Chapter 7

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*Tris Pov*

Oh. My. God. Tobias is dead. The love of my life. Gone. And it's all my fault. No. It's not. The person behind him. It was. It was. His father. His own father. Killed him. He. Killed. Him. I try to. Gather my thoughts. To tell someone. But I can barely keep. My eyes open. Then I drift off. Into sleep. Land

*Tobias pov*

I wake up in the hospital. A heavy feeling in my neck, a sticky sensation is there when I touch it. Probably gauze or something. The pain is unbearable to be awake. And I feel needles in me.

Probably doing stitches.

Yes, stitches.

On my neck.

I think one thought before they drug me under again.

I might be in serious pain, but I am not dead.

AN// sorry for the very short chapter. I have a writers block. But I'll try and write more tomorrow. Comment some ideas please.

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