DAISY // Levi Ackerman

CHAPTER ONE - Prologue

You've never really felt a part of your family.

It's not like they hate you, or you them. It is more like they have an image of you that you can't seem to shake, and they don't realize how this image is nothing like the real you. They expect you to be the pinnacle of peace and kindness in the warm and loving faction of Amity.

You most definitely are not that. You are hot headed, and it's easy for your emotions to take over rational thought and you are quick to act on it even if you know you shouldn't. You are quick to judge, unlike how you are taught to be in Amity. You are taught to forgive and forget rather than hold grudges for mistakes that you could easily make for yourself, but it isn't as easy as your teachers and parents and acquaintances make it look and act like it is.

Your parents like to ignore your emotional instability and act as though you are like them and everyone else in your faction. They smile warmly and talk with their words coated in honey and forgive you even if they know your mistakes were wrong. They are the ideal image of Amity, of peace, of warmth and kindness and forgiveness. You definitely did not inherit any of this from them. Maybe your mother had an affair with a Dauntless member. But then again, that would go against her perfect vision of peace in Amity life.

Living in Amity, you are expected of certain things and have requirements to continue living there. They expect you to be your kindest self, always forgiving anyone for mistakes and sharing your empathy with others. Every day is the same- you wake up early at dawn, with the sun barely peeking through your windows, and eat your healthy yet average breakfast of toast with fruit jelly that everyone eats with the kindest grin on their faces while you hide your deep grimace. You go to the farm, collecting berries from the ripe bushes into your wicker basket with the wind blowing back your hair from your face and take them back to the wash station where you pass them off to the cleaners, who smile at you widely as if you had just provided them the sun in the sky. Your day continues on like this, collecting the ripe fruit and vegetables off trees and bushes and from the ground and eating less than subpar meals under the basis of it being healthy for you. Then, after a long day being outside under the sweltering, virtually year long summer sun, you head back to your humble room in your parents' abode. You change from your burnt orange long dress worn with dirt into your cream flowy sleep clothes worn with age. The warm and bare beige walls in your bedroom stare back at you, reflecting your inner thoughts of this life in a faction you don't want to be in. You ignore them, and you try to sleep, yet spending your night tossing and turning in your thin sheets trying to get rid of the yearning you have in your mind for a different life. The days blend into one another with how repetitive they get and before you know it you have lived a long eighteen years dreading every new day, every new rise of the sun against the lowering of the moon.

As you lay in your flat, worn-out mattress for the last time, you can't help but feel your heart pumping from the compressed excitement for the next day for the first time in your life. Tomorrow, you would choose your faction to be in for the rest of your life. Tomorrow, your life will finally, actually, really begin.

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short and sweet to start off the story! i found this buried in the back of my docs from a few years ago and figured maybe its time to finish it and actually post it haha 😅i had the first five chapters done soo we'll see how long this phase of productiveness actually lasts lol