Summary – As she falls, Marlene thinks of Uriah and Lynn.
Notes – I need the next book, asap. (And this seemed better in my head...)
The moment her feet can't touch the ground, Marlene jolts back to life. Everything seems going so slowly now and she stares at the ground that is slowly raising up to greet her with horror. She can't even scream, her mouth going dry, and she reaches the horrible realization that she will die here, plummeting slowly to her doom. As she falls, the floor that use to be comforting suddenly seeming like deathtrap(Who's idea was to make the Dauntless Headquarters an elaborate maze of cliffs anyway? That was just asking for disaster), Marlene thinks of Uriah's bright grin and Lynn's witty comebacks.
All she think about is how they're going to be torn apart, stealing away his smiles and her retorts, and she has never hated herself more than she does in that moment. They're going to be a mess and it was going to be her fault. Her entire life, she had put herself through things to please others, just so she wouldn't have to deal with the guilt that their pain is her fault.
How ironic that the last thing she ever does would be the worse pain she could inflict.
"What if I die? What if I'm not good enough?"Marlene's voice raises as she suddenly panics, hanging back from the doors that lead to the Choosing Ceremony, her mind on all the people that had died during initiation. Uriah and Lynn stop, turning towards her.
"Not with that attitude,"Uriah teases, smiling until it drops when he realizes that he's doing nothing to help. Lynn rolls her eyes as she walks over to Marlene, taking care to tread on his foot.
"Hey, look at me,"she gently says, grabbing the other girl's wrists and giving her a sharp jerk to stare her in the eyes. "Its going to alright. You're one of the best in our class. You aren't going to die. If you even try, we'll save you,"Lynn nods to the unusually quiet Uriah and he suddenly lights up, his features glowing as he lopes over, dragging them into a hug. "
You're not leaving us that easily."
Notes – Drabbles are therapeutic, which is why I write so many.
(And if Uriah even dares to try and die on me, I will throw the book across the room and curl up in the fetal position. And you guys will be swamped with depressing drabbles. Just a warning)