Chapter 12 Chapter 12 : 87 E55 vouchers While speaking , Kayla took another two steps forward , pressing her own chest against the tip of the scissors . Tristian panicked and stumbled back , barely keeping hold of the scissors . His grip slipped , and the scissors nearly clattered to the floor . Kayla gave a mocking chuckle , then calmly reached out and grabbed his trembling hand . " What's the matter , Tris ? Didn't you say you wouldn't let me get away ? Were you just talking big ? Too scared to even hold the scissors now ? " She leaned in slightly , her smile twisting . " This is what you meant ? " Before Tristian could react , Kayka guided his hand forward - just enough for the blades to pierce into the flesh beneath her collarbone . The scissors sank in with a sickening resistance , and blood immediately blossomed through her shirt , soaking the fabric . Tristian's face went pale in an instant . Panic clawed its way up his throat , and he tried to jerk his hand away , but Kayla held him fast . Her grip was unshakable , like iron shackles . His wide eyes met hers , and what he saw there chilled him to the bone . She wore a bright but wry smile . " Kayla , w - what the hell are you doing ? " he stammered , his voice cracking with fear . Kayla's smile was innocent and even cheerful . She looked like a stunning flower , yet under the petals hid the most deadly thorns . Kayla smiled , " I'm helping you , Tris . You said you wouldn't let me get away , right ? So I figured , why not make it easier for you ? " Before he could stop her , she grabbed his hand and shoved the scissors in a little deeper , inch by inch . Kayla's smile never faltered . Instead , she widened her smile as blood trickled freely down her body . It seemed as if they were just playing , and the cut never existed . " See , Tris ? I'm really kind , right ? " Kayla said with a beam . Tristian tore his hand away and stumbled back like he'd been burned . He didn't stop until his back was against the sofa behind him . His legs buckled , and he slid down into a heap , his eyes wild with disbelief . He shouted , " You're insane . You're completely insane ." His thoughts spiraled in panic . ' She really stabbed herself . With no hesitation . No fear . Who the hell does that ? Who bleeds like that and still keeps smiling ? She doesn't even feel pain anymore . She's a full - blown lunatic . But Kayla didn't react to his shouting . She simply let out a scoff . She knew the pain was real , and it stung like hell . But compared to what she'd endured in her last life- betrayal , humiliation , utter ruin , and so on - this was just a piece of cake . Kayla slowly pulled the scissors from her shoulder with a gasp . The smile faded from her lips , replaced by a 9:10 Tue , Oct 14 Chapter 12 chilling stillness . Her gaze turned sharp , predator - like . F : 87 55 vouchers She said in a low voice , " You're right . I'm crazy . If you're smart , stay the hell out of my way . Otherwise ... " The scissors clicked open and shut in her hand with a rhythm , each motion catching the light . The silver glint danced across the walls like a warning . She added , " Next time , Tris , I won't be going for your hair ." As she spoke , she let her eyes trail downward , right down to his crotch . A playful and meaningful scoff showed on her face . Tristian's breath caught . Instinctively , he clamped his legs together , his hands reflexively guarding himself . His face turned even paler than before . Kayla , looking satisfied , gave him one last look . Then , she turned and walked away , blood still dripping from her shoulder . Each step up the stairs echoed in the house like a ticking clock , slow and steady . Every footfall hit like a drumbeat on Tristian's shredded nerves . And all he could do was sit there , trembling , staring after her , too terrified to move . ***** Back in her room , Kayla casually tossed her backpack onto the desk . She pulled out the first - aid kit and began tending to her wound . Her face was blank , her hands steady , like pain had long since become irrelevant . Once she was done , she climbed into bed and slowly curled up , her body folding in on itself like a wounded kitten trying to stay warm in a cold , empty world .