Shared Pain

Chapter Thirteen - Closer To The Edge

Tris
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I was practicing in the Training Centre, hitting the punching bag as many times and as hard as I could.

Crows. How was I scared of crows? I mean they weren't that bad. They were birds, simple black and savaging birds.

I leaned my forehead against the bag and stood there for a moment. There was no reason to rush, I had three hours before I needed to be outside the simulation room.

"You aren't needing to be in here."

I zipped around and standing by the door was Eric. Oh the joy I feel when I see him, it's truly very overwhelming.

"Just because I don't need to doesn't mean I can't." I said.

He rolled his eyes and came closer to me, standing too close for comfort.

"Simulation has been rescheduled for earlier, go get a shower and head over." His whispered, his garbage breath making me gag.

"Alright, I'll be over in thirty minutes tops."

He backed away and I let out a breath that I wasn't aware I was holding. He slowly made his way across the room and left, vanishing into the darkness of the hallways.

"He's disgusting." I mumble.

"I agree."

I jump and turn around only to see Four standing in the other doorway.

"Can I be alone at all?" I asked.

Four furrowed his eyebrows and sharpened his eyes at me.

"Don't talk to me like that, just came for the same reason he did. Why are you in here?"

I rolled my eyes, "Am I not allowed to try and improve?"

"When you're not yet a Dauntless member no, no you're not. You can't be in here without supervision."

I picked up my towel and headed for the door Eric had left out of, not answering Four. Eric probably only left because he saw that Four was here to deal with me.

"Tris, make sure you are outside the simulation room in twenty minutes sharp." He said, before also leaving.
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I made my way to the showers, grabbing a towel off the rack outside the bathroom.

It was only my third shower sense being here, and personally I think I was probably cleaner when I got in the shower than when I got out, judging by how dirty it was.

I finished up and towel dried my hair, noticing I forgot to grab clean clothes.

I peeked out of the bathroom door and saw no one in the dorm. I ran to my bed, grabbing a pair of Christina's jeans and a black sweat shirt that I think belonged to Al.

"Well, well, well."

I turned around to see that Peter was standing with Drew, leaning on the dorm door frame.

"What are you doing Stiff? Showing a little more skin than appropriate I see?" Peter chuckled.

I turned on my heal to head back to the bathroom, but Peter grabbed hold of the top of my towel that was snugly wrapped around my body.

"Woah wait, Stiff." He whispered, "I won't bite."

I felt his gross morning breath touch my skin and I lost it, swinging around and landing a clear punch to his right eye.

I ran towards the bathroom door, retreating to a room with a lock before he could retaliate and get me back. Something tells me I wouldn't win this time, considering I was restricted by a towel.