Cold Hearted

Chapter One: The Scars

     (The picture above is what I imagine Malory to look like)

"Please, stop!" I scream over and over again. The needle gets closer. I let out a bloody scream as a large syringe of clear liquid enters my body, the liquid makes my eyes, nose, mouth, and ears burn, and I, again, scream, sobbing, and then lay my head down in defeat. Jeanine walks towards me. "I'm so sorry dear, it will all be over soon." She grimaces and says this in the most evil tone possible. I look up to see one of Dauntless' most ruthless leaders, looking at me. Eric.

     The way he gazes into my eyes, it's almost as if he's sorry for me. I look at him dead in the eyes. "Please, help me." He shakes his head and looks down at the floor. Jeanine leaves the room. Routine. Every day this happens. But this guy is new. He unshackles me, and I fell. He reaches down to unchain my legs, but whispers in my ear, "Tomorrow at the Choosing Ceremony, choose Dauntless, she won't be able to hurt you there." I look up at him, and nod my head. I have been planning my escape since this began. 7 years ago, my mother and father volunteered me to Jeannine's "rise" to power.

*******Time skip*******

    I limp home, as I do every day.  As I walk in the door, my mom and dad stand there smiling, being polite. Something's wrong. I give them a weird look, and my dad reaches to grab my coat, I flinch, and end up falling on the floor. "Get up." My dad growls. I get up and grab a hold of the couch for balance. "What were your results?" We had the  Aptitude Test today. "I can't tell you my results." I say under a hushed tone, knowing my father won't take no for an answer. "What? Did you just say you can't tell me?" I look at him in the eyes. My heart speeds up. I nod my head, and then it starts. He takes me by the hair and drags me across the table. He takes of his belt and whips me on the back several times, until my back is painted with several lashes dripping with blood. "What we're your results." He says grabbing me by the throat and slamming my back against the wall.

   "Erudite!" I try to yell, but find it hard as the grip he has on my throat blocks off my air way.  I was lying, earlier today, before Jeannine's torture, my results were inconclusive, I had Erudite, Candor, and Dauntless. I was Divergent. I didn't want to tell them because they would use it to their advantage, to get better living conditions, and "volunteer" me for more of Jeannine's testing.

   "I swear, you better choose Erudite tomorrow, or so help me God! I will hunt you down, and slit your throat!" He lets go and I drop to the floor, sobbing and gasping for air. As I lay there, I look at my arms. They have puncture marks and slits from previous experiments and abuse. The scars. The scars that motivate me to escape.