Beating Heart
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Divergent trilogy belongs to Veronica Roth!
AN: so this idea has been in my head for a while and I thought, why not give it a shot and see how the first chapter goes and the feedback, I'll try my best to update but I would like for you my dear readers to help in any possible way, if you would. I hope you enjoy the story and please review!
Chapter 1: New city, new life?
It has been three months since my father, Andrew Prior, and I Beatrice Prior (preferably Tris) first moved here, to Chicago. We used to live in New York but after a certain incident three months ago, my life changed completely. Everything went down the hill, for me especially.
Flashback It was raining heavily but it was nothing new here in New York as we were in the winter season. My brother and I are 10 months apart in age (he is older than me in 10 months) so we are in the same school year, we both are seniors. I look around and see a nurse walking into the room through the door. "Mom... Caleb... Where are they?" Is all I manage to croak out Before I can say anything else a doctor comes in and checks my organs and removes my IV tube but I'm numb with shock and pain to register what he is saying. Then dad comes into the room with a cold look on his face and showing no emotion at all, he thrust a bag at me and says We arrived home after a very tense and uncomfortable car ride. When I get to the house I rush into my room, lock the door and then break down, with everything hitting me suddenly. A week later, dad and I haven't talked much, he just orders me around the house and if I don't do anything the way he wants, I get hit or slapped or punched. He came into my room a day later saying "pack everything you need we will be moving to Chicago by Wednesday, staying here is too painful for me" and when I protested he punched me badly that it bruised for 2 weeks. And ever since then my life changed. But it's like it's not him who is beating me, hitting me, because every time after a while he snaps out of this dazed state and jerks back, looking as shocked as ever and would rush out of the room into his study, and then the next day I would find stuff like a piece of jewelry, an iPod, an iPhone (the latest which is 5S), and once I went out to find a black Lamborghini Aventador parked outside of the house! But I never got around to drive it as we moved to Chicago that same day. Flashback Ends
We had finished our first semester today and mom had come to pick us up to go out for some brunch to celebrate this small occasion, its tradition really. After every end of each semester ever since I remember we have been doing this, but this time I had a bad feeling that something terrible will happen. I was asking my mom (more like nagging) to allow me to sleep over today at my friend Susan's house since it's Christmas break and all, and I promised that we would go Christmas Shopping tomorrow (Christmas was in 2 days and we haven't gotten any chance to do any shopping because mom was busy with work) when suddenly Caleb shouted
I woke up to the annoying beeping sound and extremely white room, the whiteness of the room is too unbearable that made me close my eyes for a while to my eyes to adjust to the whiteness of the room.
It took me a moment to remember what happened. Then everything came crashing back into my mind. The gut feeling. The heavy rain. The crash. Then I remember nothing.
"Hello dear, you're finally awake. You have been unconscious for the past 2 days. Do you remember anything?" She asks cautiously.
her eyes grow softer and her expression is grim and sad and all she says "I'm sorry but Natalie Prior and Caleb Prior passed away directly when the car collided with the truck."
"Get changed, you're being discharged." With that he leaves closing the door behind him a little too loudly for being in a hospital.
so here am I, standing in front of Chicago Faction High School, beside my Lamborghini, which I finally rode, dressed in black skinny jeans and black tank top underneath my black sweater. I had taken it a normal thing to wear black ever since the accident. I feel it's my fault that everything happened because I was the one who insisted to go out that day and do our tradition, ignoring my gut feeling, and kept distracting mom from concentrating on the road, so now I'm seeing a therapist named Max (which is against my will, the doctors back in New York recommended I see a therapist and dad found one in Chicago before he changed – before he started beating me-. With a sigh I push away all the negative thoughts and look down at my schedule (which I received via email, seeing I'm starting the second semester a bit later than other students) seeing the words "Dauntless" written at the top middle of it in black bold letters and gazing a bit too long on the word, I think to myself, I'm not brave nor am I fearless, I don't belong here. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and I look down at my classes.
AP English- Mr. Hanson
Music - Mrs. Lauren
Lunch
Calculus - Mrs. Jeanine Matthews
Free
Art - Wu
Knife throwing/ shooting/ self-defense- Mr. Four Eaton
Gym- coach Amar
Please note that your Home room is with Mr. Four Eaton room #44
I frown at the Knife throwing/shooting/ self-defense class but dismiss it quickly when I hear the bell ring signaling the beginning of the school day of the second semester. I walk into home room and turn to the teacher to introduce myself, only to see the eyes that I got lost in them, the bluest eyes ever.
AN: SO here is my first chapter, please tell me what you think and should I continue it or? Which means don't forget to leave a review please?