Lost

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Beatrice Prior, July 16th, 8:00, 2015
When we finally pull away from each other, I'm looking into his eyes.
I giggle.
I giggle, even though I know it wasn't a good idea. We'll be parting soon.
Too soon.
Soon, he giggles, too.
I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer.
"Should we go back?" I ask.
"Sure" he says.
I drag my hands down his arms to his hands, and take hold of them.
We start to walk back to the magnificent play and get back in. We settle into our seats, after pushing through an enormous crowd.
I want to tell him I liked it, but I can't seem to open my mouth.
So instead, I slip my hand in his.
And he smiles.
Then the lights dim,
And suddenly, the play is the farthest thing from my mind.
Tobias Eaton, July 16th, 9:24, 2005
We're walking back from the play, taxi honks ringing in my ear.
But we decide to take the long route.
"Thank you" she says quietly.
"Huh?"
"Thank you. For helping me get this far. As far as I know I'd probably be dead"
"Oh. Your Welcome"
Silence.
"Thank you too" I say.
"For what?"
"For making my life better"
She smiles a sad smile.
She wraps her arms around me, hugging me again.
She kisses my cheek.
And whispers in my ear, "I won't forget you, Tobias Eaton"
I wrap my arms around her, "Ditto, Tris"
"Well, well, well, look what we have here" says a voice from behind.
We pull away from each other, and only see darkness.
"Stay there!" I called, "Don't come any closer!"
I don't want to risk something.
Suddenly four faces emerge from the shadows.
And they don't look happy to see us.
"Aren't you that missing girl on the posters?"
Posters?
"No" I can hear her gulp.
"The reward is 3,000" he says, "Wouldn't hurt to try"
"Run!" I tell to her, and we run.
We sprint, away from ten, but they come after us.
Fast.
Almost faster than us.
"Turn right!" I yell to her.
If we make our way to a public place, they can't hurt us.
I look back and see that they're gaining on us.
"Keep-"
Suddenly, I'm knocked to the ground. I try to get up but someone is holding my feet.
"Tobias!!" She screams, slowing down.
"Go!" I yell, "Don't stop!"
I see the tears rolling down her face as she looks forward and turns another corner.
The man holding me hoists me up, making me stand, and I hold back the urge for tears.
The man holding me checks my pockets, and strangely, on his wrist, is a flame.
"Got any money?"
"Of course not. I'm thirteen"'
"Thirteen, eh? You running away, boy?"
"I was running away from you"
"I mean like from home"
"Yeah, so what?"
"How'd you like to be part of our club?"
Beatrice Prior, July 19th, 9:35, 2015
Tears sting in my eyes.
And a name rings in my ears.
Tobias.
Tobias.
Tobias.
He's all alone.
He could be being beaten.
I keep running away. Almost to Times Square. Just this last corner-
And then In Run into a wall.
Not a wall but a man.
A police man.
He recognizes me immediately.
He smiles down at me, "Beatrice" he says.
He takes my wrist and I start to scream, "Please! You have to go back and help him!"
But he's obviously not focused on me.
He's focused on his walkie-talkie and he's calling someone.
"Please! You have to go back and save him"
I try to pry his hand away from my wrist but his grip is too tight.
"No! Please! He'll die!"
But still he doesn't listen.
He pages in, "Code 6753, I found the missing girl!"
"Roger that"
He pulls me into his car, the back seat, where the tears continue to run down my face, and I start to sob.
Tobias is gone.
And I will never see him again.
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When I figure out my family is in California, I'm still crying. No one helped him.
Ever.
Not his father.
Not even the police.
And I couldn't help him.
I should've turned back and ran to help him.
I'm such a coward.
In the helicopter, I look at the plains and roads down.
I crossed all that?
I can hardly believe it.
The policeman ask me questions, but the o my thing I say to them is, "I failed to save him"
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"Beatrice!" My mother yells.
I'm not even exited to see her.
She wraps me in her arms, "We were so worried"
I'm sure.
Mom and Dad give me a hug.
Even Caleb does.
I hug back. But no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to wipe Tobias from my mind.
And now, wherever he is- whatever condition he's in- he's alone.