(A/N) So I saw I already had some views and even a review since last night. I'm so gad someone likes this story and I can only hope it gets better. Also, I notices that sometimes when I preview the story the bold doesn't come up and sometimes it does. Hopefully it isn't too confusing which part is the author's note and which part is the story but please let me know if it is.

;I don't own Divergent

None of it was real. The whole thing was a dream and I woke up in a nice warm bed..

Well, I did. It just wasn't my own. A large pit of black stood before my eyes, enough to make me doubt that they were even open but the more I forced myself to sit up, the more I realised that wherever I was, it wasn't familiar. I swung one leg over the bed followed by the other. As soon as one foot touched the cold floor, a series of blinding lights switches on, causing me to wince and rub my eyes. The room (just like the lights) was all white, even down to my clothes. My clothes. Somebody had obviously changed me into the loose white tank top and shorts I now wore and that someone had serious issues with colour. I didn't even have the energy to get angry now so I decided to save it for later. I took another look around my surroundings, picking up anything I hadn't before. The room was small, though not uncomfortably, and everything seemed to be in perfect alignment. Everything except the white bed sheet that was now strewn across the left side of the bed. For some reason, and I couldn't for the love of me figure out what, I walked up to the bed and straightened the sheet. The lack of things to do did give me an opportunity to sit down and think which didn't go too well. After a few minutes of trying to bend my situation and make up meaningless excuses, I finally decided to accept it as I curled up on the edge of 'my' bed and cried. Cried for my family, cried for my friends and finally cried for myself.

The clicking sound of a door opening, followed by the cool draught snapped me out of my thoughts and I flipped over. I was met with the stare of a middle-aged woman sporting black. With black hair and unsurprisingly black lipstick. "This way." Was all she said before walking out of the door a few steps then stopping to wait for me. I scrambled up then began to follow her, the palms of my hands desperately clawing at my cheeks, trying to get the tears off. She had led me to another room which was also mainly white but had some exceptions here and there such as the metallic shelf containing several large looking syringes. "I'm Tori. I'll administering you for roughly the next hour." I wanted to ask her so many things like Administering me for what? What is wrong with you? And how the hell do I get outta here? but decided against it. "Sit." She instructed. It was probably best I did as she said, for now at least. I took a step back and sat down awkwardly on the grey chair which seemed to make a statement in the room; not white. I watch as Tori loads a syringe by attaching a vial containing a blue substance at the end of it. I knew what was coming next. I just wish I didn't. She places one hand on my shoulder and pushes me down surprisingly gently so that I'm practically lying in the chair. "What is that?" I ask as the needle is millimetres from the side of my neck. "Nothing that concerns you." The needle plunges into my neck and I hiss out in pain. Thanks for the warning. I literally feel the liquid spread from my neck to the rest of my body. "Please tell me that's not something I have to get used to." I almost begged. "I wish I could."

I took me a while to recover from that injection but Tori didn't see to want to wait any longer. She then turns around and back within a matter of seconds, only now holding a metal stick with a number '6' on the end. I am instructed to turn and I do so. "You may want to bite down on something." I was never the fastest at reacting but I really would have to work on that because less than a second after those words left her mouth, she had pulled the back of my shirt down and pressed something into me. I heard the sizzle of skin, my skin, which would make me puke if I wasn't frozen in shock. Pain bundled in my upper back, right between my shoulder blades, but then seemed to radiate throughout my entire body. And I thought the syringe was bad. Tori then places the metal poker down and leaves the room, coming back with a glass of water and handing it to me. "Don't worry. That's pretty much it for today. Don't wanna overwhelm you on the first day." If this is underwhelming then I must be in for something. "Do you have any questions? You might as well ask them now, I assume you're confused." She's right about that. I take a sip before beginning to speak. "My family; parents and brother. You must know what happened to them. It's not like I can do anything so just tell me what happened to them. And my friends. They were all taken at the same time. Are they here? Can I see them? Why are you staring at me like that?"

"You're family." She whispers. "You remember them."

"Yes I remember them, from what I can tell it's been like one day!" I was really losing my temper now. I guess I'm glad I saved my anger for now. Tori then bolts out of her own chair and runs up to the syringes, picking up the vial that she had previously used on me and inspecting it. "What else do you remember?" She turns back to me. "Nothing except me having a normal day out and a group of assholes attacking me and my friends and now here I am, making conversation with one of them." By now I had started pacing up and down, grabbing my head between my hands.

Tori grabs me by the arm and pulls me towards the door. "Go straight back to your room and do not leave without further notice. If anyone asks, you don't remember anything before an hour ago." Where the hell was I supposed to go anyway?

"Why wouldn't I?" Now she really was scaring me, more than before at least.

"The serum. That's why you wouldn't. It was meant to erase everything you knew, leaving that number on your back being your only form of identity. You, however are still here asking about your life. That makes you Divergent and also extremely dangerous. No one knows what else wont work on you." She then pulls me completely out of the door and slams it in my face. I do the only thing left and begin padding, barefoot, back to my room. Apparently I'm the dangerous one.

There's chapter two, hopefully you enjoyed it. I apologise if any change in format has cause the spacing to mess up (eg. new speaker new line) I'll do my best to avoid it. A new update should be posted shortly and please do review :P