The Hunt

[6] Tattoos And Comfort

^The room they're staying in^

A/N: in this story, eminents mean respected and superior.

"Okay," I started, "I don't want to sound rude but why is everyone being dramatic?" Once the question had left my mouth, they all turned to look at me.

"You seriously don't know?" Adriel sniffed and I shook my head. "The truth is-" she began but was rapidly interrupted by Aiden, "Leave it to her mentor."

"But she needs to know," Jett intervened and Aiden ignored them, standing up and walking toward me.

"Look, we all figured this shit out on our own," he stopped in front of me, "We had to eavesdrop until Brandon talked to us about it. We didn't have a mentor," he said.

I couldn't help but stare into his eyes. His tearful eyes.

"Let it out Chief. You don't have to seem so tough." I patted his shoulder a couple of times then walked past him.

I knocked on the bathroom door and it immediately opened revealing Lauren. Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were tear stained. She was crying.

Guess whatever 'The Hunt' is, must be bad.

She passed me and I bit my lower lip before entering.

Okay, white is really getting on my nerves. I mean, I'm grateful the beds are a little colorful but like, come on.

I stood in front of the mirror, just staring myself in the eyes. It's weird, I know, but it helps me discover emotions I never knew I was feeling.

My eyes practically said one word. Broken.

I didn't know I was broken. And if I actually am, then I don't really know why.

I don't really know anything anymore.

My eyes landed on a small tattoo on my collarbone.