I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left [the gun] upstairs.

Then Drew shuffles into the dining hall. I drop my toast, and my mouth drifts open. Calling him “bruised” would be an understatement. His face is swollen and purple. He has a split lip and a cut running through his eyebrow. He keeps his eyes down on the way to his table, not even lifting them to look at me. I glance across the room at Four. He wears the satisfied smile I wish I had on.

If I don't survive," I say, "tell Tobias I didn't want to leave him.

I laugh, and it's laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart.

I don't believe it is more important to move forward than to know the truth.

I am a naturally curious person. -Tris

My name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.