(My story starts in the middle of chapter 50, after Tris was shot and her mom appears to her. The beginning of my story begins with Veronica Roth's words. All sentences that were taken from Allegiant are italicized.)

Tris...

And my mother walking out from behind him.

She is dressed in the same clothes she wore the last time I saw her, Abnegation gray, stained with her blood, with bare arms to show her tattoo. There are still bullet holes in her shirt; through them I can see her wounded skin, red but no longer bleeding, like she's frozen in time. Her dull blond hair is tied back in a knot, but a few loose strands frame her face in gold.

I know she can't be alive, but I don't know if I'm seeing her now because I'm delirious from the blood loss or if the death serum has addled my thoughts or if she is here in some other way.

She kneels next to me and touches a cool hand to my cheek.

"Hello, Beatrice," she says, and she smiles.

"Am I done yet?" I say, and I'm not sure if I actually say it or if I just think it and she hears it.

"My dear child, you've done so well. You're dad and I are so proud of you. You can come and rest now my dear, come be at peace with us."

I smile and close my eyes.

I feel a thread tugging me again, but this time I know it isn't some sinister force dragging me towards death.

This time I know it's my mother's hand, drawing me into her arms.

I feel myself going to her, the pain fading. I look at her face, her smile, her eyes, the glowing light around her...I feel the warmth, the calm, the peacefulness around her as I feel myself going to her embrace. I want to go and be at peace, be with my family.

As I reach for her I think of the others, all the ones I'm leaving behind...Cara, Caleb, Christina, Tobias. I choke on a sob as the image of Tobias comes into my mind, of how dark and how still his eyes are, how strong and warm his hands are, when we first stood face-to-face. I remember the love that we feel for each other...

"Mom, but the others..."

"They'll care for each other," she says. "That is what people do."

"I'm not ready to leave..."

"It's your choice...you are strong...you can come and be at peace with us or you can fight to stay...no matter what you choose your father and I are proud of you. We love you, always have and always will, and we will always be with you...its your choice."

I'm torn. She looks so peaceful and loving...I could be with everyone that I've lost...but I think of Tobias...how strong our connection is and how deep our love is. No I'm not ready to let go of that...say goodbye to him. I fight to stay here in my body, to stay here with him.

I look at my mom, notice the tears in her eyes..."I love you mom...but I'm not ready...not ready to leave him."

I feel the warmth of her slipping away..."we love you Beautrice...and we will always be here waiting for you."

The pain starts to return...the peacefulness has been replaced with noise. I hear people shouting, but I can't make out what they are saying or who's voice it is. I feel weak, cold, the pain is almost unbearable. I feel myself slipping, "maybe I am still going to die"...I think to myself, "stay strong, stay here...you have to pull through." I'm still slipping, and then everything goes black.