Beginning of Four
'I have to get out of here, I have to leave him.'
I think as my father shoves me into our hallway closet and lock the door. It's a small, dark room in which we keep our winter coats. I find it quite hard to breath in here and the walls seem to be closing in, but that may be the claustrophobia creeping into my brain. I sit on the cold hard floor hugging my knees to my chest, trying to take deep breaths but only seem to gather gasps of air between pants. I'm leaving. I will. He will not control me anymore. If I leave him, he cannot hit me. He can't hurt me. No, never again.
In less than a week we host the choosing ceremony and I will leave him. But where will I go? I can't stay here, so Abnegation is out. I can't go to Erudite, faction of Intelligence, I'm not smart enough for that. Candor? No, they have truth serum and believe you me, I'd rather not tell my entire life to a bunch of people I don't know. I'm too messed up to be peaceful at Amity. And being drugged? No thanks, I'm happy being sane and in control.
The only other option left is Dauntless. Can I be brave enough for that faction? Will I even live? I have to try, I very well can't stay here and be abused by my father anymore. No, he is not worthy of that title. Marcus will never be a father to me.
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Choosing Ceremony, and I'm next. I stand on the stage and wait to be called, looking out into the crowd of grey clothed people standing to the side, always gave their seats up for the others, the selfless thing to do. Then I turn my attention to the black clothed, rebellious people. 'They will be my new family as I start anew. I will belong to them and they will belong to me.' "Tobias Eaton." Marcus calls out into the microphone. I stand up and take the knife from him, walking towards the bowls filled with the symbolic matter of each faction. Dirt for Amity, Glass for Candor, Water for Erudite, Stones for Abnegation, And coals for Dauntless.
I take the knife at hand and slice my palm. Looking over to the Abnegation sector I say a silent goodbye to my old life as my new life begins. My blood pools out of my hand over the hot coals. I hear gasps from the crowd and shouts of acceptance from my new chosen faction. Walking over to them, I turn my head to see a shocked, furios Marcus staring back at me, he does nothing but stare back at me, like everyone else. I, Tobias Eaton, am the first to transfer out of Abnegation. Goodbye Marcus, forever. Goodbye pain, abuse, and suffering. I am Dauntless now.
*Disclaimer: I do NOT own Divergent. Divergent belongs to author, Veronica Roth. As do all characters used, this is merely fanfiction. I own the idea, nothing else. Thank you!
(Please know that I wrote this WAY before the second Free Four book and Allegiant.)