I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!

TRIS POV

I look around see nothing but black, but suddenly I see a figure coming out of the darkness. I look closely and see Four, he smirks then suddenly a dozen of Fours' circle around me. They get closer and closer, I drop to the floor and cower back in fear but I feel a pair of hands grab my shoulders. I thrash around under its grip but the grip is too firm. I hang my head low too scared to look up. Two of Four's fingers hooks around the bottom of chin making me look up at him. He grins sadistically and starts to whisper insults in my ear "SL**, WH**E, SKINNY B**CH, ATTENTION WH**E" etc. He stops with the insults but suddenly pushes my sleeves of my long sleeved pajamas' up showing my scars, some fresh some old. His eyes turn even colder than before, if that's possible. He turns to look at me, then back at scars and digs his nails in my scars.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH", I scream out so loud that it bounces of the walls of darkness. He pushes me down and shoves a cloth in my mouth to muffle my screams. 'No one can hear me I'm trapped', I think to myself. Tears move down my face like raindrops on a car window. He slaps me repeatedly and punches me and suddenly I'm swept into darkness.

I bolt straight from bed, sweat covering my forehead I still feel pain on my wrist where he dug his nails in my scars. I get up and look myself in the mirror I still feel the sting where he punched and slapped me. I look at the clock see it's only 6:21 I still have 9 more minutes until I have to go hell… uhhhh I mean school. I go to the bathroom and take a shower. When I'm done with my shower I pass the bathroom mirror. I start to list off the all the flaws on me.

I get out of the bathroom and where my black half sleeved top, and ripped dark blue jeans and my long black leather gloves with the fingers cut out, just to cover my scars. I lost my appetite for breakfast after that horrifying nightmare. I get out of my bedroom and leave the house my parents don't even acknowledge me they care about Caleb. I drive to school in peaceful silence. I wait a minute in my beat up old Honda civic car which is black that I got for my 17th birthday. I step outside my car and hang my head low and let the insults be thrown at me.

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