A/n: What's up guys? It's your girl Bianca. This will update every Saturday, until it's done. If you wish to check out some of my other works, they are listed in my profile. Alrighty, here we go!

Disclaimer: Divergent isn't mine, sadly.


Chapter one:

Tris POV

My parents know where I will be going today, but they're a little unsure about sending me off to Dauntless. After all, they want to be there in case something happens to me. But I made a convincing enough point for them to allow me to switch between the factions.

The reason that Mom and Dad have their doubts is because I have gastral paresis. In other words, my stomach is paralyzed. I have a pace-maker, which helps the issue, but it's an older one, and rather faulty. I've had it since I was ten, and after six years of constant check-ups, it's finally to the point where it can't do much more. Mom's worried that it'll break before I choose, landing me in the hospital, and Dad's worried that it'll break some time during initiation. I countered Dad's argument by saying that the pace maker just helps, it doesn't resolve. I was on enough medication to drug up fifty people, or at least, that's how it seemed to me at the time I made the counterclaim.

Mom puts down her scissors, smiling at me, and pulling my hair back into a knot on the back of my head. I thank her, and I head into the bathroom to take my medicine, and pack it into a medical bag. It's a brown bag, which corresponded to none of the faction colors. It goes on just like a backpack, but if I lost this bag, I'd probably die. The medicine inside is another thing that keeps me alive, and helps keep the pain at bay.

Also, there's a doctor's note from one of the Erudite doctors explaining my condition. I head down the steps, and sit at the table to eat a quick breakfast. Once I finish, I hurry into the downstairs bathroom, and puke most of it back up. Another unfortunate side effect of the meds that Doctor Anderson hasn't quite figured out a way around, no matter how hard he's tried. I clean myself up, and head back out, to find my parents holding hands and crying, the same way they did when I was first diagnosed.


Flashback:


I've been throwing up for weeks on end, constantly in pain, and it constantly feels like someone is hitting my stomach with a hammer. Being a ten-year-old Abnegation, I believed that needing help was a bad thing. I thought that if I admitted that I was in constant pain meant that I was selfish. Until the pain got so bad that I couldn't see straight.

I was screaming and crying when Mom and Dad rushed into the room with Caleb on their heals. Caleb is my older brother. We're fairly close now, but before that, we barely acknowledged each other. Dad scooped me up, Mom and Caleb rushed to get my stuff packed, and we're running out the door to Marcus's house. Mom's face was chagrined as she banged on the door.

Unlike most people here, Marcus has a car, and he would most likely let us borrow it. Caleb was holding a basin for me as I emptied the contents of my stomach. I noticed that we were both crying.

Marcus opened the door, screaming like a crazy person. His expression cleared when he saw us, Caleb and me crying, Mom's panic-stricken face, and Dad holding me tightly against him, trying to soothe away reality for me and Caleb. Marcus jerked into action, yelling something to his son, and racing with us down to the car at the end of his driveway. I looked towards Caleb, and he held the basin for me again.

Marcus looked concerned as he jumped behind the wheel, and we all climb in the back. Marcus drove quickly to city hospital, helping Dad get the door, while Caleb held the basin so that I could throw up my guts into it.

A doctor came out almost right away, and took me in for tests. Caleb insisted on coming with, and since I couldn't walk through all the pain, they had a wheelchair brought in, since Dad and Mom weren't going to make a fuss about following me into the testing rooms. They seemed to understand that the only person I needed was Caleb.

The results came back as I was lying on the hospital bed, Caleb holding the basin by my mouth. Mom and Dad were there too, each holding one of my hands. It was painfully obvious to me that they believed I was on my death bed.

The doctors entered, and informed us that I had gastral paresis, or that my stomach was paralyzed. Mom, Dad, Caleb and I were all crying, holding each other. I didn't know where Marcus was, but I assumed he'd gone back home to his son. I didn't really care either way. The doctors said that I would never be in that much pain again, and like the idiot I was, I believed them.


flashback end.


The bus we take to the Choosing Ceremony is crowded with people. Candor smoke cigars, food is passed around, which just makes the pain in my stomach worse, and Amity talk amongst themselves happily. I could never be Erudite, I'm not smart enough, as I spend half my life in a hospital bed. Candor is too honest, and after years of only confiding my pain to my brother, I can't confide it to many other people. And after years of dealing with the pain and sadness from my diagnosis, I am most definitely not Amity.

No, Dauntless is where I need to go. And Caleb promised to come with me. I love him so much, half the time, I can't even express it. He's been there for me since my diagnosis. He did research on gastral pareses, lets me cry on his shoulder when I need it, and is always quick to defend me against the school bullies when I'm in too much pain to do it myself. And believe me, that happens a lot. Not to mention that Caleb is going through Dauntless initiation with me. He holds my hand as we stand in the circle.

Dad hugs me close, whispering, "I love you, baby girl. Stay strong for me, and be careful!" He says something similar to Caleb, and then the ceremony is underway.

Marcus reads the names in reverse alphabetical order, and right before Caleb goes, he hugs me, whispers, "I'll be right in the Dauntless section, waiting for you." Then he cuts his hand, and lets his blood fall onto the coals. When my name is called up, I confidently take the knife, give my parents a small smile, and slice into my palm. I drop my blood into the coals, and go to join Caleb. He hugs me as I burst into tears, wishing that everything would be okay. Wishing that in order to be where I belonged, I wouldn't have to leave my parents.


A/n: I would've written more, but my computer is, like, on 5 percent, and I still have to edit. I post from another computer, so yeah. Please review, it would mean so much to me. Alrighty, audios amigos!

Bianca.