The bruises on my face had started to fade to a light yellow color by the time it was family visiting day. We had already faced two more of our fears and although there were no visible bruises from them, they left their mark on our souls. The morning of visiting day everyone's spirits were up because even if their family didn't come, at least no one had to go under the fear simulation for another day.

Like usual I was ready before everyone else. I was debating on what to do today since I had no family that could come visit me, perhaps I'd wander the Dauntless, get a tattoo or find somewhere to see a few minutes of sunshine. Before my decision was made Four, Eric and Max (the highest ranking Dauntless leader) were in the room. I thought it strange that all of them were there for a chat.

"Today, some of you will get to see your old family's," Eric started. "I advise you not to seem too attached because they are your old family and if you want to become a Dauntless, you need to realize that."

The group nodded their understanding and continued to get ready. I sat on the corner of my bed talking to Christina.

"No," I said to her. "There is on one to visit me today."

"Well you should still come to the pit. You could meet some of our family's. My family would love to know that I've made some great friends here," she said smiling at me.

"Maybe after you've visited for a bit I'll stop by," I said diplomatically eyeing Four, Eric and Max who came up to us.

"Actually Stiff," Eric said with a smirk, "there is someone here to see you."

My eyes gave away my confusion, "My family is gone, probably dead, and so, I have no one who would visit me."

"Well, it seems that someone considers you family, and it just so happens that he is one of the city's leaders," Max told me carefully. "Which is why Dauntless leaders will supervise your visit. We don't normally get people of such high authority unannounced of visiting day."

"Marcus is here?" My voice was barely audible.

"You don't have to see him," Four said quickly. "Everyone has a choice of not meeting the people from their past."

"Why wouldn't she want to see him," Eric challenged. He knows, I thought. He must have watched my simulation videos. He knows that in the first one, I experienced him beating me. In the second he raped me. And in the third, I was completely alone. He stared at me waiting for my response, waiting for me to admit weakness. He was playing a game that I couldn't win.

"I guess I'll have a short visit, he did come all this way," I said.

Eric looked a bit shocked but lead me out of the room and down to the pit. Eric and Max start talking and I fell back next to Four. "You don't need to go to the pit," I said. "It'll be okay."

He looks torn; relieved I said he didn't have to go but still considering how he should. Finally he came to a conclusion, "I'll stand far enough away so I don't have to interact with him but I'll be close enough if anything happens."

I'd rather him not even see his father but it was a compromise I was willing to accept. We had about twenty feet until we entered the pit and my palms started to sweat. I was anxious about my clothes- a short black skirt, a black blouse that showed about an inch of my midriff, a comfy black, thick cardigan and black boots. I didn't look they way he'd want me to, I panicked internally. But wait, why did I care? I'm not his, I'm my own person and I am strong, Dauntless.

As we entered the pit Four fell back. I saw Marcus across the room and my heart dropped. He smiled once he saw him but it looked full of pain and sadness. His manipulation game was spot on.

"Ana," He said breaking from traditional Abnegation norms to hug me. The moment he let go of me I stepped back.

"Hello," I said looking straight into his eyes. I was not going to falter; I was going to prove I am stronger than my fears. Or, at least I was going to make it look like I was since Eric and Max were watching our every move.

"How is initiation going, honey," he asked with a look of concern as he grazed my fading bruise on my cheek. I felt like I was going to vomit in disgust, he was touching me. I clenched my teeth and too another pretty obvious step back.

"I am doing alright in initiation. I'm great with a gun, good with knives and getting stronger in fights. The mental aspect of training is draining but dealing with pain and fear is nothing new to me," I said looking at him fiercely.

"Yes Ana, you have had to face a lot of pain with your family disappearing on you," he said in a fake, soft and loving, voice. I knew he was furious because I left him and now I wasn't giving the satisfaction of cowering at his feet. I broke eye contract because I was anxious the trembling that was inside me would show through my eyes. I noticed a lot of people in the pit were staring at us. Marcus was a very recognizable person in the city. It put even more pressure on me to act the right way, like a Dauntless.

"But why did you choose to leave? I know back at home holds a lot of painful memories but you aren't Dauntless. You aren't harsh, loud or crazy." As he spoke I saw Eric and Max look angry, Marcus saw it too but he didn't stop. "You're quite, small, selfless and mine."

I could not hide my look of anger and disgust. I was not his. I was not his. "I may be small but I am brave. I may be quiet but I will not sit by while some gets hurt. And I am definitely not yours." I spat my words at him hoping they'd seep into him like venom.

Eric and Max seemed to be satisfied with my answer and Marcus looked crestfallen- the actor he was, almost convinced me. He placed a hand on my shoulder and kept it there. I tried with all my might to ignore it but the weight of it started to have its effect on me. Slowly my body started to react by shaking. This put a smile on Marcus's face. It encouraged him because he knew he still had power over me. He took a step closer. Fear started to rise from my chest to my face, almost leaking out of my eyes.

"Oh Ana, I've missed you," he whispered so only I could hear him.

Pressure started to build in my eyes. I must not cry, I told myself. I looked up at Eric; he was watching me very closely, analyzing my real life reactions to my deepest fears. He was not Four but I was hoping he'd find compassion and help me. I begged him with my eyes.

"You're not involved with that one are you," Marcus hissed with jealously. I broke eye contact from Eric, he wasn't going to help and our stare down was getting noticed.

"No," I said. "How about a song? You always enjoyed my singing."

Marcus smiled, this is how he liked me, compliant and thinking of his wants. He released me and nodded.

I took a deep breath. My voice started quite but after the first verse gained power.

I'm a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm.

And the scars that mark my body, they're silver and gold,

My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones,

It keeps my veins hot, the fire's found a home in me.

I move through town, I'm quiet like a fight,

And my necklace is of rope, I tie it and untie.

And now people talk to me, but nothing ever hits home

People talk to me, and all the voices just burn holes.

I'm done with it (ooh)

In the last line of that verse, I let go of my fears. My voice was loud and strong, not delicate and weak. People in the pit started to notice. I ignore the extra attention and kept singing.

This is the start of how it all ends

They used to shout my name, now they whisper it

I'm speeding up and this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart

We're at the start, the colours disappear

I never watch the stars, there's so much down here

So I just try to keep up with the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart

I dream all year, but they're not the sweet kinds

And the shivers move down my shoulder blades in double time

And now people talk to me, I'm slipping out of reach now

People talk to me, and all their faces blur

But I got my fingers laced together and I made a little prison

And I'm locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me

I'm done with it (ooh)

Once I was done, I looked at Marcus. The people in the pit cheered for me. I ignored them, I didn't sing for them, I sang for myself. The song was Dauntless. I was Dauntless. He couldn't hurt me anymore.

"I think you should leave," I said with conviction.

As I turned to walk away he grabbed my arm, "You stupid little girl. You need to learn your place. Without me you'd be Factionless. With out me you'd be nothing. You were mine, what made you think you could leave? You little wh—"

I cut him off, "No, without you I'd have less scars." I tore his hand away from my arm and gave him a quick shove. He fell back, not hard but I made my point.

The pit was silent. We had made quite a scene. I stalked out.