My eyes open, and I remember that the teamwork stage will be done again.

I groan.

Then again, why should I be worried about today? I wasn't the one who broke the glass in the simulation in front of everybody.

I was simply someone who knew exactly what Tris was capable of.

"Up!" Jacob's voice summons us all. "In the Pit for breakfast."

I groaned more.

Tris sat up next to me.

Her eyes were bloodshot.

Either from sleep deprivation, or tears, or both. She did cry last night. I took her hand and pulled her into my chest. She was nervous. I could tell.

Everybody got dressed quickly, and headed for the Pit.

When we arrived, Tris grabbed a plate before I could give her one myself. I watched as she filled it with eggs, bacon, and a waffle.

She looked up to make sure I was watching. I grinned at her and brushed my lips against hers.

I could feel her smile as I did.

I filled mine with a muffin, hash browns, and bacon.

She laughed and I cracked a smile.

"Hmm." She started. "This looks familiar, right?"

My smile quickly turned into an eruption of laughter.

Looks from around the Pit came at us. I gave everybody a look that screamed, 'Mind your business'

They're heads turned back slowly.

Tris and I head for a table. "Ready for today?" I say as we walk towards it.

She frowns as I bring up the simulation. "I guess so."

I pecked her on the forehead. "It's okay."

She nodded as we sat at the table and began to eat.

I was in the dark and hot room.

I instantly ran down the hall for Christina.

I knew what to do.

As I ran, I felt beads of sweat roll down the hairs of my neck.

When I reached the next room, I am surprised to see Al and not Christina.

"Al?"

He turns to me, a confused expression on his face.

Suddenly, he moves to the side, exposing a dead Tris.

I clench my jaw, and look away.

I quickly sniffed to keep the tears from falling.

Wait.

My first fear should have been of my father, yelling harsh words.

Tris should have came next.

And Christina should have been in this room, not Al.

I was confused. Very.

I pushed my thoughts down as I ran down the hall, Al following after me.

As we ran down the hall, a soft buzzing started. I ignored it, and ran faster.

It got louder.

And somehow, it progressed from only a buzzing to a siren. A screeching.

I clutched my ears and continued to run.

If possible, it got even louder.

To a point where I couldn't talk to Al, even if I yelled. To a point where I couldn't hear my own footsteps.

And suddenly, with a loud burst, it stopped.

And I could hear nothing.

I instantly stopped, causing Al to run into me.

I slapped my hand against my thigh.

I felt it, but did not hear it.

I slapped again. Nothing.

I kicked the hallway wall.

It bounced back, pain shooting through my foot.

"Oww."

I was sure I said it, but I couldn't hear it.

I yelled. "Oww!"

And I still hear nothing.

My heart speeds up, and I don't want to run again. I want to know why I can't hear anything.

Al taps me on my shoulder. I turn around, to see him mouthing something.

It then struck me that he wasn't mouthing.

He was speaking.

And I could not hear him.

I pointed to my ear, and as soon as I did, something hot and thick trickled down my ear.

I didn't have to look to know that it was blood.

His eyes went big. He understood.

He ran, signaling me to follow him. I did, trying to keep my heart from crawling out of my chest.

In the next room, we saw nobody.

Then my father appeared.

He said something, but just like everything else, I couldn't hear.

His lips moved viciously, saying words I could only think of.

I stepped into the room, squinting my eyes.

"Shut up." I say.

I don't hear it, so I repeat it.

"Shut up!"

This time, I yell.

"Shut up!" I can't tell if I said it aloud, because he is still there. "You coward."

And he is gone.

Al and I run into the next hallway, my eyes stinging.

When we reach the next room, we see Drew, clutching his throat. When he sees us, he signals us into the dark room, his face looking twisted under the dim red light.

He pointed to his throat, tears streaming down his face.

He couldn't speak.

As Al realizes this, his hand goes over his mouth. Suddenly, a mob of spiders steadily grows on the floor. I shriek, not hearing a thing, but feeling a slight vibration in my throat. I wildly step on the spiders, Al and Drew helping.

This time, they don't go away as easily.

They keep coming, faster then I can step on them.

It was pointless, stepping on them.

They rose, just like my heart rate.

I see Al with a can of something, spraying wildly. As he does, the spider's legs curls, as they fall on their backs.

Bug spray.

I sigh. I can't hear it, but I know that I've done it.

Drew and Al run down the hall before I can, so I end up falling far behind.

When we get closer to the next room, I see Tris.

I ran in front of Drew and Al.

I enter the room. Or try too. I hit something hard.

The next room was blocked off by glass.

And before I knew it, the room that she was in quickly begin to fill with water.

I squinted. Shouldn't we be in there with her?

I pressed my face against the glass.

Was she real? Or apart of the simulation? Either way, real or not, I knew what I had to do. Save her somehow.

I bang on the glass.

Okay, oww.

Pain shoots through my hand, and I gasp. It hurt. Bad.

Al and Drew arrive, and run into the glass wall.

I laugh loudly, still clutching my arm.

I am sure Al takes advantage of me not being to hear anything, and swears at me.

Ehh, I would too.

I push on the glass with my other hand.

Nothing happens.

The water rises, reaching her feet.

She looks up at me, and I press both hands onto the wall. For a second we stare at each other.

Then, by the way that her mouth moves and the glass fogs, I know that she is yelling.