Divergent; 13

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Amelia's Pov

My mother once said "there's an art to losing yourself". But I haven't figured it out yet. I'm suppose to never think of myself, to always help others. To never look too long in the mirror.

"Amelia" my mothers sweet voice spoke softly into my ear. I spun around and saw her beautiful face with a bright smile. She waves her hands instructing me to come to her. I obey and began making my way over to where she stood in the hallway. As I got closer it only looked like she got further. I began to quicken my pace, trying to catch up with her but, with every step that I took she got further and further away from me.

"Mom!" I scream, she was beginning to fade her features getting harder to see. I was now running at full speed tears streaming down my face. "Mom!" I cried out again, and than it stopped. She was gone, and I was alone in the darkness.

I shot up in my bed gasping for air and clutching the first thing that comes in contact with my hand. My palms and body were sweaty and my face was teared stained red. My breathing slowed down as I realized it was only a nightmare, I've been having the same nightmares since my mother passed away when I was young. I thought that maybe eventually as I got older they would go away but they never did, they stuck with me like a nasty bug and didn't leave. Shaking the thought from my mind I was reminded about how important this day was, today was the aptitude test where we would find out what faction to pick at the choosing ceremony. I've been waiting for this day for 7 years, when my mother passed away my father became very abusive towards Caleb and I, there was nothing we could do about it until the day we could finally leave him behind. The only thing was, I didn't want to leave them behind. The truth is, I need them. I'm terrified to leave but there's no need to worry about that now I'm sure my results will come out abnegation. I got up out of bed and changed into my clothing. Grey dress with a beige cloth overtop and my black boots. I twisted my hair up into a tight bun just like my mother used to do.

"Amelia, come over here so I can cut your hair" I made my way to the chair that sat in the middle of the room. I took a seat and watched my mother as she brushed my long locks out and then cut the ends of my hair off. After she finished she would twist my hair so easily into a perfect bun and pin it up. Suddenly from the corner of my eyes I see that my mother drops the scissors. I reach out and grab them without cutting myself and hand them back to her. "You've always been my lucky little 13" she smiles down at me I mentally smile at that memory. I miss her so much.

I  head downstairs to eat breakfast with my father and brother. "Are you nervous?" My father asks us. I stare at my empty bowl considering answering his question. "No. Were you? For your test?" My brother beats me to it. "Mmm-mm. No. I was terrified" he says "but I didn't have any reason to be and neither do you two" After we ate I went back into the room that my mother used to cut my hair in and open the mirror that's attached to the wall and stare at myself. My eyes, the hazelnut brown they were. My small nose and my plumped lips. I look at my hair pulled back tight. I then slide the mirror closed and lock it. Today I take the test. I'm scared it will tell me I'm not Abnegation. That I have to leave my family. But I'm even more scared that it will tell me to stay. For my brother Caleb, it's easy.

"Let me help you with that" Caleb says to an elderly woman carrying heavy bags.

He's a natural.

"Amelia, do you wanna get the other bags?" Caleb asks me snapping me out of my gaze.

"Sorry" I say walking over and helping the woman with the rest of her bags and then we continue on to the initiation test.

"What if she'd been blind or an amputee? Would you have helped her then?" Caleb asks me.