Burying the Scars (A Divergent High Fanfiction)

Can We Mend Ourselves?

"Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved." ~ Hellen Keller

4 Years Later

Tris Pov

I remember when I was happy. Tobias was a huge part of that. One day, we were laughing, having fun, being best friends, then the next, it all disappeared. He was out of my life. Never came back, called, or sent anything that asked if I was okay. For all I know he could be dead. My mom, Caleb and I moved to Chicago because of my step father's job. He works as a lawyer. My first day at the new school starts next week. Apparently, they organize their students into factions, dauntless the brave, abnegation the selfless, erudite the intelligent, candor the truthful, and amity the peaceful. I was categorized into Dauntless.

I'm not going to bother making any friends, and I'm definitely not going to make an effort talking to anyone. Who knows what could happen to my messed up, unvaluable life.

Caleb walks into my room, "Tris, we have to go get stuff for school. And hopefully you'll make friends this time."

I visibly cringe at the thought of making friends. Caleb only really cares about me and he has to leave for his university and two weeks.

As I get ready to go to the store, I look at my thighs and see all the scars from the cuts I left behind. I pull on some skinny jeans, black converse, and a hoodie and get into the car with Caleb. He tries to comfort me because he knows I'm nervous but it doesn't really work.

"C'mon, it can't be that bad starting at a new school. No one knows you, so you could have a fresh start."

"I plan on keeping it that way. No one knowing me. That way I'll just be left alone and not bothered."

Caleb presses his lips in a straight line

"Please tell me you'll at least try to make friends? You know I care about you and I don't want you living like that. Everyone deserves to be happy, and that doesn't exclude you."

Sighing, I reply,

"Thanks for the encouragement but even if I tried, they probably wouldn't even like me anyway."

Finally arriving at the store, Caleb and I get out of the car and walk in. Not wanting to make any human contact, I try to get in and out of the store as fast as possible. While I'm looking through the aisles and aisles of pencils, pens, and notebooks, I see a tall girl with dark brown skin and eyes. Her long slender legs and willowly frame could make you think she was some girl but with her sleek black shoulder-length hair you can tell she is not someone you want to mess with. Her clothing consists of all black, wearing a leather jacket, skinny jeans, and combat boots. Just from seeing what she wears I can already tell I'm intimidated of her. She looks at me with disgust,

"Since when did you live here?"

"I just moved here." My voice comes out soft, and forced.

"Have fun making friends," she chuckles to herself , "or not."

Wow, I knew I wasn't going to make any friends but I didn't think someone would say it to me. It's not like I deserve friends anyway. I especially didn't think I would find someone who hated me within five minutes of being somewhere. Or maybe you did? Maybe, you are just a horrible person who doesn't deserve to be alive. No one would miss you if you died. Your mom wouldn't. Your dad wouldn't. Caleb is the only one who probably cares about you. Tobias didn't want to be with you, he left you. You aren't pretty, smart, brave, selfless, honest, or funny. You are ugly, stupid, a coward, selfish, a liar, and a pessimist. You. Are. A. Freak. I shake my head trying to get rid of all my thoughts not wanting to spiral down the path I was once heading, my rock bottom. The one that I almost hit.

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"Uriah Pedrad."

"Here."

"Ezekiel 'Zeke' Pedrad."

"Here," he says.

"Beatrice Prior."

I raise my hand,

"Tris, please."

"Beatrice? Who names a sixteen year old Beatrice, don't you belong in kindergarten with that name?"

My eyes convert left and see Zeke. He is tall with brown eyes and has short hair. Very muscular, and if I wasn't mistaking he probably plays a sport too. I would say he is handsome but I wouldn't drool over him especially after what he just said.

I shrink in my seat, and try to move on with my first day.

As class moves on, I feel a pair of eyes staring into the back of me. I turn around, and our eyes briefly meet. Dark blue eyes... Where have I seen those before? I quickly turn away, shaking the thought out if my brain.

As the bell rings I bolt out of my seat trying to avoid anything and everything. Right as I am about to step out the door I trip over something hard. My books fly everywhere. Thanks to Christina. Her mouth comes up to my ear.

"Why don't you go move somewhere else? No one likes you here. No one will ever like you, you're a freak!"

Those words hit me hard. I quickly pick up my books and find my way to lunch, not caring that I'm crying. People are already in the cafeteria eating their lunch anyway, so I just stay outside the cafeteria to try to regain my composure. Instead, I just sink to the floor and start crying into my knees. I am already broken and am broken beyond repair. Maybe we can't mend ourselves.

Author's Note 

        Hey guys, it's us! So Tris is having a hard time at her new school, everyone seems to hate her even though they just met her! So, how are you guys liking the story so far? If you don't like it so far you should keep reading because we promise it will get better and Tris will have to face so many more challenges. Comment, recommend, vote, and enjoy! Ciao.