5 Factions Hell Chapter 1
The first couple of chapters will be about time at 5 Factions Hell. Update at bottom.
~***TRIS POV***~
5 Factions Hell. Also called Juvenile Detention. I've been stuck here for 10 months and due to get sometime soon. But it hasn't been that bad, it's actually been kind of fun, what with running this place with my best friend Lynn.
We call it 5 Factions Hell because as soon as you get there you're sorted into a group, or faction. Each faction has loyalties and values and personalities. Abnegation, the selfless. Amity, the kind. Candor, the honest. Erudite, the smart. And Dauntless, the brave. You have to stay in your faction for 2 weeks to understand the concept of the factions, then you have to take a test that shows what faction you have aptitude for. Then you can choose any faction you want, but the system and the workers suggest you go to your aptitude result. The woman that graded my test said I was dangerous to the system because I couldn't be categorized. I got results for Abnegation, my original faction, Erudite and Dauntless. I hated being in Abnegation because no one ever helped me when I needed it, so why should I help them? I couldn't go to Erudite because I hated those know-it all snobby kids. So I chose Dauntless.
~***FLASHBACK***~
Max, the worker who helped the Dauntless, led me down a hallway painted black. Black was the faction colors of Dauntless. He walked up to a door with caution tape in an x crossed over it with a black, red and silver crown in the center. Max knocked and a minute later a girl with a shaved head, with hair starting to grow back, and in a black tank top with red and black skinny jeans and black converse.
"What is it Max? I was throwing pencils at a target."
"Lynn, this is your new roommate."
"What?! I've never had a roommate! Why do I have to have her?" She glares at me like it's my fault. I know because it's the look my father always gives me.
"Lynn, everywhere else is filled up. There aren't any vacancies except here. Don't worry, its only temporary until any vacancies open up. I'll leave you two to meet." Max walked away before Lynn could say anything else.
"Come on, I'll tell you the rules and show you the room. I, we, have the only room with a bathroom connected. You can have the other bed." I looked around. It was twice the size my old room I shared with a girl named Susan. I saw a door that I assumed led into the bathroom.
"What's your name?" She asked me.
"Bea... Uhm..." I faltered remembering my promise to myself to not let people know who I am. I don't need their pity.
"Is that a hard one? Or do you just not want anyone to know who you? You can trust me, I may not like you at the moment, in fact I hate you for barging in on my space, but it wasn't your idea." She looked at me as if she knew what it was like to not want anyone to know who you are.
"Well, no one here except the workers know who I am and I haven't really talked to anyone here."
"Okay, so I assume you just got here, 2 weeks ago?" I nod. "And you haven't talked to anyone, you sit by yourself and don't know how things work here?" I nod again." Well, as you know we have the factions, but we also have a hierarchy of sorts. It's like the levels of a kingdom. The workers, or jailers as my friends call them, don't believe in it, but they leave it alone since it keeps us from killing each other out of respect for one another. The peasants are the factionless, people who don't fit in any one faction. Then the commoners, the normal, not very important faction members like yourself. Then the Royal Party. Each faction has 3 important people to head the factions. We have a Duke and Duchess for each faction, then that faction can choose to have to have either a prince or princess. These are the 3 important officials. The Royal Party is completely made up of the teenagers who reside here. Lastly we have a queen and king that presides over every faction. Currently I am Queen Lynn, of Dauntless. So we have no Duchess as I filled in that spot instead. The king is Andre of Erudite. A faction cannot have both the king and queen. So we have Prince Eric of Dauntless and James, the Duke of Dauntless. Do you understand?"
"I think so. So the hierarchy is like a Royal family?" She nodded. "Since I am queen I am not only a leader of Dauntless, but the most important figure in the entire system. How about this. I tell you why I'm in here, and you do the same?"
"You promise to not tell anyone?"
"Yep. So I sort of kind of had a mental breakdown because of the drugs I had been smoking. I attack a fellow student." she must have seen my perplexed face so she explained. "That alone I could have got off with a warning, but I have a history of shoplifting and vandalism, so I landed 10 months in here. How about you?"
Well, I don't know to put this lightly so I'll just say it straight forward. My father has been beating me and mentally abusing me since I was about 6 or 7 years old. He didn't start... Uhm... sexually abusing me until I was 13. My father had a best friend, he also beat his son. So when he wasn't getting as much, satisfaction from it, my father... invited him over to... share me. He has been physically and sexually abusing me since I was 15. So when one of my Father's friends stumbled into my room drunk, I panicked. I beat him up and unloaded all my anger and depression into it. I'm afraid to turn my father and his best friend in, for fear of him hurting my mother or brother, whom I took extra beatings to keep my father away from." I said all this so fast I didn't know if Lynn even heard. But the look on her said she did. That look of a mix of pity and like I was a kicked puppy. I hated that look. "Don't look at me like that. I don't need your pity. I've come to terms with my life and the number of times I thought of suicide as an option, then stopped since my father would direct his attention to my mother and brother instead."
"That sounds familiar. Can you tell me your name? I swear I won't tell."
I took a deep breath, "Beatrice Prior."
"Well Beatrice..."
"Don't call me that. I'm not that coward anymore." I gave her a withering look.
"Well we need to find a name for you, something not even close to sounding like Beatrice. I'll think of it for now. Uhm... do you mind telling me what he all did to you? I mean you don't have to, but it would be nice for a change to hear someone else's real problems, not the exaggerations of others."
Well, he would lock me in a closet and starved me just enough that I was always hungry but it didn't show to others. He would make me hang from the window sill on the 2nd floor. He once did it in a storm and I fell and broke my wrist. He sometimes held underwater till I went unconscious. His favorite abuse was to whip me with a belt." I turned around and took my shirt off, showing the long scars running down my back from under my sports bra.
"Beatrice, sorry, but how could you call yourself a coward?! You endured through all that without taking the easy way out, but instead stayed to protect your mother and brother. How long is your sentence?" I told her 10 months.
"Okay so I've been here 3 months, so I'll leave 3 months before you. And while I normally hate shopping, all Dauntless have access to The Pit, a type of strip mall just for Dauntless. We all get monthly points, like our version of money, to spend there. Now you have a months' worth in your account in advance, but you still get an extra pay in 2 weeks. I've been saving up, because I hate shopping, but I'm willing to give you some. We are going to give you a full Dauntless makeover. Get rid of all remnants of the Stiff version of you. Come on."
We spent the day going to each store, starting with clothes. We got me 4 new black shirts, 3 black jeans, 2 black and red skirts, 2 pairs of black and grey leggings, 2 black and red dresses and a new black leather jacket. We went to a store called Forever Dauntless, where we got a pair of black and silver heels, 2 sneakers and a pair of black combat boots.
We went to a hair salon and got black, electric blue and dark purple streaks in my blonde hair. Lynn talked me into piercing my ears and eyebrow.
The last shop we went to was a Black building with a sign saying 'Tori's Tats'. I looked at Lynn questioningly.
"I trust Tori completely. I say we get you a tattoo to cover those sad and ugly scars. Don't worry, she won't say anything to anyone about it." I followed her into the shop and towards a woman with long black hair and a couple tattoos. "Hey Tori, I need to ask a favor. My friend here needs a tattoo that will cover her entire back. And can you do it in a private room, please?"
"Of course. Follow me." we went to the back room and I looked warily at Lynn, who nodded reassuringly. I reluctantly pulled off my shirt and turned around so Tori could see. I heard an intake of breath followed by, "What's your name?"
"Beatrice... Beatrice Prior. But no one here knows except Lynn and no one knows about my scars. And before you ask, yes they were made from being whipped by a belt from my father."
She just told me to sit down and talked to me about what I wanted. I said I wanted something that symbolizes me leaving behind the old Beatrice, the coward, into the new me.
"I think I have just the thing." She pulled out a page of a sketch pad and showed it to me. It was of a Phoenix rising from the ashes of its predecessor. It had the faction symbols in the ashes, with the Dauntless Manifesto in script in the flames.
"It's perfect!" I laid down and she started on the outline. By the time we were done the shop was well past closing time. "Thank you. It's beautiful."
Lynn and I walked back to the room talking about the people at 5 Factions Hell and other random topics. I realized Lynn could very well be the first person who accepted my past and saw the real me, not the pathetic little girl from a bad home.
~***END OF CHAPTER***~
~***A.N.***~
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