Fate

Chapter One: Breaking Free

Hiya, this it the first chapter of a short story. I'm planning on around five chapters, including this one which is like a prolouge, and the last one which will probably be an epilogue. If you're looking for action, this is not the story to read. This is just Tris and Tobias. So for all you fluffy people out there, here you go!

I sit straight up, gasping. I close my eyes and lay back down, frantically trying to not let the tail end of my dream fade away. I sigh in exasperation, knowing that I won't remember any more.

All I can recall is the smell of sweet homemade food, laughter, and the sweat of hard work. Nothing like that has ever existed in my home. I live in a small run down apartment with my father, having been abandoned by my mother more than ten years ago. That wasn't even the beginning of the abuse I have gone through, though, it was seemingly just the beginning of a new level. I have so many scars that my parents have inflicted. Although the ones given to me by my father are visible to the eye, the scars my mother left on my mentality are no less distinguishable.

Thinking of this begins to get the memories of recent punishments spinning through my head. Including the whipping I was given last night for not having Marcus' dinner ready by the time he got back from the bar.

I shoot up, leaving my bed unmade, and sprint silently downstairs hoping Marcus hasn't woken up yet. To my surprise, I find Marcus still sound asleep, probably due to the fact that he was more than completely wasted last night. The intensity of my fresh wounds are proof of that.

I head towards the kitchen to begin the tedious effort of making his breakfast when the sound of laughter seems to flit across my mind, taunting me. The flash of sunlight streaming through the dust of some old back road stops me in my tracks.

I look around the musty old kitchen, and realize although this is my house, it will never be a home. I've never had a home. And it's that thought, always that thought, that breaks me. I've never been loved, never even had a place to stay that makes me feel safe. I've never been put before someone else, I've never even known anyone other than my immediate family. I was never allowed to go to school, I was how ever given the option to school myself, through the computer.

It's always at this point where my thoughts begin to turn.

Although I was never given those things, I was given so much more. I was given a reason to fight. I was given something, a puzzle, that I have to work to solve. Yes, I was given so many problems, but I never let them get to me, never let them truly reach me. I still have the heart I was born with, however damaged by the cigarette smoke that I breathed, or the mistreatment I received. Through everything I've had a reason to stay strong, I've had a reason to fight.

I believe I was given an opportunity. I was given the chance to fight, I had to believe and I did. But I've never done it alone; even though I've never entered a church, I know what I can know. I know that God is my light at the end of the tunnel, I know there will be something good that will come out of this mess that is my life. I've fought hard my whole life, hoping that I will be strong enough to win. And with the lingering smell of sweat passing through my mind, I know I do in fact have enough will to win.

I will not let all my faith go to waist: I know that I will win, all I have to do is walk out this door.

And I know if I have the strength to endure all that has been thrown on my shoulders, I can handle pushing open an opportunity to finally be free. I know that I have the strength to push open this door, a door that will lead me into a new life.

After ten minutes of quite shuffling, I gather all of my possessions. Throughout the years I've accumulated some money- what ever Marcus threw into the tray after returning home from the bar. I know this wasn't ever intended for me to have, so I never took more than he would notice. As well as money (which totals to 136 dollars, surprisingly) I have my small nap sack filled a small ration of food, my few clean shirts and pants and my tooth brush. I know it's unnecessary, but I've always had a tendency to keep my teeth clean, no matter what I'm going through.

With all my belongings packed, I head out the door, being careful not to make a sound.

so how was that for a first chapter, I know kinda just getting into things so nothing really happened  but please tell me if you like where this is going, I would really appreciate some feedback to know if I should continue writing. 

until some other time<3

~annades49800