The Honest

Long Road Ahead

Cheers from dauntless excavated through the room as a small bandaid acting as a painkiller of sorts was placed onto the knives cut, two candor adults stared at their son as dauntless pulled him from the room; not forcefully though deliberate. The shouting continued abruptly filling the room which no sincere gesture as the white blazed boy was pulled from the room with the five urns. his ears were numbed with a unforgettable beating pain prevalent in the cut on his hand, if he found pain by a small cut how could he possibly survive in dauntless; that was a word that his mind scoured over- Survival. Once the haze of abrupt noises deduced from his mind railroad tracks came into view and soon he saw dauntless were climbing to the tracks. 

can he do this? he wasn't candor anymore, he was dauntless - he could do this. 

His pastel fingers reached the metal bars which shook from the footsteps from the dauntless, his brown eyes was blinded by the sun's rays whilst he looked up to see how high the bars were; though he sucked his  lip and began to climb-his elegant white blazer flowing in the wind. He breathed slowly as he lifted his nimble body onto the railroad, he felt proud of himself for the first time in forever though knew there was more to come; just hearing dauntless yells caused his heart to beat faster, the train blurred loudly causing a array of sickness. Footsteps traced upon the platform as running began to be picked up to a higher rate, inevitably he followed running down the railroad as the train passed him, his heart beated faster as his forehead throbbed as he saw dauntless jumping; he tried to replicate the movements by the dauntless which caused him to stumble though soon enough he pulled himself onto a moving train, though he swung slamming his face into the metallic surface causing bleeding nose. He moved his hand through his blond hair causing a streak of crimson blood,  a small sigh escaped his pale lips as another initiate said with a growling behaviour "great job Jerk" to which matthew turned around featured with a congregation of a frown though he knew the word jerk  wasn't surfaced toward him though instead at his faction, candor gained the nickname of jerk from other factions in society. Matthew otherwise gave a slow simple nod before playing with his fingers sliding down the metal wall; he closed his eyes allowing a small tear of relief fall down his cheeks-for the first time in a while he felt happy. 

The happiness lasted a long time as he avoid contact and views from the other initiates as he just sat on the corner of the train breathing slowly as the train speeded down the rails; matthew held his knees whilst playing with the white fabric to at least calm him down-and it worked. Happiness was short lived as dauntless full fledged members called for the initiates to get ready, he looked over he ledge the train to see another building and soon the erudite personality came alive as his heart beated coming underneath the knowledge that he had to jump. 

Matthew traced his white with black silver lined shoes upon the metal allowing a perpetual of footsteps to echo across the carriage, his body was flung to the rock and pebbles causing a shriek of agony; after all who could judge he wasnt just dauntless he was candor and erudite along with it. Picking himself up crimson blood from his grazed knee dripped down his leg as he limped toward the group of people; whom he was simply greeted with unimpressed glares though he knew that he had to quickly regain the idea of bravery. He stared at the floor as the conversation blurred; though one word moments later appeared through the blurred barrier, a burly voice asked 

"who wants to go first?" The voice asked, though he was unsure of what had to be accomplished he knew this was his chance to fit in like he never had before, so he simply opened his mouth and he spoke bravely and honestly - 

                                                                                       "me"