Choosing Day. To me it feels like the one day I choose my destiny. The events of this day seem too important to take place in just twenty-four hours. I will have to decide which faction to belong to for the rest of my life. As I get changed into my plain grey shirt and Abnegation trousers, my brain goes over the possibilities. The Aptitude test is meant to give you an idea of which faction to choose. In the test, I got Abnegation. Abnegation is my home, and I love it. But with Marcus, my dad, here it is sometimes hard to feel that love. Every time I imagine choosing Abnegation and living a quiet life here, the feeling of his fists hiting my body makes the possibility of staying here seem impossible.
I walk downstairs and see Marcus waiting for me infront of the only mirror in our house, holding some clippers. The sight of him after last night's beating makes my back hunch over and my head dip towards the ground. I sit on the chair infront of Marcus and we silently say our good-mornings. He switches on the clippers and the buzz fills our silence. My skin prickles where his fingers touch my head as marcus guides the clippers over my hair. I do not relish his touch. Marcus folds the tops of my ears down when the clippers near them, and I hate him for doing it. Hate the fact that his fists collide with my body mercilessly, but never with my face where people will see and figure out who Marcus really is. Not the good willed Abnegation leader, but a cruel, evil man who hit his wife and now his child. As a wave of anger flushes through me, I feel strong, and know that I can be. If I'm going to leave Abnegation, it will not be because of Marcus.
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