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Chapter I. Some Scars Can't Be Healed

BEATRICE

Today is another day of school. I stare at the drawer, reminiscing myself to stick with Abnegation customs about mirrors. However, I don't feel like I fit in here. I always find myself looking at my reflection in mirrors or even puddles. Not for the sake of vanity, but curiosity. A lot can happen to someone in the three months one in Abnegation must wait to look at their reflection, and when they do, it only lasts about five minutes. Temptation. I sigh, knowing I can't control mine. I walk over to the wall, and push the sliding door, revealing a full size mirror.

It is the only one in my house, as most Abnegations barely even own one, but having a father in the Government gets you perks. In the mirror, I see a petite, small girl with electric blue-grey eyes, a perfect nose, a well-balanced featured face, and golden blond hair. As an Abnegation, or Stiff, as most other factions call us, we do not call ourselves to attention. I try not to stand out, and hide myself in the traditional baggy grey clothing of the faction, but others just make me stand out. At school, I can't even count how many times I am catcalled and flirted with. Everyone else gossips about me, how I am so beautiful and that they are jealous or that they want me. I only keep my head down and continue onto my next class.

"Beatrice? Come on, we're late for school." Caleb's sudden appearance makes me jump. He's my older brother, but only by 8 months, so we are in the same school year. His dark brown hair and crystal green eyes do not match my gold blond hair that reaches my hips and grey-blue eyes.

I have my mother's trait of being adventurous, while Caleb adopted my father's thirst for knowledge.

What factions did they come from? I wish they'd tell us, but it is not allowed in Abnegation.

The way he parts his mouth slightly looks like he wants to ask questions, but that would be too self-indulgent.

Caleb is like, genetically engineered to be Abnegation.

He is one of the most selfless people in Abnegation.

The first thing I notice is that his bag seems fuller and bulkier, and his hands are full of textbooks. He always had a thirst for knowledge. "Okay." Caleb and I walk to the front of our house.

All the houses in Abnegation are small, box-shaped, and plain grey. Well, with the exception of the government sector, where we live. The homes are slightly larger with more furniture, and a small lawn of grass in the front of the house. We make our way towards the bus stop, where the other Abnegation kids wait. I stand next to Susan and Robert, our neighbors, and we make the normal Abnegation greeting, a nod. Susan seems to have a thing for Caleb, and vice versa, and Robert and I are forced to tag along. Robert seems to stare at me all the time, but the other Abnegation boys and other factions' also stare at me.

The grey bus pulls up to the curb, and just when I am about to step onto the bus, Caleb grabs my arm, holding me back, and offers the rest of the kids seats. Once we are on the bus, there seems to be no available seats open. I stand next to Caleb, just as an Abnegation boy offers me seat. I thank him, and sit down. I look up to see Caleb glaring at me.

Right… 'Offer and put others before you' blahblahblah. When the bus pulls up to the bus circle at the front of the school, we stop and exit the bus. As normal, with Caleb offering others to go ahead, we exit the bus last. The half circled bus drop-off is ordered for the different Faction's buses. It goes Amity, Abnegation, Candor, and Erudite. The Dauntless use trains. Next month is the Aptitude test.

Then choosing day.

My escape.

I step off the bus, bracing myself for the normal catcalls. Immediately as I walk into the hallway, I am greeted with everyone's stares. Caleb goes off to his class, always early. I start to get uncomfortable, so I turn to my locker.

I open it and grab my books, and I turn around, closing it. I run into a wall. I look up and see it's not a wall, but a boy, with jet-black hair, brown eyes, and black and white clothing. Candor. He is quite handsome, but his eyes hide cruelty and arrogance in them.

By now, everyone is staring at us.

I blush and begin to apologize. "I'm so sorry for running into you!" I say.

The boy smirks and says, "It's okay. Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to hang out anytime. If Abnegation allows that type of thing."

I recall that he is apparently the 'dream boy' of Candor.

But he bullies many other Abnegations.

Ugh.

I sigh, as this is my normal daily rejection process. "I'm sorry, really I am, but I'm not sure I'd like to do that kind of thing."

I am interrupted by the loud noise ringing throughout campus.

Saved by the bell.

Everyone stops staring and walks off into their classes. I do the same.

-o0o-

While walking to my next class through the deserted hallways-I had to stay late because I helped the teacher, forced by Caleb-after Faction History, my arm is roughly grabbed.

Before I know it, I am blindfolded and violently pushed against something hard which makes a metallic 'cling', probably a locker.

I start to scream, but a hand covers my mouth. "Look, I don't get rejected, okay Stiff?!"

Rejected.

It's the boy from earlier.

He rips off my blindfold, bringing me vision and I stare into his greedy, malicious eyes that look me up and down, and ties it over my mouth.

"Let's have some fun, shall we Beatrice?" He pulls out something metallic.

A knife. He starts at my dress, cutting and ripping it. By now I am only in my undershirt, which is so tight that no one has ever seen me in. He cuts off my tights, leaving me in my grey lingerie.

Lord, kill me now.

He removes the gag from my mouth and snaps it back over my teary eyes.

I struggle to escape his death-grip on me when he forces his tongue down my throat. He starts to cut my arms and legs, the metal sharp knife piercing red through my skin. My attempted shouts of distress come out as muffled speech.

He starts removing his pants and I scream a bloodcurdling scream that rings around the halls.

Someone, please save me.

He shuts me up by slamming his lips onto mine and he pulls at my grey bra strap. I sob harder and attempt to scream louder.

It fails.

I am left with nothing. No piece of clothing to cover me at all.

I sob harder and I black out.

-o0o-

My achy body stirs and I sit up, finding myself in the dark. I immediately touch my sore legs and arms to find them not bare, but wearing the same clothing as before.

Was it all a dream?

I stand up, using my arm to guide my way. I feel a light switch and flick it on, to find myself locked in the janitor's closet in the school. I clutch my crotch which aches.

Fear pierces through my heart like the knife from earlier when I see a note and something wrapped in a tissue next to it. I carefully bend down, wincing in the process, and pick it up.

It reads-

Dear Beatrice,

you are probably wondering why you are achy, sore, and locked in the janitor's closet.

Well, I put you in there for safe keeping. I had a fun time with you, ;) and I hope we can do it again.

But hopefully, I won't have to do it by force.

~The Dashing, Sexy, Candor DreamBoy

I unwrap the tissue and tears instantly rush from my eyes.

"NO!" I scream. I drop to the floor, hugging my legs and sobbing, dropping the opened condom package.

He.

Raped.

Me.

The thought of him doing that brings more tears to my eyes. I burst out of the closet and look at my watch, seeing that it is five minutes before school ends.

I run out of the school, tears flowing against my eyes at the speed I am running at.

The moment I arrive home, I say a quick hello to my parents and make an excuse that I have to help out at the Factionless sector.

I run, I don't know where, but I just run. I stop in the Factionless sector and I cry.

I cry and cry. I already have too much on my mind, with the test and choosing day, but raped? At least I'm not pregnant.

And the cuts on my arms aren't bloody anymore, they still sting, but they are hidden underneath my long-sleeves.

I cry more at the thought of this. After my tears have run out, and my face is puffy and salty, I wash up and run home.

After a dinner and having many excuses having to be created to told to my parents-I could never be Candor-I take a shower, wincing and having all of my will not to burst out sobbing on the shower floor and screaming when the hot water pounds onto my cut arms and legs.

I sob quietly, and I get dressed and get into my bed.

I try to cry, but my puffy face and eyes have run out of salty tears. I move around repeatedly in my bed because of my sore and stinging muscles and crotch.

My fists clench up, and my fingernails dig into my palms.

I will have revenge.

FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT UNDERSTAND MY TERRIBLE WRITING, SHE WAS RAPED BY THE CANDOR BOY BUT ISNT PREGNANT BECAUSE OF PROTECTION.

PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT I DID NOT WANT TO WRITE THE SCENE TOO DISCRIPTIVE BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO SURPASS THE T RATING.

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