the misunderstood

promise

It's the day of the aptitude test.  The test which evidentially helps me to decide which faction I am destined to belong to.

I know I don't belong here in Erudite, my home faction, I know I can't stay. I've tried to fit in, desperately aching to be part of the community I've grown to hate. I'm reminded daily of my differences, by the boy I irrevocably despise. Peter Hayes. Even since the mere age of eight I've been taunted daily, all because of a stupid incident that happened on my eighth birthday.

That day, I had ran into school late leaving me with my unruly hair cascading my shoulders, and flat pumps blessing the soles of my feet. This was not the normal attire of an erudite student, no our hair was supposed to be slicked back elegantly with kitty heels cramping each girls feet. That morning though, I had awoken late leaving me no time to get ready and instead had to race to school as the bus had already departed from my stop. Bursting through the school doors, I sprinted through the halls as our school regarded tardiness as one of the most important aspects of our faction (other than presentation). Turning a corner, I had bashed into a hard small frame with us both falling to the ground with grunts and moans escaping our lips. As I arose I held my hand out to help the soul id knocked over, but instead of taking it he shot up and pushed me over. To this I instantly retorted and swept my leg into the side of his, knocking him over for a second time. "You stupid bitch" he yelled. " you're so going to end up like your brother, just you wait".

The rest is a blur to me. The memory stored at the back of my mind suppressed by the sheer anger I feel towards Peter. These thoughts were suddenly halted by the jolting of the bus, causing a young abnegation girl of my age to fall into me, I caught her arms stabilising her as she muttered a quick "sorry, thank you" before stepping off the bus. As I followed, my eyes scanned the crowd. All these people will be deciding their life tomorrow, deciding what they wish to do for the rest of their lives. This only led me to think about myself, what do I want to do? Who do I wish to be? I'd been debating my options for the past year, if I were to stay i would have my family to always fall back on, if I left I wouldn't, but I would have a new beginning, a new life, a new meaning. I'd debated abnegation and dauntless for the past two months, I admire abnegations simplistic nature, the lack of thoughts that consume their minds but then I don't think that would be enough for me. I wouldn't be able to change my thoughts with just changing factions, that's why dauntless was my next option. I'd be able to manage new ways of coping, or to indeed cope in peace. The tragedy that encased my thoughts was often managed by running, by breaking things, by climbing. It's the only way to keep these thoughts at bay whether it be for 15 minutes or an hour.

Stepping into the waiting room, you could clearly see the selflessness that the abnegation held, with all of them offering or having offered their seats to those within other factions. I stood with my back sprawled across the cold tiles that captivated the room, watching those who were called walk up to their individual rooms. Forty minutes had passed before it became my time to inevitably find out my minds destined fate. I strolled across the room, with the other nine called doing the same. As we all reached the doors I glanced to my left, instantly locking eyes with the abnegation girl from earlier. Both of us tearing our gaze away from one another as the doors opened.

As I walked into the room, I looked straight into the mirror taking in my appearance that I had come to dislike. My hair, perfectly slicked back accentuating my toned face, my lips red and raw from the constant gnawing that I did when I was deep in thought and my eyes that looked dead and lifeless under the bright white light that glared through the room. "Please take a seat" the only other presence in the room spoke, turning to her I noticed that she was an abnegation woman, she looked the part, having kind eyes and smile lines so deep it looked as if she had never stopped smiling. Even now her lips were upturned, an arm patting the medieval looking seat that sat in the middle of the room. I eagerly walked over and sat in the chair, id been waiting for these next few days my entire adolescence, I wanted answers. "Here" she said as she ushered a plastic cup towards my face, I hesitantly took it which she must have noticed "I can't tell you what's in it but it's safe, you're safe" "Thank you" I muttered downing the liquid in one gulp, she then placed a hand on my shoulder pushing me into a laid down state. My vision suddenly had become blurry, my grasp on the cup withering as my senses began to give up on me. My eyes fluttered shut, feeling a wave of almost tiredness fall over me. "Good luck".

A cold shiver comes over me as I open my eyes, instantly I'm hit with a sense of deja vu as I stare into my reflection again. "Choose" i turn around confused "sorry what" "choose" she begins to indicate to something behind me, I turn back around expecting to see my reflection again but no there are two pillars one with a raw piece of steak on it and the other with a large butchers knife. "What am I choosing for?" I question as I spin back around but the woman is gone, instead taking her place is a large malicious dog growling at me. "Okay, okay" I gasp reaching for the knife behind me, unsure of where it is I turn to find its also gone "fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck" I mutter, i begin to weigh up my options: running would be ludicrously stupid, and I can't fight it with my bare hands. Leaving me to quickly crouch down and protect my face and neck, as these are the most sacred parts to protect when it comes to an animal attack. Preparing to be attacked, my breathing starts to pick up, but to my avail I hear the dog start to pant in front of me. I cautiously remove my arms that are protecting my face and am instantly met with a small puppy, that licks my face indicating its friendliness. I begin so stroke the dog "oh you're not so bad are you sweetheart". The moment is ruined by a young boy shouting "puppy", facing the boy I begin to warn him but the dog starts to chase after him "Stop" I yell knowing it'll do no good, my fight of flight surfaces and I chase after the dog, pouncing onto it before it can maul the boy to death.

First chapter doneeee, let me know how you feel about it, and if there's anything you would change/stuff you wish to see in the future.