Tris pov:
"Stop! Get away from me!" I scream crying. I squirm trying to get away from who has me pinned against the wall. His hands start groping my chest.
He starts pulling my shirt up.
"STOP!" I scream.
I sit up crying. ' it was just a dream' I think to myself, but it wasn't. It has already happened and is another memory that is haunting me.
I pull out my razor from my bedside table. I slit my wrists with my tears falling. Nobody is here for me. I can't do this. I put bandages on my wrists and cry into my knees. I could do it.
Nobody would miss me.
"A lot of people would miss you."
A little voice in the back of head whispers.
"Who is This?" I ask.
" I'm your Heavenly Father."
"So you're God?" I ask
"You are correct" he says.
"Okay well I might be up where you are very soon." I say looking down.
"Beatrice, even though I would love to have you up here, I have a purpose for you Down on earth, so I need you to fulfill that plan. " he says.
"What? why me? I'm nothing special-"
"Beatrice, I made you in my own image, you are Beautiful and it's your choice whether you see it or not. You will change the world." He says.
" Wow. Um okay." I say with tears in my eyes.
" I'm going to put everything into your hands then. I will give everything to you. I trust you." I say.
" That's very good Beatrice. Now, go and change the world" he says.
" Wait how?" I ask. There is no response. Ugh,
I guess I will have to figure it out myself.
Hey initiates! I am sorry if you are not religious, but this will effect the future of the story. And sorry that this is such a short chapter! So with that said,
Remember to be eaton that cake!
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Fan FiktionMy name is Beatrice Prior. There is something you should know about me. I was a 13 year old girl who was addicted, drank,smoked, and disobeyed every rule my parents gave me. It got really bad. I was put in rehab and was forced to move away from my...
