Divergent, Eric: When She Came

Prologue.

Prologue.

I never knew it had to come to this. I really didn't want to do this.

"She didn't want this!" A friend of my Dad's screamed. Tears trickled down my cheek. "Have you ever considered how Cassidy is feeling?"

It's Cassie, I thought. I hate Cassidy.

It was dark outside, my hair was up in a high bun, and all of my clothes were black: shirt, jacket, jeans and boots.

I can't believe in actually doing this.

"Well, she told me that she was perfectly fine getting married to that wealthy man! He has the looks, he has the wealth and he sure as hell loves my daughter, so what's the problem?"

I scoffed, he wants to hear what he wants to hear. Tiptoeing to my window and pressing it wide open, enough that I can easily climb the tree.

I've been thinking about this moment for months. How I was going to do it and which direction I was going. Its all been planned.

"Problem? Problem? Do you even hear yourself right now? That girl doesn't want to be married. She's too young for such of a step in her life!"

I've had enough, so gripping my small backpack, containing many underwear, socks and coloured clothes to blend in, some money if I needed it. I hung off the tree branch and dropped the ten feet to the floor.

My skin trembled as I began to walk in darkness. I hated the dark. Always have. But not as much as I hated him. Dad. For putting me through shit.

By the end of the street I could still hear my Dad bellowing his words at his friend. He didn't care what everyone else thinks, all he cared about his work and his own health.

I learned to cook by myself when I was ten. And it wasn't the best of my memories.

My mother wasn't around. Dad says she's at work, but I think she left. Left me all alone to deal with him.

And it wasn't exactly a walk in the park, either.

The street lights started to fade behind me, and I became aware that I was walking in pure darkness. It was like I was walking into my future blind: which I kind of am.

And I liked it. A lot.

Living at the edge of town, at night I would always stare out beyond our town, and every time I did, I saw lights. In the day I couldn't see the city. It was like it was my imagination. Or the cities beyond ours didn't exist entirely.

My bag seemed heavier with each step, like the boots were weighing me down, telling me to stop and turn around and go back home. Back to where I've just escaped.

No, I told myself. And every time my feet shouted in protest, I continued in my dark journey. Maybe to my death, maybe for the better.

When light came, I groaned. I managed to find shelter. A big boat. I changed clothes to all white, and shoved the rest of the clothes in my bag before setting off again.

As my stomach grumbled, I looked at my feet then looked up.

In front of me was a huge fence; clearly keeping something in.

I was curious, and I'm going to find out.

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C.I.