The Abnegation. It was such a dull and boring word, a word you'd see in a rulebook and immediately know it meant something stupid. It was a noun's word, a word that meant to renounce or reject something, or in a different way of saying it meant to deny oneself. Abnegation's faction rejected vanity to remain selfless, wore gray baggy clothes that looked dull or completely wrecked to not bring attention to oneself. They gave up their own things, their own belongings for those who needed it more. Abnegation helped those in need, but they wouldn't exactly protect someone if needed to as defending themselves was a selfish act, not a selfless one.
They weren't supposed to care, even if they were covered in mud and dirt, even if they were thrown to the floor and kicked at, they weren't supposed to care. They weren't allowed to care.
Kristian despised that idea.
Kristian had always been made fun of for having different views, made fun of for thinking differently. The kids her age thought of her as weird, weird that she wasn't curious about such things such as knowing what they looked like, or curious on finding new ways to help people. She didn't like to catch looks of herself in her watch frame or the puddles in the ground.
Kristian just didn't care. She gave up trying to care after having the rules and views shoved down her throat by her father. There was no reason to care about something she had no interest in, right?
"You're spacing out again, Krissy," Kristian's mother, Natalie, muttered.
Kristian gulped and steadied her head, she'd spaced out again, so she mumbled, "sorry..."
Her mother shook her head, "are you nervous?"
"Very," the sixteen-year old whispered, her eyes drifting down to her chewed up nails that were digging into her knees.
She needed to stop her biting habit.
Natalie's fingers were smooth in Kristian's hair, but pulling her left hand away she reached for her daughter's chin, gently tugging at her to make her look at her, saying, "don't worry. I was nervous too."
Yeah, but you knew what you wanted and probably weren't terrified, Kristian thought to herself.
Kristian shifted on the stool to face her mother, her mother's own green eyes stared into her own for a quick second. The girl loved her mother's smile, she always thought the woman would be a good Amity because of such a simple thing.
Natalie placed the scissors down after slicing another few locks of hair off of her daughter. She gently moved some strands on her face out of the way, murmuring, "when did you cut yourself?"
Kristian was silent for a moment, before murmuring, "I ran into a locker."
No, I got shoved into one again.
"Ran into a locker?"
"Mhm."
Her mother stared for a moment at the girl's cheek, Kristian's voice shouted at her in her head as she did. She'd make an awful Candor, she always lied, lying was what kept her sane. If she told her father the truth she'd have lost her mind years ago.
The last time Kristian told the truth had been in a theoretical conversation with her mother and father eight years ago. Theoretical turned into literal, literal turned into Kristian questioning all that they knew. Before the girl could shout about how stupid it was she went stiff as her father backhanded her without thinking. Faction before blood, was what he reminded her, told her to follow it and never question it. Kristian stood there in shock, she'd never been hit by her parents until then. She wondered if that even was an Abnegation thing to do. She looked up at her father with fear before running away to her room.
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Fanfiction❝ Faction before blood. What utter bullshit. ❞ - Kristian Prior was different, and not different in the cliché good kind of way. She was constantly reminded of the fate set for her, that she didn't fit in, that she'd be Factionless. She had accepted...
