The wind is cold, and my hair whips my face. Every pain is sharp, and nothing feels numb. I hear his words, but I can't bring myself to process them. 'You're such a pretty girl, aren't you?' I say yes when he wants it, no when he doesn't. I am practised at tuning out the world. But somehow, I feel his touches freezing my skin like my father's never did. My eyes stream, but only from the wind. I know there is no part of me that can accept this. I know I will never forget this.

In a way, the events make me stronger, more determined to get through the initiation. If I fail, I will show him how I have been affected by him. How his touches weakened me, and I can't let that happen, or this will happen all again – with some other girl. Some other victim. It's ironic really, I came to Dauntless to get away with this, and all I faced is it repeated, except with a different guy. Maybe the world is just like that. Maybe the world is full of these types of people – the bystanders and the bullies.

I can't help thinking I'm one of those bullies.

I don't want to feel it when it happens. But I do. I can feel it as he makes his mark on me. He can't take away what he really wants to take away, though – my father got to that before he did. I hear the shouts, their far away, and it steels me. How stupid I was – if I had friends – people who cared, where are they now? Where is my brother – the boy who is meant to protect me? Where is everybody? The answer saddens me, and for a moment the prospect of being factionless appeals, because all my friends, all my allies are too caught up in a stupid Dauntless game to help their friend. I am suddenly started back to earth when I notice that Eric has stopped touching me. Then I hear footsteps, and shouts. Eric quickly shoots up, and I can't help by scream out, it hurts so much. He sprints off, leaving me shivering, naked in the middle of a deserted patch of woodland.

The shouts do not belong to my friends, instead to Tris, Christiana and Will. Their laughter stops when they notice me - the shaking girl, exposed, her tears streaming down her face. Will's intake of breath, Christiana's shell shocked faced and the way Tris is shaking her head doesn't matter. None of it matters, it's all over now- and nothing they can do can heal the wounds on my heart, the open wounds.

Christiana is the first one to move, she rushes towards me, 'Who did this to you? Lena? Lena!' Her voice is worried, but I don't respond, I shake my head and stare blankly at her. No-one can know about this – or I know that I'll be dead meat. I know if anyone finds out Eric will kill them, but if I tell no-one, then maybe he'll leave me alone. 'Four! FOUR!' He comes rushing round the corner, and his face falls as he sees me. 'Shit. Lena. What the hell have you gone and done now!?' Tris looks shocked, and I can't help feel smug, she doesn't know this side of Tobias. The angry side. 'It wasn't here, we found her like this, shivering, and crying, Four! What do we do?' Her voice is breaking, and it makes me angry – why is she crying?

Tobias pulls off his t-shirt and I can't help but notice how defined his muscles are. I guess being the Dauntless star for two years pays off. He pulls my arms up, not asking for permission to touch me. His hands yank the shirt over my head, and I can't help it. I lean into him, I know I shouldn't – he should be my enemy – I shouldn't be sobbing into his chest, but I am. 'I've got this.' His voice is calm, 'Go back on the train – we'll get on the next one.'

Everyone trails off, and I notice Eric walk off into the distance, faking his surprise. 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry Eleanor. I should have been watching you more closely, I should have been there. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.' I pull away, wiping the tears from my eyes, 'Give me time, Tobias. Maybe one day, maybe one day I could...forgive you.' The idea seems foreign, and I know I am not ready. 'Can we just go back now?' He nods, and jumps up – 'If you let me carry you we could catch the next train. It comes in five minutes.' I come so close to saying yes, but I am so far. 'I'd rather run.' My voice is cold, the Lena everyone knows, the manipulative, twisted Lena. And I am glad, I hate the innocent girl I am and I hate how everyone feels sorry for her. I hate how weak she is, I hate how I know she will never survive in somewhere like Dauntless. I need to survive in Dauntless – I have too.

We set off, and I don't care that the t-shirt is flapping in the wind. I just run, I don't care that my feet will be cut from the undergrowth. I don't care. I've got to keep going. The train is steadily approaching, and I know I won't make it in time, unless I sprint it. I push myself, demanding more speed from my body, and, surprisingly, it comes.

Tobias is a little in front of me, and he grabs me arm, pulling me into the train cart. As soon as I am in, I pull my arm away, and I walk to the other side of the doors, letting my hair fly behind me. I have to keep going. If I jump, I show him that I am weak. But I'm not. I know I'm not.

I am strong.

A/N: Bang on 1000 words! So close – draw it out guys! Sorry if this is too short, but honestly, I needed to end it here. I'm sorry guys. Hope you like it. I didn't want anything too much on this story, but I needed enough to imply the meaning. I hope you guys got it – and you don't mind! In this chapter you've had a little sneaky peek at the Eleanor Tobias knew. Can you imagine how much Marcus would have taken advantage of this weakness?

-NovelFlower