How Does One Simply Forget (Book 2- On the Edge Series)

Litterally On The Edge

What in the world is happening right now. I am freaking out right now. I just got pulled into a dark deserted room. Well it's not deserted if someone pulled me into it, but still! I don't show any signs of fear but my heart is thumping like drums a 3 year old is playing. I feel his breath on my ear before I hear him.

"Don't scream and you won't get hurt." He whispers into my ear.

I have the audacity to roll my eyes and scoff saying, "That was extremely cliche Peter."

"Shut up, brat." He spits.

"Why exactly are we acting out a scene from a cliche teen movie?"

"Why don't you ask her?"

I turn my head slightly towards Peter my brow crinkled in confusion. "Who?"

"Me."

My head snaps to the intruder. My eyebrows shoot up in shock and the figure standing 3 feet away from me.

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My body is at the Dauntless compound but my mind it miles away. Although the entire senario was cliche, that doesn't make the situation any less grave, just more ironic.

My life is so messed up, everything I have ever believed to be true has been a lie. Nobody in my life is who they say they are. My father pretended to be a baby kissing mayor but was a abusing sociopath. Four who is supposedly a stand up citizen and role model is the biggest coward in the world.

"We are going to be practicing aiming today so follow me to the roof." Four commands.

We all shuffle after him making our way up the stairs. When we get up there he starts to hand out the guns but there are tons of us so I walk over to the edge of the roof and sit, letting my legs dangle off the 6 story building. I lean over to see the street below when I feel a pair of hand push me off the ledge.

I scream and out of reflex manage to twist my body and latch my hands onto the ledge of the building. I whip my head up and see Peter, Molly, and Drew standing over me. I don't pay them any attention because I'm a little more concentrated on not falling. My finger are starting to shake from the awkward grip I have on the wide ledge. I grunt with effort trying to lift myself up over the edge but it proves useless. I feel a extremely painful stab of pain in my hands and look up to see Peter stepping on them and cry out in pain.

That attracts the attention of Four and many other initiates and hear him yell Peter's name. I can tell Peter isn't standing​ on my fingers anymore but I am to consumed with anger and fear to register much. I can feel my arms lift me up and over the ledge and my eyes zero in on Peter and charge at him. My shoulder makes contact with his gut and we both topple to the ground. I lock my knees around his torso and draw my arms back to hit him with all I've got.

I aim for the eye because I know that it will throw him off and will hurt like hell. I know from experience. Besides it will show everyone exactly what Tris Prior can do for a couple days in the form of a black eye. I scream at him in anger as I throw punch after punch aiming exactly where it will hurt the most. Eventually I feel a hand wrap around my arm as a wind back for another punch. I try to pull away but they have an iron hard grip so it proves useless.

"Tris that's enough, that's enough." Four soothes behind me.

I start to process what just happened a shoot off of Peter. I walk past the people watching and stand where all the guns are waiting for Four to give me one. He does so promptly and I walk over to a target. As I start to load the gun I look down had my hand which I start to feel a red hot pain in. What I see barely resembles hand. My nails are in shreds from clawing at the wall. They are completely covered in bruises and blood especially near the knuckles and finger tips where Peter would have stepped. As I try to fit the bullet into the small hole my fingers shake so much the task proves impossible.

After a couple of minutes trying to fit the bullet in I give up and chuck the bullet and the target yelling in frustration. Several heads turn towards me as
I get up and make my way towards the stairs. Right before I get there Four blocks my path.

"Where are you going?" He asks in his scary instructor voice but it doesn't phase me.

"To the nurse." I say glaring up at him but hold my hands out.

When he sees them I see a look of pain flash across is face, but his voice stays the same, "Fine." And nods to the door as he walks back to the rest of the class.

As I make my way down the stairs my whole body starts to shake as it reacts to what exactly happened in the last 4 hours. My knees give way and I crash down to the floor and heavy sobs rake through my body as I lean against the brick wall. I don't hear the approaching footsteps but when strong arms wrap around me and pull me into them I don't struggle I just bury my face into their shoulder and let the tears fall.