Peter's POV:
No one will find out what we did. She wouldn't dare speak a word to any living soul, not even her best friend, Christina.
Tris' POV:
I'm writing a note. So far it says:
To whom it may concern:
I had lost everything I had left. My dignity, my virginity, and my self-respect. I owe these things to three people. One of which was my best friend.
Al, I forgive you but what you did was wrong. Just because I forgive you does not mean that you are brave or Dauntless. If anything it just makes you a bigger coward. I just can't believe that you agreed to work with Peter and Drew. Of all people, you had to work with them. You stood there and watched as they destroyed my innocence. You watched them hurt me and you did nothing to help me.
Christina, I love you. Thanks for being there when I needed you.
I'm sorry to anyone I may have inconvenienced with my death.
Tris
I lay the folded piece of paper on my pillow and sneak out of the dorm rooms. No one will miss me.
"Stiff, where do you think you're going?" a deep masculine voice says from behind me.
"Just a walk. What's it to you?" I growl impatiently.
"You're an initiate under my care. Before you go off, you must advise me of your actions," he turns me and looks me in my eyes. From his facial expression, I know he sees my pain and my resolve to stop trying.
"I'm just going for a walk, Four. Understood?" I ask sarcastically and he just nods and walks toward the dorm. I wonder why but I refuse to care.
I walk to the chasm and stand on the edge. My toes just going over the edge getting wet from the spray of the water. The thought of just free falling to my death puts a light smile on my face.
"What Stiff, you want more?" Peter snarls from one end of the bridge. I turn around and look him in the eyes.
Without another word I step off the ledge...