Hey guys! I'm starting a new story! Great idea right? Yeah right, I can barely update the two stories I'm writing right now, and now I'm adding another one to the mix. Basically this is a fanfic if Tris survived the end of Allegiant. I know, I know- various forms of this fanfic have already been written but I'm hoping mine will be different. Anyway I'm still working on the update thing and am trying to come up with some sort of schedule but...Anyway we'll just see how it goes. Here's the first chapter. Enjoy! Veronica Roth owns everything!

Tris POV

I'm dying.

I know I am. I've evaded death so many times in the past - the attack in Abnegation, the attack in Amity, that time in Erudite, the trip outside the fence, while trying to protect my Divergence, even just minutes ago in the death serum. All those times I lived - whether it was from pure luck or skill I don't know.

I'm just a little girl from Abnegation who may or may not have turned into a hero. I don't deserve to live. I should have died so many times, but instead others died in my place. I shudder as their faces flicker in my memory. Al, Will, Marlene, Lynn, Tori, Uriah. So many lives, so much death I have caused.

I would cry out, if I was still alive. The bullet wounds from David are bleeding heavily, large pools of red surrounding me. But that is not what is killing me. A bullet wound is insignificant. I am bleeding from the inside out. I have felt guilt before, but this, this is something entirely different. The guilt is eating me alive.

Suddenly, I understand why Caleb would want to give up his life. This feeling, this guilt, is a horrible feeling. It taunts you, convincing you that you are worthless, that you could be so much better. If I could be relieved of this dreadful emotion, even for a second, I would take it. And if that means death, then so be it.

Finally at peace, I close my eyes, drifting off into oblivion, ready to face whatever future awaits me on the other side.

Tobias POV

As I hurry through the gates off the Bureau I can't help feeling that something is off. I can't hear any voices and it's as if there is a feeling of death in the air. That's strange, considering that Caleb is the only one who died tonight. But then again, the memory serum is like death. Having your whole life erased isn't much better than death. And we sentenced a whole population to that fate. My stomach twists. I wanted change, but I didn't know that it would be this costly.

I double my pace, ignoring Christina's protests to slow down. Something had happened, and I had a feeling that I wasn't going to like it. I reach the entrance of the Bureau and enter the main lobby. It is empty, save for Cara. She is sitting down on one of the few couches in the room, her back to me. Her body is dotted with bruises and she is nervously wringing her hands. I clear my throat and she whirls around to face me. When she recognizes that it's me her expression becomes troubled.

I tense up, preparing for the worst. This is bad news, I can tell. The others quickly catch up to me and, after seeing the look on Cara's face, immediately stiffen up as well.

"I-I'm sorry Tobias", Cara says, speaking only to me.

"What happened?" I ask tersely, not in the mood for her pity.

"It's Tris. She- she went into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb. She survived the death serum but David was there waiting for her. She set off the memory serum, but not before David shot her. She's in the ICU now. She's alive, but she's in a coma. The doctors aren't sure if she's going to wake up." Cara chokes these words out, on the verge of tears.

I can't speak. And that's a good thing, because I have nothing to say. It's Uriah all over again. She's in a coma, she's never going to wake up. And it's going to be up to me about whether or not we unplug her.

"She's dead", I say flatly, my voice monotone and unrecognizable.

I forgot that the others were even there until Christina speaks up.

"She is not dead!" she exclaims. "This is Tris we're talking about. The girl who survived even through the most difficult of situations. Some measly bullet wounds are not going to bring her down." She says all this with passion and reverence, as if Tris were some kind of God. And then I realize that she is. She claims that she is just a small girl who transferred from Abnegation, but she's not. She's so much more than that. I understand why she's Divergent now. She can't fit into any faction. She's bigger than all of them.

I also realize something else. Tris is not dead. She's just in a coma. A coma that she will wake up from. And suddenly I have hope. That hope may lead to my eternal happiness, or it may just be a setup for disappointment. Only time will tell.

Cara sees the look on my face and frowns. "Don't get your hopes up Tobias. The doctors say that there is only a slight chance that she will survive this."

I know that this should disappoint me. But I'm already on Cloud 9, the prospect of possibly seeing Tris again erasing all logic from my brain.

"That's enough for me."

Okay so that's chapter 1. Sorry it was kind of short, I just wanted to introduce the story. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy it and the next chapter will be posted soon (hopefully). Please review your thoughts and any changes and/or events that you would like to see happen. Also I'll be putting up the cover picture soon, but FFN is being a little difficult right now.

Btw can you believe it's almost Thanksgiving!?