A/N- I'm bored so I decided to start posting my new story tonight. After I finish this, I will post my Divergent Hunger Games fanfic.
I already have like 12 chapters of this written, so I will be able to post every day, even with camp (read Afire Love if you haven't to know what I'm talking about). It will end next Saturday, after the show and I'll be able to update even more.
Also, I need a good, creative, title for this fanfiction. Beatrice Eaton isn't very original and it's boring. I would love if any of you had a good title, to please tell me in the reviews. Please also let me know what you think. Thank you.
There was one more thing I wanted to mention, only I forgot it.
Oh well.
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
Happy reading :)
6 Year Old Beatrice's POV:
The belt cracks down on my bare back.
"YOU ARE A WORTHLESS PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN!" My father- no. Marcus, yells at me. He will never and has never been a father. "YOU ARE THE REASON YOUR MOTHER DIED! ALL OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"
The back cracks on my back again. I try and fail to hold back my tears. Marcus yells more hateful things at me until I go unconscious.
When I wake up, I am in a pool of blood, without my shirt on, on the floor of the hallway outside my room. I recall the events from last night. My mother died 4 days ago. I've been left with Marcus alone. I know he used to abuse my mother. He never did to me though. Until now. I struggle to pick myself up and drag myself to my room. I take a towel and wet it to clean off my back. I also have some cuts on my arms that I didn't realize we're there a minute ago. He must've cut me when I went unconscious. I wince in pain every time I try to fix my back. Marcus comes into my room. He slams the door open.
"You're not going to school. I have to go to work. I'll be home later." He slams the door closed.
After Marcus is gone, I limp my way over to where the mirror is hidden in Marcus' room. Every time I move, it hurts my back. I unlock the mirror and turn around, pulling my shirt up a little. What I see reflecting me is terrifying. Many gashes are covering my back and it is very swollen and bloody. I sigh and close the mirror and go back to my room, dreading when Marcus will get home.
I was right to dread his homecoming. I was beaten, hung out the window, then trapped in the small closet upstairs for a week.
*10 Years Later*
I get home from my Aptitude Test. How is this possible. Abnegation and Dauntless results. I though it was impossible to get two. I know I can't stay in Abnegation with Marcus. I'm going to Dauntless. An Abnegation has only transferred to Dauntless once. That was when Tobias Prior left two years ago. Tobias' brother, Caleb, went to Erudite. Most of the time, Abnegations stay in Abnegation though. I close the front door, hoping Marcus was still at work. My life is just so lucky, he was home early.
"GIRL!" Marcus roars from the kitchen. He never calls me by my name anymore. He hasn't in 10 years. He is making another dinner for himself. I rarely get to eat. Twice a week at the most. I walk into the kitchen.
"Yes, sir?" I ask, timidly.
"What were your test results?"
"Abnegation, sir." I lie.
"What faction will you choose tomorrow?"
"Abnegation, sir."
"You got that right." Marcus puts down the bowl with the peas in it and reaches to undo his belt. "This is for your own good." His voice seems to echo as he bring the belt down on my back. Of the many times he's beaten me so hard I've went unconscious, this was defiantly the worst.
I wake up the next morning laying on the floor of my room with Marcus banging on the door and yelling at me to get up. I struggle to get dressed. Under my baggy Abnegation clothes, I wear some clothes that I found in an old trunk, one of the few times I was allowed out of the house in the last 10 years. Marcus didn't want anyone to see my scars. I put on blue jeans and a long sleeved green shirt. Green is not a faction color, so no one will have an idea of where I come from. Once I am changed, I go to the choosing ceremony. Marcus gives a speech and stars calling 16 year olds to choose. I zone out until he gets to "Eaton, Beatrice."
I take the knife from Marcus' hand carefully, worried he might try to cut me, even though we are in front of many people. I cut my hand. I barley feel the pain. I've had so much worse than this. I stick my hand out over the Abnegation stones. I know Marcus would try to move my hand if I immediately put my hand over the Dauntless coals. Right before my blood drips, I shift my hand over to the Dauntless bowl.
My blood sizzles on the coals.
I am free. I hand the knife back to Marcus. He looks furious. Everyone is completely shocked. I go into the back and take off my Abnegation clothes so I just have the old clothes I found on. I take my hair out of its Abnegation bun and look at my reflection in the mirror. It's the first time I've seen myself since yesterday in the test, but before that, ever. I might've seen myself when I was too you g to remember. When my mother died when I was 6, I never saw myself again. I smile slightly. I'm free from that monster. I don't have to see him again.
Soon enough, the choosing ceremony is over and the Dauntless are running to the trains. Somehow, I manage to get on the train. I wince in pain as my back makes an impact to the ground.
"Are you okay?" Someone asks. I look up to see a very pretty Candor girl looking at me.
"I'm fine, thank you." I reply.
"I'm Christina."
"I'm-" I cut myself off. I don't want anyone to know who I am. This is a new life. I'm leaving my old one behind.
"I get it. It's okay. You don't want to share it."
"Thank you for understanding."
"Of course. What are friends for?" I've never had a friend. I've never spoken to anyone but my father. "What faction are you from?" Christina asks. I shake my head. She gets it.
"I might tell you eventually. Not now though. I'm not ready."
"Sure." Christina can't seem to take the smile off of her face. I don't know how she can be so happy. The only time I've smiled is when I finally left him.
After a while, we are at Dauntless Headquarters.
"They're jumping off!" Christina yells. I spring to my feet. The Dauntless are jumping off the train onto a 7 story high roof.
"I can't. I can't do it." I say shaking. My fear of heights is like an alarm ringing in my brain.
"Together." Christina grabs my arm and before I can say anything, she pulls me out of the train onto the roof. I land and wince in pain as the rocks make impact on all of my scars.
"You okay?" Christina asks.
I nod. "You?"
She nods. We get up and go to where one of the faction leaders is standing. He makes an announcement and tells us we have to jump to begin initiation.
"I can't do this." I tell Christina.
"Why not? I'll go first!" She announces. "Seems fun." She shrugs and launches herself off the roof. Soon enough, it is only me left.
"Are you going to jump or be factionless initiate?" Max, the leader asks. I look down. A black hole is a few stories down. Shaking, I stand up and jump. My back hits something hard. I'm almost positive that the impact opened some of my more recent scars. The pain distracts me from how bad the height was. I start to climb off the net that caught me when a hand reaches out. I flinch away. It's a reflex to prepare for the belt.
"It's okay." A voice says. "Just trying to help." I accept his help after a second and he helps me off the net. "What's your name?" The same voice asks.
"Umm.." I try to think of a name I would like to go by, but I can't.
"Can't stay here all day." The boy who helped me mutters. He has bright blue eyes, is very tall and muscular, and looks a few years older than me. His hair is so dark down it is almost black.
I stay silent, so the boy announces to the crowd. "Unnamed! Last jumper!" The boy places his hand on my back making me flinch. "Welcome to Dauntless." He says.