AN: I'M BACK, MAYBE NOT FOR THAT LONG, BUT I'M BACK. TODAY I AM GOING TO TRY SOMETHING DIFFERENT WITH HOW I DO THESE SONGS, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT LEAVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM IN A REVIEW OR PM ME. IF I CHANGE ANY LYRICS THEY WILL BE IN BOLD. I DONT OWN DIVERGENT OR THIS SONG THOSE RIGHTS GO TO VERONICA ROTH AND CARRIE UNDERWOOD. I HOPE YOU GUYS(AND GIRLS)LIKE THIS, HERE IT GOES:
Dry lightning cracks across sky,
those storm clouds gather in his eyes.
His daddy was a mean old mister,
Mama was an angel in the ground.
Tobias had always liked the rain. He always had hated the thunderstorms though, for those were the nights that Marcus usually chose to beat him. Just in case of the slightest chance that he might scream out, so that no one would come and ask questions, not that anything of the sort would ever happen in Abnegation. With that thought in mind Tobias' eyes clouded over with anger. Marcus had beat him and his mother everyday it seemed and yet no one had ever stepped in to help. . . . His mother, she had been a beautiful woman before her death. But here he hadn't been allowed to mourn for long, that would have been selfish, and Marcus would never stand for that.
The Erudite called his name,
he prayed change my place.
Tobias stood up and went to the door, when the Erudite man called his name. while he was walking he silently prayed a selfish prayer that he would get any faction but Abnegation, even though he knew it would never happen.
There's not enough rain in Abnegation
to wash the sins out of that house.
There's not enough wind in Abnegation
to rip the pain out of the past.
He knew that no matter how hard it rained that the house that he lived in would never be washed away of all those sins. No matter how hard the wind blew, or that anyone tried to help, nothing could take the pain away from his past, it was apart of him and he would just have to live with it.
Shatter every window 'til its all blown away,
every brick every board every slammin' door blown away,
'til there's nothing left standing,
nothing left of yesterday,
every tear soaked whiskey memory blown away,
blown away.
If he could only have one wish it would be to leave that house and Marcus behind. like every thing in his past could be blown away taken from his memory forever.
He heard those Dauntless screaming out,
his daddy stood there holding the knife out. The Dauntless where still whooping in joy from there latest transfer. Tobias knew that they could be his escape. He looked up, as his name was called, to see Marcus hold out the knife that he would use to cut his hand and bleed onto the Dauntless coals.
He had been in the cellar,
he listened to the screaming of his dad,
If he had any doubts about weather or not he would make it in Dauntless they quickly faded away as he thought back to the night before, when Marcus had locked him in the cellar. It was dark and the cellar was small, extremely small where Tobias concerned, and that night he felt 100% certain that the walls had been closing in on him before he had passed out. Tobias could never let that happen to him again, and it definitely would if he stayed in Abnegation, due to the fact that he would have to live with Marcus until he was eighteen.
Some people called it being selfish,
he called it sweet revenge.
Tobias knew that some people would say that he was selfish for leaving Marcus, who had just lost wife, all alone. He also knew that Marcus would be under deep scrutiny of the Erudite who would, most likely, speculate the worst on why Marcus Eaton's son had left him, when rarely any Abnegation child ever left the faction. Tobias was just fine with that.
There's not enough rain in Abnegation
to wash the sins out of that house.
There's not enough wind in Abnegation
to rip the pain out of the past.
Tobias knew that broken and he didn't think anyone could fix him. He didn't want to burden anyone with his problems so he kept them to himself, not that he thought that anyone in Dauntless was the comforting type.
Shatter every window 'til its all blown away,
every brick every board every slammin' door blown away,
'til there's nothing left standing,
nothing left of yesterday,
every tear soaked whiskey memory blown away,
blown away.
Tobias after going though his fear simulation, thanks to his instructor Amar, had been name. . . Four. The name stuck. Four liked his knew name, especially since everyone seemed to forget the broken boy, not that anyone knew that he was broken, that they had welcomed into their faction. Thanks to Amar his past seemed have been blown away never to return again.
