The Leaders will be the Death of Me

*Chapter Six* "Where Am I?"

"Alright listen up! We're learning combat and we will spend a whole week on it! By the end of the week you will have fought six initiates. After that we move on to stage two." Everyone glances around happily at one another. I look at my feet refusing to look at Peter, or Four.
"Everyone go take a punching bag." Four states.
I come out of my daydream when all of the initiates shuffle over to a punching bag and begin punching.
"Are we going to have to carry you over to the punching bag and force you to punch it too?! Move, now initiate!" I glare at Eric and glance around the room looking for a punching bag. My eyes fall on the last one. My gaze switched to the boy beside the punching bag. My eyes fall, and I freeze. Eric pushes me forward and I wince. I cautiously walk over to Peter. I reach the punching bag.
"Look over here initiates! I'm going to show you how to correctly stand and punch your opponent, on the punching bag." I shift my body so I can look at Four. While I'm doing so I see Peter in the corner of my eye swing his leg in my direction, and my reaction time is to late. I'm swept underneath my feet. I grunt as I fall on the cool, concrete floor. I glare up at Peter with icy eyes.
"What the heck, Peter?!" I yelled as I got to my feet.
"Sorry sometimes my feet spaz out, and I can't control them, just like you can't control sleeping with everyone in the faction, oh wait you can control that, but you choose not to." Peter yelled back at me with a glare. I lunge at his neck catching him off guard and Peter hits his head off the floor with a sickening "crack". I begin punching him multiple times in the face until cold hands yank me off of him and throw me backwards. I quickly get to my feet and look at what I did to Peter and I smirk at him. I notice the other initiates horrified looks, including Four's. I glare at all of them, and all but Four back off. I meet Eric's angered eyes, and I stare right through him, and turn to exit the training room. I swing open the door angrily and storm out of the training room. I hear footsteps chasing behind me, and I ignore them.
"Make me run more, I dare you, initiate." Eric's cold voice fills my ears. I stop walking and stand still facing forward. My body flies towards the wall causing me to hit my head. Four comes sprinting around the corner and the last thing I see are Four's concerned eyes, then everything goes black.
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I wake up and my eyes meet with big, concerned eyes. I stare at her in confusion. "Where am I" I whisper.
"What do you mean?"
"About what?"
"Do you remember why you're here?"
"Should I?"
"Eric, Four, Peter? Anything ring a bell."
"Who are they?"
"It's worse than I thought..." A woman with piercings all over her face, and tattoos covering her whole body enters the room. She studies me.
"How does she not remember me?"
"Well, her memories are all gone... You grew up together right?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, she has a major concussion, and major memory loss."
"Memory loss?" I whisper fear coursing through me. "What's going to happen to me?"
"Well you'll just have to make new memories, just Dauntless ones."
"So she won't know anything from her past, ever? Amity, nothing?"
"A few partial memories may come, but its very unlikely. I'm very sorry... You may go whenever you like. I suggest you don't let people overwhelm her. She could have a nervous breakdown."
"Okay. Thank you." The woman leaves the room and I look up at the girl who is grasping my hand tightly. She squeezes.
"Well I guess I'll start by introducing myself. My name is Malia. I've known you my whole life. We've been best friends since we were five but we recently had a fight."
"About what?" I said, void of any emotion.
"Me transferring here..." She whispered, sadness filling her voice. "You didn't think I belonged here, and you were scared I was going to become factionless, so we fought about it." I just stared at her. "Are you processing this?"
"Are you still mad at me?"
"We both were still not talking when this all happened..."
"Well, if your as important as your making it seem, and you really did mean that much to me at one point, I can't lose you, I'm sorry."
She stared at me for a few moments. "Me too..." She whispered. "I'm so sorry this happened to you..."
"It's not your fault... Now, tell me about me?"
"Sure." She laughed. "Your name is Ashlynn. You transferred from Amity, our original faction. You changed your name to just Ash." You have a mom, and a little sister. Her name is Kyla. When you transferred here, you met Eric, a cruel Dauntless leader, Four, our instructor for initiation, Chris, a Candor transfer that we both befriended, Peter your ex-boyfriend, and Camden the sweet Erudite boy." I see Malia's eyes glint with affection as she says Camden's name. I smirk at her. "What?"
"The way you looked at me when you said Camden's name, you like him." I stated, matter-of-factly. Her cheeks grow warm and bright red, and my smirk grows even wider.
I looked down and started to play with my hands. "How did this even happen?" I whisper. She sat down and squeezed my hand.
"It's a long story, are you sure your ready to hear it?" Malia stared at me and I put on a convincing face, and I nodded fast, but not to fast that she'd think I was lying. I didn't believe that I was, but she didn't need to know that. She sighed and I look up at her.
"Well lets start from the beginning, yeah?" I nodded. She told me how I jumped first, how I had fallen for Peter, and how it had ended fast. When she was finished explaining why Peter and I had broken up, or what she knew, my cheeks were puffy and tears were cascading down my face.
"But... how d-did this h-happen?"
"Peter tripped you, and he said that you slept with the entire faction, and you knocked him out cold, and you fled the room. Eric chased you out, and demanded you to stop, you did, and when he caught up to you, he slammed you against the wall and you hit the wall hard, and you already had a minor concussion from falling and hitting your head." My eyes flashed with a variety of emotion, anger, sadness, and amusement, but most of it was anger. For some reason I felt other reasons for being angry at Eric. Why? I don't know. I can't recall why. I looked up at Malia's worried eyes and I squeezed her hand. A tear rolled down her cheek, and I reached my hand up and quickly wiped the tear away.
"Hey, I'm going to be okay." And I was, once I knew how I was going to be okay. I will get my revenge, on Peter, but mostly Eric, and by the time I was done with them, they will be wishing that Eric had pushed me hard enough to kill me.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter but next one will be longer, I promise, things are about to get GOOD. Ash is out for blood😂😂. What do you guys think? Will Ash's memory come back? Or no? What do u want to happen? Comment, I read all of them! Votes are appreciated, Ily u guys💋😘!