Disclaimer: I am not and never will be Veronica Roth… sadly

Tris POV:

My name is Beatrice Prior and lets just say I haven't had the best life...

~Flashback~

"Beatrice hurry up! We're going to miss our flight!"

"I'm coming go ahead and start the car!" I yell back. Today we're moving from Chicago to California and I am currently running behind on my packing. Just as I'm running down the stairs with about a million luggage a in my hand I trip over one of my luggage and fall to the floor. From inside the house I can hear the rumbling of the car driving towards the airport. Caleb probably under the impression I'm in the car. Our parents already left earlier this morning. I rush to my feet and run out to the porch to already see the moving van gone.

I don't have my phone with me so I have no way in contacting him and tell him to turn around. So the only thing left to do is sit on the porch and silently sob.

I sob for maybe hours or minutes until two huge men in black coats throw a bag over my head and all I remember after that is the sickening sound of them chuckling...

When I finally wake up I see I'm tied up to a chair arms, legs, everything leaving it pointless trying to struggle. The two men I once saw come into the dim light this time showing their faces. They both wear evil smiles upon their faces making me grimace thinking of what they might do to me. I immediately recognize them from their expressions. Marcus lives across the street from me with a son around my age. Then there's Peter. He's always had a thing for me but I always rejected him thinking he probably only liked me for my boobs or something.

"Hello Beatrice."

"What the hell do you want Marcus?" I say with as much confidence I can muster.

"Well aren't we in a bad mood Beatrice." He says in a sickening teasing voice. That's when the talking stops and the beatings begin.

~Flashback over~

I was 13 when Marcus and Peter captured me now at the age of 17 they still do. Marcus still lives at his house across the street but he occasionally comes over to Peter's house (where I am currently being help captive) to watch or cause the countless beatings I've endured. I have always wondered how Marcus's son puts up with such a monster. Or if he's playing good dad to his son and just hates me. To prevent anyone from finding out who I really am they changed my name to Tris and changed my whole appearance.

My once short blonde hair is now long and waist length and has black streaks. I have tattoos and piercings everywhere. I actually don't mind my new look but it's the way I've grown that worries me. I've seemed to have filled out more since I was 13 and by the looks of it Marcus and Peter won't be able to keep their hands off me tonight. Since I was 13 I have been homeschooled so for punishment they would whip me even more.

But this year that all changes. They are finally sending me to high school along with Peter since he is my age to keep an eye on me to make sure I'm not having any fun. Today's my first day of school and I am currently wearing a UCLA sweatshirt, jeans, and my combat boots. I stand in front of the school shaking slightly not knowing if it's from excitement for freedom, or from complete terror.

I walk up the steps and push the doors open to find happy go lucky teens talking loudly to one another, smiling and laughing. I go to the front desk and see what I believe is the secretary.

"My name is Tris can I get my schedule?" I ask almost harshly.

"Sure can. Mind telling me your last name?" She says with a smile despite my harsh attitude.

"I don't have one." I reply honestly. I can't remember my last name at all. But I faintly remember Caleb and what he looked like but I can't remember my parents it's as if I were brain washed.

"Oh well I'm sure I will find it hold on a second."

With that she goes off rummaging around looking for my schedule. When she finally finds it she says 'goodbye' which I only reply with a cold shoulder. For first period I have math, second period science, third period free, fourth period free, lunch, sixth period art, seventh period music, and lastly gym. Doesn't seem that hard. I decide on my free periods I'll go to the gym to practice my fighting.

When I was 14 I started sneaking out late at night to practice self defense but I haven had the courage to actually fight them. As the classes fly by lunch finally comes around. Oh how I have dreaded this moment. For the past four periods this girl named Christina constantly follows me around like a freaking stalker even on my free periods and invites me to sit with her, with me always declining.

I grab my lunch that Marcus packed which only consists of an apple as they are trying to starve me to death. I sit down in the corner of the cafeteria alone listening to the candor have a debate, amity play patty cake, the erudite having a civil conversation, abnegation sit quietly, and lastly my group the dauntless screwing off.

I continue to eat my apple when a group of people along with that Christina girl walks towards my table. The entire group is made up of dauntless all smiling except for one blue-eyed boy.

I just turn around and continue eating my apple. They all gather around the table and sit down and begin talking to me.

"Is that all your eating?" Christina asks me.

"Yes, it's all I'm allowed to eat" I add the last part silently hoping no one heard me.

"Oh well let me introduce you to my friends..."

I cut her off before she can continue. "Don't you get it? My answer is no. I don't want nor need friends. It would only end up badly and my life is already shit right now so just leave me alone." I say through gritted teeth and turn on my heel walking out the cafeteria.

Just as I'm leaving I faintly hear a boy from the table yell after me, "We won't give up that easily!"

This is going to be a long year.

As I'm walking around the school I feel a hand on my shoulder instantly making me tense up. I turn around and see the blue eyed boy standing in front of me. He looks so much like Marcus I cower back afraid of what he'll do to me.

"My names Four." He says sticking out his hand gesturing for me to shake his hand.

"Tris" I say slowly shaking his hand with a firm grip.

"Look I just came to say sorry about my friends. I was the same as you when I first started here. But they somehow managed to get me to be their friend. One last thing. They aren't going to give up that easily."

He says the last sentence while walking backwards towards the cafeteria while smirking.

"Yeah well I don't give up that easily either and I don't plan on giving up anytime soon!" I yell after him making sure he heard me.

Damn he was hot. God what is wrong with me! He will never like me back. If he ever finds out what's been happening to me he'll leave me faster than a blink of an eye.

I head over to art and the secretary from this morning apparently is the teacher. Yippee! Sarcasm intended. She begins the class saying for the rest of the week we will be doing individual performances showing any skill we might have to the class. It can be singing or just playing an instrument.

I decide to get it up and over with so I don't have too much stress on my shoulders. I walk up the stage and grab the keyboard. As I am setting up I can hear a couple snickers and whispering from sluts to jocks.

"She can sing?" Some slut says putting emphasis on the 'she' as if saying my name will cause a deadly disease that will cause the earth and everything on it to go into oblivion.

"Yeah right I bet she dresses better than she sings. And have you seen what she's wearing?" I just roll my eyes at their stupidity.

"This is a song I wrote recently and it's called This Goodbye." I say with a sad smile. (Actually by Beth Crowley) I then walk over to the keyboard and microphone thinking of my lost brother with every word.

"My world caught fire

You're the one who lit the spark

Now I'm playing with matches

All alone here in the dark

I had to learn the hard way

That salvation has its price

But I'll never forgive myself

That you were the sacrifice

I can't bring myself to say goodbye

I walk with my head up, say I'm fine but that's a lie

Your face will always haunt me

It's my comfort and my curse

I can't imagine any feeling could be worse

Than this goodbye

Some days the guilt inside

Becomes too much to bear

I stopped seeking redemption

I can't bring myself to care

I know I should be stronger

Because I think that's what you'd want

You'd be so ashamed if you

could see the nothing I've become

I can't bring myself to say goodbye

I walk with my head up, say I'm fine but that's a lie

Your face will always haunt me

It's my comfort and my curse

I can't imagine any feeling could be worse

Than this goodbye

I'm so sorry that I couldn't save you

you gladly would have taken my place

I wanted to always protect you

But I broke every promise I made

Please don't leave me

I can't bring myself to say goodbye

I walk with my head up, say I'm fine but that's a lie

Your face will always haunt me

It's my comfort and my curse

I can't imagine any feeling could be worse

Than this goodbye"

I sing the last note with tears in my eyes but not allowing them to fall. I will never let them fall. I look up to see the entire class in shock I just laugh half heartedly and walk/run out of the class room hearing faint clapping in the distance. I just keep running until I find my self in a hallway. I sit up against the lockers my head in my hands and start to sob heavily. I have been strong for so long, why did I have to break now? After all these years of trying to stay strong with my head help high I finally break.

I guess you could say, I'm crying not because I am weak but because I have been strong for too long.

I am still sobbing rather heavily might I add until I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. I look up to see the royal blue eyes that will haunt my dreams forever. His face suddenly becomes cold and Marcus's face appears. I cower back.

"Please don't hurt me. Please please please. Please Marcus Please." I repeat as I start to cry again.

Four's face looks a cross between hurt and confusion. That's when I realize what I've done.

AN: First off I know this is like my second story and I haven't been here long but I had this idea and decided to publish it before anyone else had the chance. It's sorta the same but is also slightly different. I changed the lyrics just slightly to make it fit the story but oh well.

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