A Dying Light

Eight

(Since I forgot to post on Tues, double chapters today :)

But the heartbeat continues.

She's alive.

I sob and laugh at the same time.

"She's alive!" Christina kisses her forehead, her body shaking from her sobs. "Tris," she whispers. "Don't leave us again," Will take Christina's hand in his, and she sobs into his shoulder. I sit beside Tris, and the rest of the group tell their appreciation towards her. I run my thumb in slow circles across her hand.

I stay after everyone's gone.

"I read your letter," I start. I know she won't remember this. "You made a spelling error. Two 'the's don't work in a sentence," I correct her. My lips curl up, as I stare at her almost lifeless body. "And I love you too." I shake my head. "I love you a lot, Beatrice," I almost sob again. My tear falls to her cheek. "I-" her voice croaks, and she opens her eyes slowly. Her hand squeezes mine, and I laugh. "I know, Tris. You love me too," I state, and she only laughs. She shakes her head. "I was going to say: I am going to kill you for calling me, Beatrice." She smiles proudly. I lean in and kiss her. "Beatrice?" I hear and see Andrew. "Stay away from her!" I shout at him. Tris lays back in the bed. She looks worried and is biting her lip. "What's going on?" He asks, almost innocently. "Beatrice?" I poke his chest. "You're a lying, abusive swine. You don't deserve to be here." I remember my mother's in the room next door. She watched everything. "Can we get a confession from Beatrice Prior?" She locks the doors and Tris freaks. "No, no, no! Don't lock the doors!" She squirms, and I sit next to her. I hold her up to me. "He did! Unlock the doors!" She shouts, and they do. Andrew makes a run for it. I chase him, and so does Mom. We take him down. "Someone call the Police," I announce, and keep Andrew on the floor.