I just hated that moment. Hated it with all my being. I knew that would happen, and I knew they wouldn't believe a word I said after that. "And now they're going to laugh." I mentally sighed. It was hopeless. "Three, two, one…"
"You expect us to believe that?" I knew it. Hat Boy laughed like it was the world's biggest joke. "You, you call yourself Kelli Bell? At least she was cute!" Whatever. So what I looked different! Three years out in the forest could do that to a person. But of course, he didn't know.
"Cut it out, Hat Boy, before I cut you out myself," I growled.
"Awww! You expect me to feel sorry for you, don't you? Poor, fake Kelli and her dead mother. You just don't have anyone to take care of you, because that's what you need, isn't it?" The evil grin on his face was poisonous. How dare he insult me! I did not need anyone to take care of me! And my mother… But my anger easily overpowered the memories, and I shot up from my laying down position.
"You…" I threw myself at Hat Boy, razor sharp nails ready to attack. But the other trainers grabbed my arms, holding me back. "Let me go!" I screamed, trying to get away. I pulled myself forward; bending over from the effort (I didn't expect them to stand a chance against me!), when a sharp pain exploded…everywhere. It was so much worse than anything I had ever felt before. I fell on my back and tried not to scream anymore, but it was hard. That was when I looked down at the front of my torn and faded green dress for the first time, which was quickly turning into more hole than dress. I noticed a giant, new hole with bright red edges, the kind that could make a person run away at the first sight of it. Looking at the red underneath, I could tell that someone had tried to soak up all the blood. It burned at the lightest touch. "Why didn't that kill me? Why did you save me?" There were so many "whys". "What happened after…this?" I quietly asked the group, which was significantly calmer. "Tell me." I realized that I was unable to speak above a whisper. Losing all that blood was finally catching up to me. It was harder to move as well, so I just stayed there, open to attack in the middle of the tent. But at the same time, I didn't want everyone to think I was weak. "Oh well," I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down as I half-listened to the story. Or did they even tell it? I was pretty sure I heard a "We'll tell her in the morning" whispered from not too far away. I was too tired after everything that had happened in the past couple of hours. Besides, it seemed to be late at night, anyway, and I just didn't want to think about it. Not yet at least. I eventually fell asleep to three voices slowly getting softer and fading into the darkness around me.