Hey everyone! this is my second fanfic story ever. I recently finished reading the Divergent series. I love the series and the ending was so so sad:( one thing i thought veronica roth could have gotten into more was the story of Natalie Wright (Tris and Caleb's mom) so here is her story and how she came to be Natalie Prior. I hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you guys think. Comments and feedback are appreciated!:) happy reading!

-Wallflower95

P.s If you like The Fault in our Stars by John Green please take a look at my other fanfic about tfios called 'Their Little Infinity'.

1

A Broken World

Times are difficult. It was dangerous to be in a place like Milwaukee. Especially at this exact time. People are poor and starving. Fighting or killing each other for any piece of food they can get their hands on. My family was no better than the rest. We were barely surviving on what we had. But what made life worse was the constant fighting in the world. Fighting to live, fighting among ourselves, there no humanity left in people. We've become desperate and feral monsters. Even my family has succumbed to these terrible acts.

I remember when my parents used to look at each other when I was younger. Before my younger siblings were born. The way the looked at each other... young and in love. They used to care for each other. Love each other. Time has changed them. Things are different now. Every night my father comes home, drunk and angry. The only way he can't express his anger is by abusing us. Beating us. He was no longer the caring father I knew and my mother was not the same either. Not that night.

My name is Natalie Wright. I am fourteen years old and I am living in a damaged world. A broken world. There is no mending it. I look around at the world I live and I just know it could be so much better than what it is now. The people could be so much better. Everyone is selfish and cruel. My family included. There was nothing left in this world. Nothing at all. I had often wondered why everyone chose to live like this. Everyone has a purpose in this world. They just have to find it.

My father's purpose in the world was to come home drunk every night and beat everyone senseless. It had become a routine. When we heard the front door screech open and the drunken footsteps walking on the floorboards it was our signal to hide. Hide from the pain and suffering. It has gone on for many years. There had been a time when we were happy. A time when my father didn't come home drunk and cruel. A time when he actually loved us. Since then everything has changed. People losing jobs. Food becoming scarce and money running low. These were truly desperate times.

Everything had changed that one night. That one night.

"Cut some of the vegetables Natalie." My mother, Alaya said. I took a knife and started chopping slowly. My younger brother and sister, Cara and Mattius played with their toys on the kitchen table. My mother looked tired. She had been quite beautiful at one point. With soft light brown hair, striking gray eyes. Over the years she has gotten streaks of grey in her hair. There were dark shades of bruising on her jaw. She move with such ease and grace around the kitchen.

I do not hate my father. I wish he would stop these cruel actions. That's all I've ever wanted. For us to be a family. There were footsteps on our front porch. We all froze. Cara looked at me with wide eyes.

"Go too your room. Now!" My mother hissed. Cara and Mattius tiptoed towards me and we went to our room. I looked at my little brother and sister huddled next to the bed. Cara is ten and Mattius is eight. They both look like my mother. Small frame and light brown hair and grey eyes. I have dark brown hair and pale green eyes, like my father. We all sat on the ground in silence.

I had grown used to these night. Nights of screams and pain. It had become my every waking hour. My nightmare. The walls were quite thin in our home so you could hear everything going on in the other room.

"Where they woman?"

"I have no idea Zane." The sound of someone getting slapped echoed in the house. I flinched. I wanted to do something. To help her. To save her.

"Where the hell are they?!" He yelled. My face suddenly grew hot with anger. I cannot possibly live like this anymore. My mother was deadly silent in the other room. It was scaring me.

"I will not do this anymore." My mother said in a serious tone. Something had changed. Her tone sounded, defiant. Brave. My heart was pounding in my chest.

"What- what are you doing?" My father asked. I my breathing became fast. I had see what was happening.

"Stay here." I whispered to Mattius and Cara.

"Natalie!" Cara hissed. But I ignored her. I crept outside and around the corner to see what was happening behind that wall. The sight shocked me. Froze me in place.

My father was struggling to stand. He had one hand clutching a chair, quite drunk. But my mother was the one who froze me in my spot. She stood before my father. Tall, brave and defiant like her tone. She had a gun clutched in her hands, pointing it right at my father. She wasn't shaking at all. She glared at my father so hard I thought he would evaporate with the look she was giving him.

"What are you doing?" He asked in a slurred voice.

"Something I should have done a long time ago." There was a gunshot. No scream came out of me. I stared at the body of my father as he dropped to the ground, lifeless. Blood was splattered on the wall behind him. It was so silent. My mother just stared at his body. Absolutely no remorse.

I couldn't scream. I couldn't cry. All I could do was stare in shock at the woman I called my mother. Alaya Wright. The gentle, quiet and graceful Alaya Wright. My mother. A murderer. A killer. No sound came from me. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. All I could do was stare at the lifeless body of my father. His eyes still wide open in shock. His last thought was of my mother, killing him.

I moved. I screamed. I didn't know what to feel. Sad? Happy? He had been a monster in many ways but he had also been my father. My mother just looked at me. Her eyes dark and empty. I had stopped screaming by then. She just looked at me. She dropped the gun on the ground and stepped over my father's body. I wanted to be sick.

My mother leaned towards me.

"It had to be done Natalie." She whispered into my ear. I couldn't say anything. At that very moment, I was terrified. Terrified of my mother. Of what she did to survive in this world. It made me sick. I didn't say anything. I saw our front door. I ran towards it, wrenched it open and ran. I ran and I never looked back.

And there you go! The very first chapter to Natalie's story. Comment and review. What did you think? Worth continuing? Let me know. Sorry it wasn't a long chapter. I'm still trying to get all of Natalie's backstory. Hope you guys like this! I would love to continue on to chapter 2 and your feedback would really help me.

Thanks!

~Wallflower95