If you've gone through the trouble to look for this, you probably didn't like the ending of Allegiant either. As brilliant as Veronica Roth is, she needs to learn to treat her characters kinder. I didn't want to believe Tris died. So I wrote this, and now, for me, Tris is very much alive. Subscribe so that you can read the upcoming chapters that do coincide somewhat with the original book.
So, I present to you what would have happened if Tris Prior lived.
From the corner of my eye, I see David slumped over in his chair.
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 through 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.
"Am I done yet?" I say, and I'm not sure if I actually say it or if I think it and she hears it.
She smiles sadly at me. There is a faint tint of something beyond sadness in her expression. "Beatrice, you have done so well," she whispers, and her eyes glisten with soft tears as she chokes on her words. She ends her sentence as though there was more to be said, and I hear pride in her voice.
"But?" I ask suspiciously, desperately. I can't keep this up for much longer. The pain David inflicted onto me is excruciating. I don't care about anything except making it cease. I can feel it spreading throughout my entire body; a never-ending burning sensation.
"But," my mother continues slowly and carefully, as though she is still figuring out what to say. "It is your decision to make. Do you join us? Or stay with them? Beatrice, no one will blame you for wanting your pain to end." I do! It is unbearable, and so debilitating that I can hardly open my mouth to speak anymore.
I open my mouth to answer with the very last of my energy, but my mother shoots me a stern look. "It would be very selfish of you to leave them, Beatrice. Of course, we would welcome you. But this is an extremely important choice, and you need to think about how it will end up affecting everyone involved with you."
There is always a choice, for me.
When she says "us", images run through my mind. To be with my mother and father once more. Will- oh the things I should say to Will, and what I would tell him. And Al, who had killed himself because I didn't forgive him soon enough. Tori, who had helped me with my Divergence since the very beginning. So many of my friends and family were dead, and I had the chance to rejoin them.
But the word "them" also forced images into my mind. I could imagine Christina, my best friend, screaming at my coffin. Caleb would surely blame himself, and would try not to cry too loud and obviously. My new friend Matthew, who would never get the chance to make good memories with me. Tobias.
The thought of Tobias hurts more than the bullets, which is saying an awful lot. His touch, his laugh, his kisses… How long could I go without him? More importantly, how long could he go without me?
After briefly thinking, I gasp, "They need me, don't they, Mother?"
"Beatrice, you are wired for Abnegation, Dauntless, and Erudite. This is a gift, and a good combination, but it accompanies responsibility. You are blessed with the ability to selflessly protect others, and think logically about situations. Use your gift. I think you know what has to be done."
"Mommy, I don't want to leave you," I sob. I had not called her "Mommy" since I was a little kid.
"Be selfless. Be brave. Be intelligent," she warns me.
But in the end, it is my own decision, not hers.
Do I pick the people I love that have been stolen from me, and appease my pain? Or do I stop that same pain from affecting the ones I love, and fight through the blistering pain?
I will not inflict the pain that has been inflicted onto me.
I am selfless. I am brave.
I choose life.
I wave solemnly to my mother. She grins at me, a grin I recognize from visitation day, and nods once encouragingly. My mother is proud of me.
I have made the right choice.
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