Prologue

Hey guys welcome to my newest story. I know, the Prologue probably sucks and is short, but the chapters will be much much better! I promise.

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I never really expected my life to come here. I never really expected to be moving in with my Aunt. I never really expected to watch my world come crashing down on me in the blink of an eye.

I didn't expect any of this, but then again, who does?

I try not to replay the scenario in my head, because what good would that do? Sure, tragedy strikes, and my parents split up. But then, things go from bad to worse.

My father had been waiting for us in the car. He knew exactly what the Erudite leader, Jeanine Matthews was capable of because they used to be friends. My father was a former Erudite as well, except Jeanine took a special liking toward him; something I may add I probably will never understand.

Isn't it amazing on how one second life is one thing, and then another minute it's the next? Like here I am, the girl Beatrice Natalie Prior, daughter of Andrew and Natalie, younger sister to Caleb Prior. I'm the girl who thinks about being brave, and shooting guns, and doing random stupid stunts like something the Dauntless would do, but yet I'm growing up still in an Abnegation household.

I think about other things too, like have everlasting friendships and family, people who would do anything, be anything to see you happy.

In a moment, everything changed. And in that moment, everything also went black.

My father steered the car, and the only person who screamed was my mother. I was looking down at the floor of the car, my eyes dazing off into somewhere else. My brother was nodding his head, reading a book. My mother turned around to say something to them, but that's when the light flashed.

Everything I had ever known was gone.

I don't remember much. I woke up and I was lying in a hospital bed, blinding lights and machines beeping around me. Something was injecting a needle pumping medicine into my arm. I wasn't in any pain, but I couldn't remember how I had gotten there.

I looked to my left and saw my Aunt Tori sitting there with her boyfriend, Bud. Tori has a hawk tattoo on the back of her neck, and a flower extending from the tip of her shoulder down to her wrist. On her other arm, a bandage that looked like a tattoo with slight blotches of ink seeping through it was visible.

"Tori," I croak, but my voice sounds like someone had been strangling me. She hands me the water with a straw beside my bed. My body is shaking and quivering as I try desperately to drink the liquid. I manage to sit up, despite the burning pain from my hip and my stomach.

"What happened?" I say. Tori looks to Bud cautiously and he nods.

"You got into a car accident, Tris." Tori has called me Tris since as long as I can remember. I don't know why, but it seems calming when she says it.

"Where are mom and dad?" I ask, "And Caleb? Are they alright?"

That was when everything fell apart. I didn't need them to tell me what happened, by the look in Tori's eyes. Bud reached over to grab my hand, and I tremble while tears pour uncontrollably from my eyes.

I'll save you the dark and depressing details of losing my mother, father, and my brother. The car that was turning the corner was Michael Pedrad's. He slid in the snow and when we tried to turn, the car spun around and collided. Tori said that the witnesses from the truck, Zeke and Uriah, his sons and his wife, Hana, managed to get out of the truck before they collided. Michael knew he was losing control, and told his family to jump out the car. Hana pulled her sons from the car and jumped.

Michael collided with our car, killing my father on impact. My mother died shortly after, leaving my brother and I orphans and in a state of a coma. Caleb struggled for six hours to breathe. He finally began to breathe on his own, and the doctors thought he was going to live. Caleb lived for another fifteen minutes, before he took his final breath. The doctor tried to revive him, but nothing worked.

I was the only surviving Prior in the family, and they weren't even sure If I was going to make it either.

But I lived.

"Tris, we've got some more bad news, but we don't want to give it to you yet." Tori is latched on to Bud's shoulder, crying softly. I don't understand.

"Tell me," I say, and Tori continues to try.

"Tell me now!" I say roughly, slamming my hand on the table.

"Tris, you've got Leukemia. The doctors discovered it when they were running tests on you. They said you couldn't have had it long, and it would of gone undetected, but it's spread everywhere, your liver, your lungs your hips and everywhere. You lit up like a Christmas tree."

The word hits me like a knife. The word that ultimately means my doom. I never wanted this to happen. I never asked for any of this. I never asked to lose my family, and then find out that I would stop responding to treatment.

The statement took a lot of pondering for me. For six weeks through recovery and therapy, and god knows how many needles, injections, painkillers, and steps it took me to get out of that hospital, I managed to do it. I survived. The whole time though, the only reason I ever did anything was because I knew my parents would have wanted me to. It wouldn't have surprised me either. It was no surprise my body stopped responding to treatments about three weeks into recovery, classifying me as terminal.

"Bud, can I move to New Orleans with you guys?" I have no other family, and no other means of support. My body isn't responding to treatment, and there is nothing keeping me in Chicago anymore.

Bud nods his head, and for once, Tori removes her head from his shoulder, and smiles. "Tris, we were just thinking the same thing." Looks like my life has been set for me now.

It took me a little while to adjust to the fact I was never going to respond to treatment. I wanted to keep trying, but deep down inside, I knew I was about as hopeless as someone doused in gasoline and burned to death. I consider myself like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode.

Tori and Bud insist I'm not a burden, but I disagree. They're putting their usual lives on hold just to take care of me, and for me to only live for a short amount of time with them anyways. It's a kind gesture, really, but I don't see the point in it. Still, I knew this is what my mother would have wanted me to do. My whole family is probably waiting for me someday.

"So Tris," Tori finishes loading the boxes into the truck of her car. I take one last look back at the house that held me for years. I can still see my brother and I playing on the front steps.

"Yeah, I am." I nod my head.

I never expected to move to New Orleans. It hadn't been six weeks after I had recovered from the accident. On the airplane, I created a bucket list of things I wanted to accomplish before I died.

One – I wanted to marry in the same way my parents did. A typical Abnegation ceremony, in the house, and the signing of the papers, but only I would walk down the aisle, and seal my fate with a kiss.

Two – I wanted to be in two places at once, which is something that is clearly impossible, considering I am as slow as a snail.

Three – I wanted to get a tattoo, and I knew exactly what I wanted too.

Four – I wanted to buy a new car, like a sports car. Something that would make me forget all of life's worries.

Five – I wanted to go travel the country with a group of friends, and spend a lot of time with the people who cared about me most.

Six – I wanted to write my own book about my life, something for my family and friends to treasure when I'm gone.

If I can do those six things in my life before I die, I could go in peace. I don't want to leave a scar on those who I love most, but then again, every life is a walk to remember, isn't it?