Divergent From Al's POV

The Choices Of A Knife

I took the knife in my hand, and took ridiculously small steps towards the bowls. In my mind, I pictured these bowls as monsters. It felt as if whatever faction I chose, I would still be defeated. Although, being factionless is a choice, however not one I would choose, though. Being factionless means being poor, making a living out of begging on the streets.

I bought the knife closer to my right wrist. I could feel myself losing control as my nerves got the better of me. This resulted in an extremely deep cut into my wrist which led to red blood trickling down my right arm. With a very slow manner, I guided the knife to the bowl that was full of hot coal. This bow represented Dauntless. The blood dripped into the basin.

 Drip. Drip. Drip.