Hello readers :)

Here's another story I've been working on! Oh, and, for those who have never read the Divergent Trilogy, I understand that this will be quite confusing... So sorry!

So basically, the society is divided into 5 factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue - Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). On an appointed day of each year, all sixteen year olds must select the faction which they will devote to the rest of their lives. (quoted from Divergent).

And so... OK, I won't give any spoilers : / R & R please! Enjoy :)

I stand shakily in front of Marcus. "You pathetic, useless brat!" he scowls, as the thick leather belt in his hands raises and lands on my skin. I grimace. Tears well up in my eyes and I try to blink them back. I have to show him that I'm not afraid. I have to show that I'm brave. I have to stand up to him.

But it's hard when you have a dad who beats you up for no reason. All the time.

He raises his hand and whips the belt again. It hits my hand and I wince in pain as I fall to the ground. I back away from him. Stop...please stop... Marcus glares at me through his cold eyes. I shiver, even though it's warm. My lips quiver as I speak. "B...but I didn't do anything! I did nothing wrong d... Dad!" "Like I care," he snaps. Pain coarses through my leg as the belt hits. I scream in agony.

"Uhhh... , is everything alright?" Our neighbor's deep voice passes through the wall. "Nothing really, my son just tripped over. He's fine. Thanks for asking!" shouts Marcus in reply. Then he turns to me. "You," he says, in a barely audible whisper, "you brainless idiot. You want to ruin my reputation don't you? Fine. This is for your own good, Tobias." He lifts me up by the collar and brings me upstairs. Not the closet. Not the closet... Please, not the closet...

And he shoves me into the tiny closet upstairs.

"Mom! MOM! HELP!" I scream at the top of my voice, but to no avail. Marcus cackles. "Your mom is at work, foolish boy. No one can help you. No one." Tears well up in my eyes again. But this time I can't hold them back. They slide down my face. "This is for your own good," he sneers, as he slams the closet door shut. I hear a click and I know that the door is locked. This time I won't even bother try to open it.

I cry silently and wipe the tears away with my sleeve. I sit helplessly in the tiny closet. And I mean TINY. I have to fold my arms into my chest and crouch in order to fit in. Practically, this is where I'm forced to spend my childhood. Last time I was forced in here, I had to wait for 6 hours before Marcus let me out. I suppress a sob. I want to leave this wretched place.

5 years later, when I turn sixteen, I will have to attend the choosing ceremony. I can choose to stay in one of five factions - Abnegation, the selfless; Amity, the peaceful; Erudite, the intelligent; Dauntless, the brave; or Candor, the honest. One choice determines your destiny. It determines where you will stay, forever. I can choose to stay in my current faction - Abnegation, or I can choose to leave. I know which one I'll choose.

I will choose to leave this wretched place. Permanently.