Hey Night Owls! I know that I have been a really shitty updater by I'm trying. I probably shouldn't be telling everyone this but you guys are amazing and so supportive and I have been an asshole with updating that I feel that you deserve to know. So a member of my family was recently diagnosed with cancer so things have been a little chaotic at home. Love you guys and sorry if this chapter is horrible.
Amara
Four came and woke us up this morning. I'm just wandering around while my friends are eating breakfast. Marcus didn't feed me much so just eating the past two days was more than enough to eat. When I find my way to the training room my friends are already there. Then I see the guns.
I start to breathe heavily.
My palms are sweating.
My heart is racing.
Gunshots...screaming...blood...crying...my parents...Marcus.
I sink down in the corner of the room with silent tears streaming down my face. Nobody seems to notice except Four and Six. Six starts to walk over, but Four says something to her. She nods and looks back at the other initiates while Four walks over to me.
" Amara, it's going to be ok," he said, " You're just learning to shoot the target. Nobody is going to hurt you or anyone you love again. I promise."
" Ok," I said. Then I realize that he said my real name.
" How-" I start to ask.
" Meet me in apartment B25 after dinner tonight," he tells me.
I nod and he carefully hands me a gun. I slowly stood up. When I got to my spot and started shooting I hit the bullseye every time. All I did was imagine that the bullseye was Marcus. When we finish I start to wonder what Four would want to talk to me about. And how did he know my name?
Sorry for it being short. I wish to update more and I promise I will try. Have a happy holidays!
- Wise Girl