Tobias:
I looked out from my bedroom window and down into the neighbouring house's back yard. She was at it again, determined to make it onto the roof. I watched on in curiosity, a trait I should not have but I smirk to myself and as I watch her fail once again I am fascinated by her. For someone who looks so fragile like she would shatter if you held her to tight she was tough, the grazes on her legs and arms that would make most of the girls in this faction tear up and go running to their mothers do nothing to stop her attempts. Stubborn girl. At 14 she is different to most girls in this faction or in society for that matter, her long blonde hair and her bright blue eyes are a rare trait, her beauty is a burden it makes her prone to attempts of kidnaps and unwanted attention and advances from men of all ages. I too was born with blonde hair and blue eyes though mine are darker and sometimes some see them as black meaning I am not stared at nor seen as a product in our society.
"Beatrice Prior, dinner time!" I hear her mother call; I was so consumed with watching her I had not noticed the darkness developing in the sky. She picks up her jacket and wraps it around her shoulders, she glances up towards my window and for a second I feel like I have been caught, I do not move or breathe until she turns and makes her way inside. I am locked away in my room for another night, there was no beating tonight no belt, no blood finally my wounds may have a chance at healing. My father was never this cruel and then my mother died when I was 8; that was when the drinking began something that should not happen in my faction, but my father being a leader found his way around it. He also found a way to release his grief..on me. I am now 15 soon to be 16 meaning I can leave and never come back; I have been excited for that day since I learned of it when I was 12 years old. No more beatings, no more being locked in a cupboard in the dark bleeding in excruciating pain. I tried to fight back once when I was 13 but the next time he came home and drugged me with serum, as I lay there all I could do watch as each blow landed on my body. I missed school for a week that time I would never do it again.
Beatrice:
He was watching from his window again today, I write in my diary. There was no yelling tonight, no grunts of pain. I look up from my desk and directly at his window. Our houses are all built the same in abnegation my bedroom window directly aligns with his. I have thought about telling my parents about what I hear at night when everyone is in bed but I know they wouldn't believe me they would just try to find the good in Marcus, but I know better if I could I would spit on him. I have barely spoken a word to Tobias my whole life even though he has lived next door the entire time. I wasn't allowed to go out on the street and play with all the other kids, my friendship circle was limited to those who are in my year at school. If I could speak to him I would ask why he doesn't fight back. I have seen him out the front of his house before he is tall and strong an athlete in every way. I have thought about telling my friends about it but for some reason I feel that it is wrong, like it's a secret that Tobias and I share only he doesn't know that I know. I wish I could tell him that I'm practising getting on the roof so that I could help him, maybe then he wouldn't laugh at me so much, he thinks I can't hear him but I can.