Hello peoples! Sorry this is so late. I left you on a cliff hanger for a few days now, I hope your all still there and haven't lost hope. I have been sick, and busy and sick, and having nightmares like Four! Except I got eaten by a shark in my nightmare! And I have had crazy writers block. This chapter was a challenge, but I promised myself I had to get it up today, its Halloween here and it seemed fitting to bring back the dead – rionsremy
'Tris' I moan her name inconsolably.
She just lays there bleeding on the floor. Dead. I killed her.
I crawl over to her body and put my hands on her face, she is still warm. She was real. She was alive!
She was alive
There is a commotion outside my door. They must have heard the gunshot!
I take my gun and head to the door of my apartment trying to push the image of a dead Tris from my mind.
I look through the peep hole and see people in the hallway talking with the doorman. And I can hear the muffled voices.
'it sounded like a gunshot!' someone say's. My chest tightens.
'you fool it sounded like champagne popping!' says another
I see the doorman raise his hands and hush the people. 'It's alright everyone it was just lightning from the storm. It hit our building and blew the fuse box. That's why we haven't got any power.'
When did a storm roll over?
'When will the power come back on? Someone yells
'Most likely tomorrow when I get someone out here to look at it' the door man says over the crowd of people 'In the meantime take some candles for yourself and your neighbours who are not here. Help the elderly ones as well'
I step away from the door and take deep breath.
No body heard the gun shot, they couldn't hear it over the lightning. Lucky strike. It's not quite dark yet and I can still see in my apartment in the afternoon light.
Tris, what am I going to do with your body.
I rub my eyes and try not to cry and make my way back to the bedroom and open the door. What I see makes my head spin.
Tris is there sitting up with one hand on the floor and a bloodied bullet in her other. She looks up at me dazed.
'Tobias?' she says tiredly.
In a second I'm at her side holding her head in my hands and looking at her face and her bullet wound, there is still blood. I pick her up bridal style and take her into the bathroom and place her sitting on the vanity and leaning against the mirror.
'Tris you're going to be all right okay!' she nods at me and her head lolls lazily to one side. I pull out the first aid kit and start cleaning up her wound.
As I'm cleaning her up I hurriedly kiss her lips. To be honest I have no Idea how to dress a wound like this, I have never had to, usually when you get shot between the eyes you don't need first aid, you need a morgue. 'Tris' I say but I don't know what else to say. She looks at me and smiles. She looks better already. I continue with her wound, wiping the excess blood away. The hole in her head is huge, and she still clutches the bullet in her hand.
'how on earth did you get that out' I ask. I also want to ask 'how the hell are you still alive?!' And then I want to ask even more than that, 'how are you alive period!?' And 'How the hell did you get here?'
'It fell out' she says looking at the bullet.
I look at her like she might have brain damage. I continue to clean up her head wound and notice that it's starting to disappear. Slowly it closes itself up like its healing rapidly. I watch in amazement as it shuts and then scabs and then goes red and blotchy, until it is perfectly smoothes over like brand-new skin. I continue staring at the patch of perfect skin that I don't even hear her say my name. It's not until her hands are on my waist that I wake out of my daze. 'Tobias?' she says cautiously. She still has blood all over her face and I busy myself cleaning it off. I can't talk.
'Tobias' she says again grasping my wrists gently and pulling them down into her lap.
'I have to clean the blood of the floor before it stains' I say turning to go but she holds on tightly now and won't let me go. I turn back to her, but I can't look at her, I look at my shoes.
'I know that this must be difficult for you, but you need to relax' she sooths gently.
I look at her. I can't cry in front of her. 'I don't understand' I say holding it together.
'Of course you don't.' She smiles 'me being alive is so unnatural to you'
I look at her. I have seen her every day in my mind for the last three years. Never could I believe that I could hold her warm body again.
'Right now, you need to take a deep breath and comprehend this moment' she says worriedly. Why is she worried about me for, I'm not the one that got shot.
'I'm sorry' I say and then I can't be strong anymore. My eyes become traitors and release a fountain of tears that have welling up since I fired my gun.
'What ever for Tobias?' she says holding me to her.
I cry into her chest, no I sob hysterically. All the years and the memories pouring out like I opened Pandora's Box.
'I shouldn't have left you, I should have stayed!' she "shhh's" me stroking my hair and kissing my head.
'And, I shot you. I saw it was you and pulled the trigger! I killed you!' I cry harder now. Seriously dude man up!
I can feel her laughing, and when I look up she is smiling. 'Is that what you're sorry for?'
'Among other things, yes!' I sniffle.
She laughs again. Her laugh is musical. I forgot how amazing it sounded.
'I don't blame you for any of that you know. And even just now, you did the rational thing. You were afraid that's all' she holds my face in her gentle soft hands.
'Tris' I breathe. 'How are you alive?'
She smiles a small smile at me and gently kisses my lips. 'I can I answer all your questions, but right now just hold me'
I looked panicked and she notices and says quickly 'I promise I won't go anywhere, I'm here now and tomorrow I can explain everything to you. Just hold me tonight' and she slides off the vanity and nestles into my arms
'I'm never letting you out of my sight again you know' I say holding her tightly.
'I wouldn't have it any other way' she smiles into my chest.
And you thought I had killed her : P dw she is back and staying. This was such a hard chapter to write. I wrote it three times and I'm still not happy with it. But I want to know, how would you react if you saw the resurrected love of your life again? I wouldn't even be able to talk, I would just want to cuddle until i knew for sure that they were back for good.
