(Tracey’s POV)
I think I’ve gone through the "five steps" about a million times now. But nothing’s working. Not that I’m actually able to concentrate on anything but the fact that I’m out on this beam with nothing under me and could plunge to my god d*mn death any second now.
On top of that, the wind kept clawing at me, trying to push me over, and I was trying desperately not to let it. Too terrified to even open my eyes, nevertheless move.
And the wind seemed to know it, too. I could hear it. Laughing at me. Mocking me, and my fear. Delighting in the power it had over me. Laughing maniacally at how pathetic I am.
Is this really how I die?
No, I refuse to believe that. God wouldn’t be that cruel. But then I thought about Tris and wondered if she had these thoughts while Roger walke
