"Beatrice Prior"

I hardly heard my name when Marcus Eaton spoke it. The sound of my heart pounding and blood rushing make everything around me sound muffled and underwater. My legs walked towards the 5 bowls in the center of the room automatically, my mind was to scrambled and terrified and conflicted to do anything for me. I felt Marcus press the icy silver knife into my hands and felt his eyes burning into my skull. I met his gaze; curious and worried. The feeling of terror must be projecting outwards and his Abnegation instincts must be commanding him to help me. Typical. I let my eyes fall and steadied my breathing to try and stop the feeling that I was going to pass out and crash into the table in front of me. Desperately trying to clear my head of pure dread I carefully slit the back of my arm; careful not to show my hands shaking. I heard the temping hiss of the black, sizzling coals dragging curiosity, freedom and bravery out of me. I saw the grey stones, tugging at my heart and reminding me of home and the peaceful ways of my past. I could also see my dark red blood staining the carpet beneath me and I knew I had to make a choice. Just as I was about to drip my blood onto the hissing coals, due to a surge of bravery that came over my like a hysterical desperate wave I realized something. This is cowardly. I'm trying to escape from my life without facing it like a warrior. I'm running away from my fear. The fear of being trapped. Choosing Abnegation is the bravest thing I can do right now. It is also the most selfless. I feel Marcus' soft hands steering me back towards a sea of grey, accompanied by reserved applause and polite smiles. I realized my blood had stained the grey pebbles a deep red without me even knowing. I picked Abnegation.

I am brave

I am Selfless

I am Divergent.