Unable to come to terms with the ending of Allegiant, I decided to write my own ending, (as well as another book, if I can keep it up). However, be warned: I'm not a great writer, and I NEVER plan things out before I start. Basically, I have no idea where I'm going to go with this! Hopefully it won't be a train wreck!
A note: This starts some time after Tris is shot. I plan to still do alternating chapters in Tris and Tobias's POV, but as I said, I don't plan anything as I go, so who knows. Also that lil bit in italics is straight from Allegiant.
Alright, that's it I guess. This will probably be a pretty short chapter. *Thumbs up emoji*
re•sur•gent
adj. - rising or tending to come back to life, activity, or prominence.
TRIS
Dying is strange. When you're dying, you don't see your entire life flash before your eyes. Here I am dying, and I only see my mother. She holds me, she comforts me. I can't be sure if she's really here, or not.
"What about the others?" I choke on a sob as the image of Tobias comes into my mind, of how dark and how still his eyes were, how strong and warm his hand was, when we first stood face-to-face. "Tobias, Caleb, my friends?"
"They'll care for each other," she says. "That's what people do."
I don't feel reassured, though. If anything, I feel worse, and I know I need to live through this. For him.
Everything is going dark, but I can see his face. Tobias. It actually hurts, seeing him in my mind as I die.
No, no it's not the memory of him that hurts, it's something else. Something burning. I can feel it, despite my body being numb. I can feel it and it hurts, a lot.
My eyes open again, and I try not to sob. All around me I see brightness, and it hurts my eyes. I try to look around the room, but it's too bright to actually see anything. I squeeze my eyes shut again, just as another wave of burning pain blows through my body. This time, I scream.
"What..." I spit out through clenched teeth, after the pain subsides some. Everything is still too bright, so I keep my eyes shut tightly as I try to force my body up.
I lean heavily on the counter, and finally stand on shaking legs. My hands are slippery, and I suspect they're covered in blood. My clothes are soaked in it, I can tell, because they're wet and cling to my skin. I hear something behind me- a voice?
I'm still standing, somehow, when the burning pain surges through me again. This time, I don't scream. I can't even open my mouth. I think I black out for a moment or two, but I don't know for sure.
"Tris..?" Someone calls to me, but my name echos in my ears, and I can't figure out who said it. I open my eyes again, as I try to turn myself around while using the counter as support. It looks like the room is on fire, but I know it's not, despite how molten hot my blood feels.
I hear my name again, and I see two shadowy figures standing in the doorway. It takes a second, but I recognize the first figure as Cara. Behind her, staring wide eyed, is Caleb.
I try to call out to them, but the pain is back, and I can't stand it this time. The floor is slick with blood, my blood, and I slip in it. I throw my hands out in front of me, trying to catch myself, but my forehead knocks against the hard floor.
I thought I could beat death. I thought I was going to make it, one last time. I guess I was wrong.
Dying is strange, for sure.
