cafeteria again, but all the long tables are empty, and I see through the glass walls that it's snowing. On the
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