Cruel//Eric Divergent

two-what do i do?

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"Quick get up. Now," Says Tori while frantically removing the pads from my head, the moment I open my eyes again in the test room. 

"Why, what happened? Was I that good?" I say in a joking tone, although in actuality I'm somewhat worried about her anxious attitude. 

"Your test results were inconclusive. You got the aptitude of more than one faction. When you first asked why you had to choose between the knife and the cheese, that was Erudite, but you then choose the knife, so Dauntless. Then when you bowed down to the dog, that was Erudite, with the slightest hint of Amity, probably a natural instinct from your upbringing. When the dog went to attack the girl you killed it, meaning Dauntless, but also somewhat Abnegation as you thought of her, not your own safety. On the bus you honestly told the man you had seen the murderer, so Candor. However you yelled back at the man, once again showing Dauntless traits, you also put him in a headlock, again Dauntless. When he said you could save him, you said you would if you could, so Abnegation, again in a small amount. Then you attacked the murderer, and won the combat, killing him, so Dauntless. In total you got Amity once, Candor once, Erudite twice, Abnegation twice and Dauntless five times. Because you got Dauntless the most, that's what I manually entered your result as," says Tori, with me for once, being silent and paying attention. I was in shock.
"No, what? That can't be true, you can only get one faction. What does that mean?!" I ask, perhaps a little too loudly. 
"It means you are Divergent, only a few people are, and it's extremely dangerous. You cannot tell anyone, even people you believe are trustworthy. What is the real difference about you is recieving an aptitude of all five factions, other known Divergents have only gotten two or three."
"So what do I do? What do I do at the Choosing Ceremony?" I ask, worriedly chewing my lower lip, increasing worry growing in me.
"Do what you feel is right for you, however you got Dauntless the most, and Amity and Candor the least, those were probably results from your upbringing and possibly even a somewhat Dauntless reaction in another form. Go home now, say the serum made you sick and I sent you home early," Tori said, pushing me out the door, without so much as a look back. I start walking home, which will take ages, so I'll get back at pretty much the normal time. I finally arrive home, and head straight to my room. I will try to see Alexa and Emerson tomorrow, before the ceremony, because who knows where they will go. I'm still worrying about what to choose tomorrow as I sit down at dinner with my family.

"Honey, how did your test go?" my mom asks me while serving the food.

"The actual test went alright, but the serum made me sick so the lady doing my test sent me home, she said I must be allergic to something in it. But other than that it was great," I say with what I hope is a convincing smile.

"Astra?" my little sister Brea calls my nickname, the only thing I'm ever really called by anyone, with a dimpled smile on her adorable toddler face "Can you please help me pick what to wear tomorrow? Mommy says we have to look nice," she says with a hopeful expression. In that moment I'm struck with such and intense realisation that if I left Amity I would miss Brea so much, she always asks me to play with her and do her hair.I can't just leave her.

"Sure, I'll help you choose an  outfit after dinner, okay?" I tell her and mirror her smile. The rest of the evening is filled with brief, meaningless yet enjoyable conversations until I tell my family goodnight and climb into bed, hoping to fall asleep quickly in order to be well rested tomorrow.

Unfortunately sleep doesn't come easily for me and I spend the next hour or two rolling around fitfully, unable to contain the overwhelming pressure of my shortly upcoming decision. This decision controls the rest of my life, a life that could go so many ways. If I chose to stay here in Amity with my family I would live a safe, warm if not ultimately dull life, but I would get to see my baby sister grow up, I would have the guarantee of a peaceful life. If I decided to leave, I could finally have the freedom and excitement I have so long craved for, the adventure of the unknown, a new beginning, although I would have to leave behind all I've ever known.

I decided I need some fresh air, and did exactly what I'd promised I wouldn't do tonight in order to achieve a good nights sleep, I went on my nightly run. I dressed myself in warm sweatpants and a dark jacket, with the most stable running shoes I own before as quietly as possible letting myself out of the house. My run weaved throughout the city, over rooftops and through desolate streets, until I arrived at my favourite place, my safe place. It was nothing special in all honesty, a normal looking roof of a deserted building, but to me it was a haven. I had found this roof when I was around 12 and had first started my night runs, I had been so terrified that the noise I heard, which I know now was just the wind throwing around a piece of debris, was a person about to turn me into the authorities for being out past curfew. I had terrified myself and decided to spend the following hours crouched in the shadows on that roof until I was sure the completely real, definitely imminent threat was gone. From then on, that place was my getaway, and a mesmerising one at that. You could see over the entire city from there, all the way out to the fence, the lights blurring and the hum of electricity becoming a soothing lullaby.

Tonight, however, reaching my roof did not offer the sense of peace it usually did, for I could see a figure hunched over the railing on the roof, simply staring off into the night. I didn't really want to intrude on what seemed like an evidently private moment, so I turned to leap back over to the roof I came from and find somewhere else for the night, even though it won't be nearly as perfect as my roof, I can manage. However, I must've made some sort of sound and the person was apparently on alert as whilst I began to climb back onto the ledge the figure turned around, no longer a silhouette, but instead a defined shape of a man, a man with multiple tattoos and piercings, along with ocean blue eyes that I had just made eye contact with. Shit.

"Don't be scared, I know sometimes people just need to get away, if you don't let anyone know you saw me here, I won't mention it either," says the man, who I have now noted is extremely attractive and is almost certainly Dauntless. I nod my head at the man, agreeing to his deal, and with one last unsure glance I continue on my way back over the roof and through the city, arriving home in the early hours of the morning, my exhaustion finally allowing me to fall into a dreamless sleep.