Chapter 19 - Goodbye

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Chapter 19 - Goodbye

— Tris

I cannot snap out of it.

The scene just plays over and over again in my mind.

Who are these people?
Where are they now?
What did I do to make them so angry?

I feel the back of my head bleed each time I'm thrown against the wall. My headache worsens each time the memory restarts, and each time it plays, it moves slower and slower.

The people chase me forever, I'm held in this man's arms for what feels like a year before I'm thrown against the cement.

"Tris," I hear in the distance as I run.

The memory restarts.

"Tris, come back to me," the whisper gets more audible.

I'm thrown against the wall again.

"You're okay, it's just me," the voice is loud now.

I scream, my eyes flying open.

I frantically look around.

No cement walls.

No mass of people chasing me.

No man to throw me into the wall.

My eyes meet this man and I jump back in fear.

"It's me, Tris. It's Amar, don't worry," the man says calmingly, tears staining his face.

"It was real," I mumble in disbelief.

"Where did you go?" Amar looks at me, I now recognize his face and the familiar sense of Tobias and my bedroom.

"Oh my god," is all I can say.

My chest is heaving, it hurts to breathe. I fall back on the bed, and everything is a blur.

"Breathe, Tris. Four is coming back, you're back, you're safe, I'll skin anyone who threats you, I swear." Amar says defensively but I barely hear him through my panic attack.

"I was there," I say.

"At the building?"

I nod.

"What happened?"

"I—" I start but struggle to breathe.

"Can I get you some water?" I hear Amar stand up.

"Don't leave me!" I screech in a tone I don't recognize.

He takes my hand in his.

"I would never."

I hear a door open and close and I unintentionally jump, gripping Amar's hand.

"Hey, Amar. Is there any you'll be around tomorrow that you— what happened?" Tobias stops what he's saying and rushes over to me, making me flinch.

These are the two men that took me out of that prison.

I can trust them.

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