The next morning, Caleb knocks on my bedroom door softly. As he enters my room, I move over so there is enough space for him to lay on my bed next to me. I remember crawling into his bed after all of the times I got in trouble when we were younger. He would always comfort me and hold me while cried; no matter what happened to me, Caleb was always there.

"Are you nervous?" My brother says as he lays gently down next to me.

I want to tell him everything. I want to confess to the closest person in my life, that I don't know whether I want to leave or stay in this faction. I want to say that I have been worrying about the test and what the results will be for many weeks.

Instead I close my eyes and say, "No. Whatever happens, happens." I take a deep breath and force the tears in my eyes away. "When tomorrow comes, you'll still be my big brother and I'll always be your little sister."

Caleb turns on to his side so that he staring at me and I can feel his breath on my cheek. I do the same so that I can look at him while he's speaking to me, "I never thought all of this would be so hard. I never thought that all of this pressure would be this heavy and that we would have to carry it all." He says.

I whisper softly, "We'll make it through this."

"I know you will Beatrice. You have always been the strong one." He says sadly.

For the rest of the morning, we stay in bed. We talk about anything and everything until we have to leave. I love every second of it and will myself to remember these past few hours, never wanting to forget the moments I spent with my brother.

I walk to the Hub for the last time. Caleb wanted to go with our neighbor girl because he has had crush on her ever since they moved next door and this might be the last time he will ever see her. I understand, I would want to say goodbye too. Everyone told us that this would never be easy, I just thought that it wouldn't be this hard.

I breathe in cold morning air and watch as the clouds move by over my head. My feet travel down the sidewalk leading to the school. With a few blocks left, I take a turn and see a man sitting under a street sign. He looks hungry; his body is thin and frail and there are bags under his eyes. I cautiously walk up to him and pull out some food from my bag to give to him, but he looks at me and his eyes run all over my body.

"How old are you little girl?" He says in a scratchy voice that sends deep shivers down my spine.

I try to not let my fear show in my voice, "I am not a girl. I am sixteen."

"Are you now? Well," He looks at me as he speaks and starts to make his way to me, "You sure are a pretty young lady."

"I have to go." I look around frantically and see that no one is near me.

There is only buildings that tower high into the sky and then there are dark alleyways. Thoughts flood my mind on what this man could do to me. I start to think of ways out of this, but none are very logical. The best shot I have is to run.

The man must've sensed my thoughts; he grabs my arms and locks his fingers around my wrists. I try to pull away, but he just restrains me in a tighter hold. I start to shout and thrash, so he throws me hard against the cement. I think that I was crying too, but all I hear now is the constant replay of the cracking noise my head made when I hit the ground. I try to get up, but he just drags my body across the pavement with a hand over my mouth. I realize that he is taking me into one of the dark alleys and tears start pouring out of my eyes. I kick with all of my strength and energy. The man that I thought was weak, begins to straddle me when we are all alone inside the dark alley. My heart is pounding and I try everything I can think of, but nothing seems works. I scream as loud as I can and I can feel my heart beating extremely fast. The man slaps me and tells me to shut my mouth. He holds both of my hands above my head with one hand and with the other, begins to make his way to my pants. I ignore him again and scream louder, so loud that my throat is on fire. He punches me this time and I taste blood inside my mouth.

"Stop screaming!" He yells and punches me again in the face.

I am sobbing now, "Please stop!"

His hand is on my stomach now. I close me eyes and feel the steady flow of tears running down my face.

I hear a sickening crunch and instantly, I open my eyes. The man is on his side and Tobias standing over him. Tobias's face is beautiful and terrifying, he is so angry. He shouts at the man so loudly, that almost all of Abnegation can probably hear him and then Tobias begins to punch him. I hear sounds that I never thought possible every time Tobias brings a fist down on the mans' face. I try to keep my eyes open for as long as I can, but everything is fading away quickly. I take another look, blood is everywhere. That is the last thing I see before everything shuts off and there is nothing but black.

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