Tris
Alaska sprints down a brightly lit hall with red lights and alarms blaring over the sounds system. She clutches my right arm, her fingers digging into my wrist.
"Left!" Alaska yells, panting.
I nod and sprint left, screaming and yelling not far behind us.
We head past series of cameras and alarms with red lights until we reach a dark and dingy corridor that leads to a small metal door, almost invisible.
"This way." She says, taking my hand and leading me down the alarm less hall.
I spot no cameras and hope for a minute; a second, that this is it. This is where the pain ends. This is where I will see Tobias, my Tobias once more and be reunited after months of agony and heartbreak.
I swallow hard and follow her down the musty hall, reaching the end door with care.
"Here we go," She says, opening the small hatch.
A small breeze makes its way into my bones, causing me to shiver. I shake violently and look outside; it's night time.
"Ready?" She asks.
I swallow hard and nod. This is it. This is it.
My hear thumps in my chest and I take a step forward. Alaska sticks her hand out, stopping me from going any further.
"Wait," She says, placing her hand on my chest, "I'm sorry."
I look at the ground and nod, fighting back tears that weren't there a second ago.
"I really am," Alaska continues, "For…everything."
I let out a shaky breath.
"Thank you." I say quietly.
"That is why," She continues, "I should go first."
I look at her with wide eyes, "What?" I croak.
"I need to make sure the coast is clear and prove to you that I won't leave you behind, not again." She says it soothingly but stern; and I believe her.
I nod gratefully as she opens the hatch and takes a step forward.
She smiles at me before disappearing into the night and for a second my heart stops. Half dreading the fact that maybe she left me; maybe this is her way of tricking me into her going first; her way of escaping without me.
The other half of me, the Abnegation side, is worried for her. Worried that after all this, she could get shot, killed, tortured.
Adrenalin surges through me and I take a step out.
"Alaska!" I half shout.
"Shhhh!" She hisses, "Over here."
I see her pale hand in the darkness, signalling me towards her.
A weight is lifted off me as I take it.
She is here; she is safe. And so am I.
We are out.
Tears drip slowly out of my eyes and down my cheeks. We are out. We are safe.
We are free.
