Hey guys! This is my first fanfic. I've been pondering on potential plots and I thought of one that I really want to write. The first chapter is short, but its only like that because it's the intro. I hope you like it! I own the plot, but not the characters, that privilege belongs to veronica Roth

Chapter 1

I kept running, running as far away from him as possible. I had had enough. I was done; I finally found the courage to run, to be anywhere but here. The brisk air nipped at my cheeks as I ran to the nearest bus station. I looked behind me, hoping, praying he wasn't following me. The sun had set less than two hours ago, but the city lights managed to light the streets, enough to see that there was indeed no one behind me. I ran for what seemed like hours, when in fact it was only twenty minutes. My tears were starting to dry on my face and I could taste the salt and dried blood on my lips.

I had almost forgotten the cut on my lip. The adrenaline pumping through my body numbed the pain I was feeling all over. I looked up and saw the bus station came into my view; I slowed down to catch my breath and tied the laces on my shoes. I straighten my jacket out and tried to wipe off some of the dried blood. I ran my hand through my hair to make myself look more presentable. I walked up to the purchasing window. I looked up at the man behind the glass; he looked not a day over 40. I followed his eyes and he must have been wondering about my busted lip and soon- to- be black eye.

"Hi" I said quietly. "How long until the next bus leaves?" I asked. I looked behind me again, just to make sure he didn't find me. I bit my lip, knowing that my paranoia was showing.

"About 10 minutes." He replied. "Are you alright ma'am?" He looked generally concerned.

"Um, yea I'm fine. I'd like to buy a ticket for that bus." I stared at him, waiting for him to tell how much.

"Don't you want to know where it goes?" He asked.

"As long as it gets me out of the city, I really don't care." He nodded his head and started to process the ticket.

"That'll be $184 please." I handed him the money from my jacket pocket. The day before, I went to the bank and pulled out all the money I had in my savings account. As soon as his behavior started to show, I knew one day he would just explode and I started to save my money, just in case something like this would happen. The man handed me the ticket and pointed to where the bus was loading.

I gave him a small smile and walked over to the bus. I quickly put the money back in my pocket and walked up the bus stairs, sitting towards the middle- end of the bus. I looked down at the ticket in my lap. 'Portland, Oregon.' That seemed far away enough. I placed the ticket in my jacket and closed my eyes. I felt the bus jolt to life and my worries slowly fading behind me as the bus left the station. I felt the darkness take over my exhausted body. When I wake up, I'll have a new life.