/Beatrice POV
The Abnegation volunteers are spreading out. They have syringes. One for each of us. One for the boy outside. I will never forget those eyes. Their needles are sharp and glint in the morning is barely a drop of the liquid in their syringes. They move along the rows, bodies going limp as the syringes get pressed. Finally they reach me. I feel no pain from the needle.
Then all goes dull.
I wake up. I must've fallen asleep waiting for my test. Then my name is called and I get up.
But I remember those eyes.
