A/N: Hi there! Thank you so much for reading my story. A short summary is pretty much Tris was kidnapped when she was 10 years old and this is set 6 years later. The prologue will give most of the background and information. This is my first fanfiction, I hope you enjoy. The prologue is shorter than the chapters will be! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I am not Veronica Roth, I do not own divergent.
I used to be a happy kid. I had a good life, loving parents, and a great relationship with my brother. I may have struggled making friends, but I had at least 1 great friend. I never thought it would disappear.
When you are 9 years old, you don't think anything bad will happen to you. I mean maybe you're scared of bad guys, but they only exist in movies. You know bad things can happen, that's why you don't play with matches, eat strange items, or take candy from strangers. I was smart, I knew not to go with someone I didn't know, I always came home before 8pm and always asked my mom and dad for permission to do anything. I never dreamed that something terrible could happen to me, until it did.
Two days before my 10th birthday I was abducted less than 300 feet from my house. It was just starting to get dark, we lived in a nice neighborhood, and I always walked home from my friend's house, just around the corner. I didn't go with the man, I didn't help him find his puppy, or take any candy from him. I don't even really remember what happened, just that one second I was walking on the sidewalk when I felt a sharp pain and my body go numb, the next second I was in the front seat of an old truck with a man holding me down. From what I remember, my kidnapper, a man named David, drove with me for a little while, the whole time I was fighting him, I think. I know that I stopped when he pulled out a gun. I may have only been 9, but I knew that guns were dangerous and could really hurt me, I didn't want to get hurt, so just sat there quietly with tears running down my cheeks. We drove for what felt like forever before finally stopping at his house. I don't remember where it was, but I spent my 10th birthday tied up on a ratty mattress in a smelly house.
He didn't really have a purpose in kidnapping me, he just wanted to. He told me he was lonely. I was kept locked up the first year of my kidnapping, he abused me, mentally and physically, but mainly physically. He mentally trained me into fearing him, I never tried to run and still won't because he threatens to kill me and my family if I do. I guess he got tired of only having me around and not being able to do anything with his life, because you can't exactly 4explain a kidnapped girl to a potential girlfriend, so he changed his and my identity and moved us. He changed everything, name, appearance, and all legal documents. He knows a guy that helps out criminals by changing their identity, and he never gets caught. He will never get caught either because he works for some of the evilest guys out there. If any of his clients are arrested they don't tell anything about the identity agency or who runs it because they don't want to have to deal with his other clients, the murderers and such. He won't ever turn his clients in, because he doesn't want to get killed either.
So when I was 11 I became Sarah Jackson, a generic name for a generic girl, brown straight hair and brown eyes. He moved me to Spokane Washington, 3000 miles from where I was abducted in Madison, Wisconsin. He actually enrolled me in school, but threatened my life and my family's if I ever told anyone who I was. That shut me up really fast. So I went to school and never drew attention to myself, I didn't make friends and 3 months later we moved because he broke up with his girlfriend and wanted to disappear again. Back to his identity friend, new name, new look, new person. This has been the routine for the past 5 years, we've moved a total of 13 times. Each time I never made true friends. We moved this time because he thought someone recognized me and we left town as soon as we could. I wish I was braver and could run away but right now I'm so terrified of what would happen to me if he ever found me, or my family if he didn't. He has tabs on me all the time, I have a cellphone because he thought it would be weird if I didn't, but it only has numbers he approved he tracks every call and text I send. He makes me have it on me at all times because he uses a location device to see where I am and if I go somewhere he doesn't like I get punished. I'm not allowed to stay alone in my room unless at least one hand is handcuffed to the wall. I only get to go to school, home, and maybe a friend's house, so it doesn't look like I'm locked up. He has it perfectly lined up so he can have total control over me and my family and still have fun with his life.
I hate him. Now I'm sixteen and this time we moved to Chicago, it's January, and tomorrow I start at the school I'll be going to for however long I live here. The little apartment David got has two bedrooms and smells like death. I found 3 cockroaches under my bed and am 90% sure I saw a rat earlier. But he's actually letting me live here without being locked up in the usual handcuffs.
I nestle into my old spring mattress and squeeze the stuffed dog that I've had since I was kidnapped into my stomach. I unfold a little picture from when I was 9 years old. I had it in my pocket when I was abducted, it was taken the day before I went missing. We had an early birthday celebration and I'm about to blow out the candles on my birthday cake, my parents are right behind me smiling, Caleb, my older brother, is sitting next to me on my right, his shaggy darker hair and striking green eyes are so different from my blonde hair and blue eyes. On my left is my best friend, Tobias, he's holding my hand under the table, but no one can see. His dark blue eyes stand out and so does the bruise on his cheek. That was the last good day I had. I miss them so much and would give anything to escape this hell and go home, but I doubt they even remember me. I clutch the picture in my hand and I fall fast asleep.
Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it. I am going to try and update about once a week. I have the first chapter written and will update it soon! I promise that I will not quit this story as i already have an outline of the whole story!
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