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-JelloCello

Before I woke up, Marcus had left. As I peeled myself from the floor, I examined my bloody back. It was covered in previous scars as well as relatively new wounds. As I turned, I let out a strangled cry. In a bloody heap lay my sister. She was unconscious and barely holding on to life, but I knew that if I took her to the hospital, Marcus would kill me. So I cradled her in my arms, giving her fluids and as much care as possible from a simple first aid kit. If anyone knew about his daily "teachings", they would die, I would die, everyone but Marcus would die. And I couldn't let that happen. So, I nursed her for hours. After 12 hours of torture, waiting for her to wake up, her almost waking up before slipping back into a deep slumber, she stopped. The world stopped and I felt my heart skip five beats. I couldn't, I wouldn't, I was too scared to listen. Her heart was the only thing keeping me alive. The only thing. I couldn't bear the thought of listening, and hearing nothing. Just a blank stillness. But I had to. I knew it. I took her pulse. Nothing. I let out a cry, probably waking the entire neighborhood. She was gone. She slipped right through my fingers. My beautiful Angela. Was. Gone.

How did I let this happen? How could I let it happen? Why did this have to happen? Why were we the ones with the abusive parent? Why couldn't it have been someone else? Anyone else.

At least, why did she have to die? Why couldn't it have been me? No. If it had been me, she would have had to face the full fury of Marcus. She wouldn't have anyone to protect her. No one at all.

"You lucky little angel."

And I meant it.

I cried for hours, blaming myself for this-this totally messed up excuse for a life. That was gone.

After that terrible night, I felt nothing. No pain, no hurt, no love. Just a hard wall built around myself. And no matter how hard Marcus strikes, this wall wasn't breaking. No one can tear this wall down. I had known Marcus was shipping me out to Boston several weeks ago. He had already made arrangements for an apartment and school. Great. The new kid at school for senior year. Not weird at all. Not that I'm complaining; Zeke and Uriah are also planning on going to Boston with me. At least I won't be alone. I never really liked Uriah. He was too nice and funny and happy. Why? Because he didn't have an abusive father. No kidding. He was two years younger, and really immature. Whenever I didn't want to do something stupid, he called me a pansycake. Jerk.

My little Bea has probably forgotten about me. She was so young, I wonder what she'd looks like now. Anyway, there's no way she would ever recognize me. I am tall, muscular, and changed my name to Four. Not legally, of course. My dad would kill me. Literally.

On the bright side, I was finally going to meet my online friend, Tris A.K.A Closetnerd. When I was sixteen, I met her on a fanfiction website. She seemed sweet and was a really great writer. She played the cello and was supposed to be amazing. Based on her writing, I am pretty sure she's the same age as me. Hopefully, I will meet her soon. I get my results from my seating audition via email. Great. Concertmaster. Now I have to practice my pieces. Why did I have to be that good? When most people see me, they don't think I am a violinist. To be honest, I sure don't look like one. I don't blame 'em. A big, muscley guy coming in and playing a dainty violin? Pretty hard to imagine, if you ask me. Anyway, it turns out that Tris is in my orchestra. Great! I get to meet her while embarrassing myself in front of everyone! Zeke also got in, but he is pretty far back. What a loser. Uriah is at the back of the viola section. Lucky for him, there are only six violas.

When we arrived at the apartments, Zeke and Uriah's jaws dropped to the floor. I knew my dad had larger shares of the company than their mom. He practically owned the entire thing, even if it was co-founded. My dad had rented me a huge luxury apartment. It was larger than a house, and it had enough rooms to hold an army. I knew Marcus would provide me with good resources, considering many people are watching his every move. Thankfully, they expected me to be moving in a few days. Marcus had forbid me from telling anyone the move date-not even Tris-so the paps were sitting outside the mansion for days. I'm surprised they didn't hear the screams. Or the sound of my heartbeat. This is for your own good. I shivered. Those words that I had heard a thousand times rang in my head. Those words that was always accompanied by a belt. Those words would never leave me. This time, Zeke caught my shiver and gave me a questioning look.

"Dude, it's, like, eighty degrees in Boston. How are you shivering? Oh, I know how to make you sweat a bit. Why don't you," he taps his chin thoughtfully "oh, I don't know, help us MOVE YOUR FREAKING STUFF UP THE THOUSAND STAIRS IN THIS AWESOME APARTMENT!" Wow. That was- wow. Okay.

After a whole lot of grunts and groans, we have unloaded the truck. I didn't bring much with me, mostly just bags full of cash and some clothes. I knew Marcus would find my bank account at some point. He was abusive, not stupid. Instead of putting all of my fortune into the bank, I had decided to keep some handy. And by some, I pretty much meant 750K. Fun to be rich. Not fun to be me.

By the time school starts, I still haven't met Tris. That's fine, though. I will see her on Saturday. I change into black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black hoodie. I press my most treasured possession into my back pocket. It's a rock. Fun, right? No, it's a half a rock, half a flamed enclosed in a circle, and half of the reason I'm still alive. Bea and I made this before we moved away. Our two halves fit together perfectly. I always carry it around everywhere. We are inseparable, the rock and I. Like me and Bea. My busy little Bea. As Zeke, Uriah, and I arrive at school, we enter a hallway filled to the brim with people buzzing around. The hallway parts like the Red Sea, straight down the middle. Uriah and Zeke walk down a different hallway, getting to their classes. I walk down the hall while girls swarm around me. I push my way through them as they try to latch on to my arms. I wiggle free and bolt around the corner. Only to find even more people than before. I pull my hood up and follow the signs - I know, right. Signs? Yeah. The hallways have real street signs. As I get to Divergent Ave, I see a girl walk straight into a vending machine. Seriously? Well, she is blonde. Did I really just think that? Wow. I am low. She turns and sees everyone in the hall way watching her. She blushes in embarrassment and turns. She catches my eyes and she blushes even darker. She pulls up her hood and runs out of the hall. I saw the cord of a necklace hanging out of her black sweatshirt. Hey, she was wearing the same thing as me! How funny…? I wonder what her necklace is before walking on. I can't seem to get her image out of my mind. I saw her for less than a second, and I am already daydreaming about her. Wow. She had the prettiest gray eyes I have ever seen. She isn't pretty, per se, but she is striking. She demands attention while acting like she is allergic to it. She repels and attracts at the same time. She is amazing. And with that, I walk to Biology. On my way, I think more about that girl. How her hair flows so be-

I am interrupted by a short girl walking straight into my chest. Someone doesn't understand that if you want my attention, you have to do it with more believable acting. 'Accidents' don't just happen like that. I growl after being knocked out of my thoughts. I don't look at her face. She has blonde hair. Of course. Oh, not again! I seriously need to stop stereotyping blondes! Scowling, I bark at her. "Watch it, blondie."

She flinches. What a wimp. She gets a twisted look on her face and stalks off into a classroom. I look around the hallway and notice that that's my classroom. Looks like I'll need to face a 40 minute period with her. I walk in and see that every seat is full except for one. The tables are set for twos, and the only empty seat is next to yet another blonde. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I turn to her and see that she's listening to music. Better not bother her. I realize it is the vending machine girl. Her! I'm sitting next to her! She scowls at me. I mentally face palm myself. That's her. Locker girl. Oh. Well, that ruins my chances with her. Her body stiffens as a girl approaches me. She's showing off every inch of her body possible without violating the dress code. She tries to slide into my lap, but I put my hand up to her face and push her back. She stumbles into her group of dummies and turns beat red with either anger or embarrassment. Ha, that shows her! I turn to see the entire class laughing. Even vending machine/locker girl is smiling. She holds up her hand and I flinch. I relax, why would she hit me, idiot? Right. I realize I am staring at her hand and that she is staring at me. Right in the eyes. I shift uncomfortably and she seems to notice this. She scowls and turns back to the front. I realize that I left her hanging. Wow, real jerk move, Four. The teacher walks in, settling the class down. I go the entire class without knowing her name. I only have biology on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. It's Wednesday. I don't see her for the rest of the day. Strange, did she ditch? I wonder until the school bell rings on Friday. I catch a glimpse of her walking to her car. Nice car. A boy gets in with her. Wow, why couldn't I have guessed that she was dating someone? What an idiot I am. What an idiot.

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Um, no offense to blondes. No more stereotypical comments will be made. I can't exactly promise that. Sorry! No hurt feelings?

-JelloCello