Davids POV

This isn't what I wanted. Tally was my everything, all I'd ever wanted. All I have ever wanted to be is good enough for her. So she could hold me in her arms like she once did, and for her to tell me she loved me.

No, she fell for the surgically enhanced bubblehead who, I could never compete with. He was too perfect, with his dark shaggy hair and a face fit for a god.

When he passed away, he left a half empty Tally but I've been trying to fix. No one can fix something that's, that broken beyond repair.

I never meant to get caught. I knew I was wanted by a few rebel cities. They wanted me and Tally down, so they could have control over the world yet again with their brain lesions. Tally was away on an errand, and I was just lighting a small fire when they shot me.

The pain was excruciating.

My head pounds like a rhythmic drum. They submerge me in a tank full of a goo-like substance. I gasp for air but I'm drowning; in what feels like my own sorrows. The world goes dark.

The last thing I see is the knife.

The last thing I feel is them inserting it into my face.