Hello readers! This is my first fanfic, so there will be spelling and grammar errors and such. I'm really passionate about writing, and so I decided to give fanfic a shot :)
Sit back, relax, and eat some dauntless cake! Enjoy ;)
**Disclaimer- I do not own Divergent. That belongs to the lovely Veronica Roth
My heart doesn't sit in my chest anymore. I feel it in different places- my throat, my stomach, my fingertips. I have to make my breaths sound calmer, because all I can exhale are shaky puffs of air. Tears choke me, but I can't let them out. Not yet, not yet.
I know my family is watching, but I can't look at them. If I even glanced over, I don't think I'd have the strength to do it. But I know I have to make my decision, so I keep my eyes on a fixed point across the room. I feel their stare on me though. They watch me, begging me to make their choice. My father's words ring in my head; "See you soon, sweetheart." They think I'm staying. They don't know, for once they don't know. For once they are ignorant. They are ignorant, something they fear the most.
"Kelly Pyres." The man calls. A girl who wears yellow and red walks gently over to the glass bowls and makes a small slice in her palm. Without hesitation, she holds her hand over Amity. Her choice was easy but mine is not. I'm next. My heart throbs. I'm next, I'm next. I have to do it, or I will regret it for as long as I live.
"Justine Quinn" The representative says after what feels like forever. All I hear are my hollow footsteps as I step towards the man to take the knife. I am walking away from my past, towards my future. The future I choose for myself.
My hands quiver when I glide the knife over my left one. It stings, but I can barely feel it over my pounding head. Red flowers bloom on my palm, and the liquid spreads itself slowly, taunting me.
I take a deep breath. It's my choice. Nobody else's. My future. Mine.
Before I can change my mind, I shove my had forward, hovering over the glass of Candor. A drop of crimson blood falls into the bowl, sealing my fate. I left them. It's over, my choice has been made. I won't see them soon because I won't see them ever.
Faction before blood. That's what everyone says, but not everyone knows the pain behind that statement.
Faction before blood. Before the dark crimson blood that drips down my pale hand. Before the blood that beats in our hearts the same. Before the blood that raised me to what I am. I want to say none of that matters, but I chose Candor, and I cannot lie.