Hello everyone! Thanks for coming to read my story. I hope you enjoy it even though I am just starting out. I would love to hear feedback, good or bad! All feedback is welcome and I will take all of it into consideration. Thanks!
I do not own Divergent! (No matter how many times I pray, I sadly will never own the rights to Divergent.)
Tris's POV:
My name is Beatrice Prior. I am 19 years old and technically, I am an adult orphan. I lost my whole family in a car accident three years ago. It hasn't been the easiest time since I have graduated high school and started college at Juilliard. I am a professional singer in the making. If anyone gets ahold of this journal, look out because I'm going to be on the cover of every national magazine. All of this was made possible by my current boyfriend, Uriah. In public, he is the perfect, fairytale boyfriend; opening the doors, holding my hand, kissing my head, everything that a girl could ever imagine. When he is alone with me, he is a complete monster. He physically and mentally abuses me. I will never tell anyone about it though. He is a CEO of a major law firm and he is also paying my way to Juilliard. I will stay with him not because of love, but because of who I will be after I leave him with a Juilliard degree.
After writing in my journal for the time after Uriah left, I finally get up out of bed and walk slowly to the kitchen to fix the usual; eggs and toast. That's all that Uriah allows for me to fix in the mornings. My whole body was aching with pain from the beating that I received last night while he was drunk. I pull my shirt up slightly to reveal the purple and blue bruises that are covering various parts of my stomach. I sigh, pulling my shirt back down as I finish fixing my breakfast. I eat quickly before escaping to change and head out for the day.
I leave the house wearing a cardigan with some dark skinny jeans. My makeup is done naturally and my hair is in its natural state. I walk down the street to where my first class is located; a local restaurant that supports local artist. My teacher holds class here once a week and today we are here to do our first solo auditions. As I walk into the restaurant, my eyes are drawn to the people sitting at the bar and at the booths. My teacher smiles at me as she announces that I am to go first. I take a deep breath before I walk up to the microphone, looking out into the crowd. I'm not one to say I believe in lucky charms, but as I stare at the people at the bar, a guy catches my eye. He has dark brown hair that is cut short, has a nice build and is pretty tall. He is defiantly older than I am, but when I look at him, I feel a sense of relief wave over me.
I start singing the song "how to save a life", thinking maybe one day, my life will be saved from the Hell that I am in.
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