A/N- I just read Divergent by Veronica Roth, and it is one of the best books I've ever read. If you've read it too, great, if not, this will make no sense unless you have.

Peter POV, One-Shot

Disclaimer- I don't own anything.

Paralyzed

As soon as Four injected me with the simulation serum, I knew something was horribly wrong.

I blinked, clearing my head as the landscape around me started to form. I could just make out the form of a woman advancing towards me. I shook my head and advanced towards her.

The mist around her started to clear, and my stomach dropped as I saw the familiar features of my mother. She was in the traditional Candor shades of black and white, and I was about to run to her when her sweet features shifted into an ugly grimace.

I stopped in my tracks, apprehensive of what was sure to come next. She seemed to grow in size and stature, until she appeared to be roughly seven feet tall. Her mouth opened and I braced myself, preparing for what was surely my worst fear.

Her words swirled around me, cutting to my bone. "Peter, you were never a true Candor and you will never be a true Dauntless. All of my hard work, all of their hard work has been wasted on you. You are a failure and a disappointment, and you will NEVER be good enough!"

I stiffened as her words lashed out against me. With a shock, I felt the warm trickle of blood on my cheek. My eyes widened and I saw miniscule cuts appearing on my arms and legs. Her words were literally tearing me apart, and with each sentence she spoke I could feel myself weakening.

My head spun as every thought I've ever prayed wasn't true was spoken by the person I trust most. I could feel my own blood running down my arms and all I wanted to do was give up and die.

I try to run away, but I'm paralyzed. I can't move, I can only stand here and listen to the tidal wave of insults aimed at my only vulnerability.

If it was really going to end, I wanted to end with dignity. My mother kept shouting, her words continued slicing into me. I felt numb, I couldn't think straight. I'm not even good enough to die a Dauntless. Not good enough.

I stumbled, falling on the ground. I can tell I'm going to die. It's growing inevitable. A person simply can't lose this much blood and be undamaged. I scream, my voice getting lost in the ever-continuing tornado of words.

My mother continues to yell, but I can no longer hear through the ringing in my ears. I can feel my heart beating slower and slower as it's running out of blood to pump.

I put my hand on my leg and it comes back drenched in blood. I can see the landscape getting fuzzier and I lose consciousness.

I open my eyes quickly and see the room where I got the injection. I feel my face for cuts and it comes back damp, but not with blood.

Four opens his mouth to ask me something, when I burst into tears.

I know I'll never be good enough for her.