Tris POV

I don't want to be here. And by here I don't mean this small town. Or even this state or country. I mean this world. But I'm here and everyone says that everyone has a purpose so I guess I'm here for a reason.

Personally, I can't see what good I could do. I'm just a small, weak, emotionally messed up girl. What could I possibly do to make my life have meaning? I'm probably one of those people who are just here to help others achieve their purposes.

Then again, I don't really interact with other people so I'm not quite sure how I could affect other lives, but whatever. I'll just keep on living but not really living. Blending into the background, complaining about how shitty and fucked up my life is. Being boring, old me.

Four POV

It's not easy having two personalities. One who is a perfect, happy, popular, mysterious, jock called Four. That's who all my friends and classmates know. The other one is the weak, scared, little boy I am at home.

You see my dad abuses me. He whips me with his belt, slaps me, kicks me, shoves me in the closet, and makes me feel worthless. Everyday I say to myself, "This will be the day I stand up to my dad," but that never happens.

I love my life with my friends, but the second I get home; I lose my will to live. No one understands my pain. My friends would probably support me, but they would never look at me the same way if they knew. And they could never really understand how it feels to want to live, but want to die at the same time.