I DON'T OWN ANYTHING

Tris POV

"I told you to get him out of here!" Marcus screamed. He stomps over to the bed were Tobias and I fell asleep. He yanked Tobias out of the bed and push him on his knees; pulling out a gun. "Any last words, son?" Marcus clicks a bullet into the chamber.

"Marcus, please don't do this!" I sobbed.

"As I said, any last words?" Marcus hissed at Tobias. Tobias look at me with tears running down his cheeks.

" Tris, I lov-" Tobias was cut off with a bullet in his chest. "-e you." With that he falls in his own blood.

"It's your turn, whore. Last words?" Marcus jeered

"You sick son of a-"I jump up with a wet face. Just a dream. But it felt so real. I did fall asleep, but where is Tobias? Then I see a note on my dresser.

Tris-

I'm sorry about the way I left. I'm sorry about my father. I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. I'm sorry about everything. I need to see you again; missing you already. I don't want you to get hurt for trying to see me. I'll come to you in a week; by the old Ferris Wheel, midnight. I love you. Be Brave Tris

-Tobias

I have tears rolling on my cheeks. Yesterday wasn't a nightmare. I hear someone climbing the stairs but they're too light to be Marcus. Sophie has tear stains on her face as well. Why would she be crying? Did Marcus not keep his end of the deal?

"Tris! Are you okay? I've been looking for you everywhere!" Sophie whisper-yells. No. She's just worried about me.

"I'm fine. Can you help me up?" I say with caution. I don't want her to ask questions.

"Tris, what happen?" She walks up to me and puts one hand on my back and slowly lifting me up. Her eyes start to get glassy again.

"I'm okay, Sophie. Just sore." Great. How did that sound? "What time is it?"

"It's six in the morning. Tris? Please don't shut me out."

"I'm not shutting you out!" I say a little more harshly than I meant. "I'm trying to protect you." I say softer. "Please stop asking questions." She just nods in return and leaves.

The Choosing Ceremony is in two hours. I have to take a shower; but Marcus is already at the door. With his signature evil smirk on his face.

"Did you enjoy yesterday evening? I know I did. Are you hurting?" He has a fake concern tone. If I didn't know him I could have been fooled. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. All I can do is nod. He brings his hand up, I flinch, and he puts it on my cheek. Making me look up at him, he says "It will get easier with more practice." I can feel a bile rising in the back of my throat.

"Yes sir. May I go now sir?" he steps aside, letting me pass; but not without a kiss. I almost throw up on him, but swallow it at the late second. When I get in the bathroom, I lock the door immediately; I break down and start crying silently; again. Putting the water on scorching hot; trying to burn his hands off me. Still feeling filthy and dirty by the time I get out.

Skip time to Choosing Ceremony

I find my place in line. Between Susan and Eric. Eric. I hate that bastard, and I've only known him for less than a day. I have no idea what to do stay or go, be trapped or be free, be brave or be selfless. I have Sophie to think about, but on the other hand I have Tobias waiting for me. Selfless or Brave? Now I'm starting to panic, can't feel my fingers, can't hear over the sound of my heart beat. Eric is talking but I still can't get my ears to work. He walks away; accepting the knife. Now it's my turn… I see Marcus in the middle of the room, smirking. I take the knife from him and walk over to the bowls. Sophie's fate or mine? There is no need for a discussion in my head. Sophie is the last thing I have of my mother. I have to save her, fight for her, die for her. I cut my palm; a little too deep, I feel the sting. I allow the blood to collect in my hand, before I tilt my hand on its side. Letting the blood spill over the gray stones. I choose to stay, to be trapped, to be selfless, to be Marcus's slave, to save Sophie, to save my last piece of my mother. I can feel Marcus's smile growing. I look over at him and sigh in defeat. I walk over to the other Abnegation initiates. I fall sitting down on the concrete floor and letting a tear to fall quietly. Only one tear. Then pull it together. The tears are burning in the back of my eyes when I see the Dauntless sprinting out the door. I want to follow them. I need to follow I look over I see the Candor girl that helped me up yesterday- Christina- looking through me, looking at my soul; then she disappears.

Abnegation are the last to leave; we have to clean up after all the factions. By the time we're done, we leave for dinner. Initiates have their own dormitory; after initiation we have the choice to live at home or live in a different house. Initiation is not all that different from our lives we are a custom to. We just don't go to school, live without our parents, and we do a lot more volunteer work.

Our instructor, Jason, is not much older than me. Maybe a year or two years older. He's quite handsome if he wasn't buried in gray. He has short, jet-black hair, icy blue eyes, six foot one; I probably as tall as is collarbone, muscular for Abnegation.

There is nine of us; five Abnegation-borns, two Candor, one Erudite, and one Amity. Susan, Robert, Jessi, Kyle, and I are Abnegation-borns. Nicki and Paulo are-were Candor, they look like siblings. Ezra was Erudite and Joy was form Amity. We make dinner in silence. Everyone looks down; not making eye contact.

"Sooo… This is a bit awkward…" Paulo says shyly. Nicki smacks him teasingly on the arm. "Ouch! I just said what everyone was thinking." I chuckle, and put my hand over my mouth to stop the laugher from spilling out. When was the last time I laughed? I sigh and we continue to prepare dinner. Tonight is the first night Marcus and Sophie are at home alone. I hope he keeps his end. I volunteer to take out the garbage; walking outside. Suddenly I feel a strong hand clamp around my wrist dragging me backwards. What the hell?