The lights are turned on, bright light floods the room. "Alright everybody get up!" four shouts to us. "Be dressed in five minutes" he leaves without further explanation. I get up and put on a pair of black shorts that end at my thumb and a black V-neck t-shirt with some black converse. Then I head out side with everyone else and four comes back. "We will be playing man-hunt" he says then explains the rules to us. I'm hiding now so I find a deserted hall and hide in the shadows. I hear someone coming down the hall and I crouch into the corner. They walk past me and then come back around, I see that its peter. That scum bag. He walks past and I let my breath out, maybe a little too loud because he back tracks and sees me. He grins evilly and calls over drew. I'm about to stand up so they could take me to the "jail "but instead peter kicks me, hard in my ribs. I try to block him but 3 of my ribs are defiantly broken. Drew kicks my head and I black out, I didn't even cry.
I wake up in a white room. And someone is next to me I can't make them out. I try to shift to sit up but it feels as if someone shot me. "Take it slow" the person says. I realize it was four. I grit my teeth and sit up quickly ignoring the pain in my side and head. "I don't even want to know what happened" I say and scoff at the thought of what might have happened. I put my hand on my head and feel weird bumps. Four must understand my confusion "you had to get five stiches where your foreheads' skin spit open". I sigh and get ignoring the dizziness. I start to walk out but four stops me. "Here are some pain meds you have to take every hour" he says and I look down at them. "Thanks" I say and walk to the dining hall and then sit with Chris. She looks at me like she already knows what happened. "I have one question for you Tris" she asks. "Okay shoot". I reply. "Is it true that you didn't cry?" I think about it for a second "I don't think so" I say and Eric looks up. They all look at me with unbelieving faces. "What" I ask confused. "Tris you have four broken ribs and a mild concussion" will says. "Okay" I say like it's no big deal. I shrug my shoulders and eat my breakfast ignoring the smirks I knew peter and drew were giving me.