Ro's POV -
My eyes slowly open and I turn over. I seem to forget that I'm on the top bunk and almost roll completely off the bed. I grab the small rail by the head of the bed before it's too late and I pray that I didn't wake anyone else up.
I swing down and see that no one else is even really moving. It's kind of creepy to just see a whole room of people sleeping.
I grab the athletic leggings with a tight workout shirt and my sneakers. I head towards the showers and I wish I had a watch. I know what time it is, 4:45. I wake up this early everyday but I still like to know the time to plan things out in my head. It makes me feel a little better to have a slight plan.
There is a bench across from the shower heads and I put my stuff down there. There's also towels ready for when I get out thank god. I didn't even think about those.
I hop in the shower and hot water hits my back. I slightly relax for the first time coming here and let my hair soak up the water. I start to wash up when I remember the tattoo and I have no idea if I should be getting this wet. I can't wait to see it. The bandage is soaked so I just try to keep it out of the water.
I keep washing and my thoughts keep drifting towards my old life. Jonah's voice floats around in my head and all I want to do is run. Run. I hope they make us run today. I feel super confident in my fighting and strength skills but I'm not sure about my shooting skills. I've read about it but I've never actually held or shot a gun. I've gotten into multiple fights, I've thrown many knives into trees, I've done many workouts in the Amity woods but I've never shot a gun. Hopefully I'll pick it up fast, I don't see me not doing well thank gosh.
How you think about yourself and your situation has a huge impact on how you actually perform. I'm kind of glad I went through the bad crap before and it made me push myself to get here. It gives me a mind set to push. I'm going to get the gun thing down and I'm going to be the first initiate to do it.
I finally finish up and grab one of the towels lying around. I make my way towards the mirror and I can still see bruises all over my chest and this time I can see my torso too. I have one big nasty yellow bruise on my stomach. Great.
I walk back to my clothes and quickly change. I'm still not too sure what time it is and I know we'd be getting up early so I grab my shirt first. It's a higher cut shirt but short sleeve. They've already seen the bruise on my arm so who cares at this point. I pull on the athletic leggings and by the time I get my sneakers on I hear rustling in the bunks.
I get back to my bed and see some people starting to come back from dream land. I also see that it's not pitch black out anymore in the halls. I change course and go to walk out when I'm stopped.
"And where do you think your going?" I think his name is Four? Asks. He looks surprised that I'm up and I just respond with an "early riser"
I turn around to walk back to my friends, I'm assuming he's gonna try and wake everyone up now anyway.
BANG, BANG, BANG!
I don't flitch at the sudden noise. It doesn't scare me the way it's supposed to. I'm brought back to Jonah and I whip around with my fist in the air. It almost makes contact with Four's face but he catches it at the last second. "What the hell!" Is all he gets out before another figure walks up to the opening with my fist in his hand.
"Well, well, Well, what do we have here? It looks like she doesn't like you either Four" Eric smirks. I just look up surprised at what I did. Four let's go of my hand and I just walk away. Am I not getting in trouble for that?
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FanfictionAn abused Amity, Rosey Blake, flees to Dauntless to save herself and to be the person she has always wanted and known herself to be. She meets one mean leader and their worlds collide. What happens after they learn the truths of their pasts? • • • •...