I heard a shrill screech. I woke up, all senses alert. Tobias was still asleep, there was no time to wake him. Hastily I jumped out of bed and ran out the door, grabbing my coat and wrapping it around me. I ran down the hall, my bare feet echoing loudly. I didn't feel any pain, I was probably too focused on what was going on. The screams happened again, I ran faster then I was going, my legs burning with adrenalin. I ran into the room, standing by the chasm, a little far off. I stayed there for a bit, drowsiness tempting to pull me asleep. I bent over, slapping my face to wake myself up. My senses were dulling, someone pushed me. I was flung over the chasm, I looked up to see the face of Tara. Giving me a menacingly cold grin. I was flung into darkness, I could see the bottom approaching. "Tris..." I heard. I started sobbing, it was the voice of Al. It was the last thing he said before he died, echoing around the chasm forever, along with everyone else. Some we're louder then others. "I can't do it! I can't do it!" Someone pleaded. My heart stopped. It was Christina. Her voice echoing around. Screams and screeches were surrounding me. I screamed along with them. I hurtled towards the bottom, reaching out and greeting death like an old friend.
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Fourtris fanfiction
FanfictionTris has woken up in a strange room, surrounded by all her friends and beloved. However one thing confuses her; she is not dead. Tobias, notably relieved at her conscious state, gives her the update on everything and how she is still in this world...
