A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first fanfic for Divergent. I'm apologizing for the grammatical errors that follows. I do appreciate reviews very much. Let me know what you think:) It helps me update faster. -Chele

Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent.

"Are you hurt? Are you alright? Is there anything that i can do?"

I sighed. I'm tired of being weak.

I just shook my head and the nurse in turn walked out of my room.

A weak, little girl. That's what I am to them.

Someone who's helpless, someone who's fragile, and the worst-

Someone who can't fight for herself.

I am strong. But it seems like my apperance gets in the way. Damn it.

I noticed my reflection on the mirror beside my bed. Blonde hair, blue eyes, thin face, thin arms...thin all.

I move a little and in an instant, pain shoots through my right leg. It was wrapped around in bandages and held by a sling connected on the low ceiling, effectively elevating my right leg from the rest of my body.

I got into an accident again. Maybe that's why I get the impression from others of being weak...

I slumped back on the bed, exhaling a lot of air to release stress. The smell of fresh roses fills my senses and I scrunch up my nose in disgust. I tilt my head to its direction and a porcelain vase stands on the bedside table. A small blue card is placed beside it. I reached for it without getting up.

I visited a while ago, but you were too passed out. Welcome back to the hospital! Hahaha... I placed fresh roses here because I know you hate them. But seriously, be MORE CAREFUL -You know who I am judging by my great handwriting.

Caleb. That arrogant brother of mine. He is a part of a corporation named Erudite Inc., a known corporation for several high-standard hospitals in Chicago. My brother fit right in with them. Judging from the time when he already drowned himself in books when we were just kids, I knew where the path leads for him. He always has this natural curious look in his eyes everytime he interacts with other people. And the moment Jeanine Matthews, the owner of Erudite Inc., met him, I also knew that she found her next big 'thing'. That woman is all smarts, no emotions. What's the use of living if you can't feel anything anyway?

A ringing fills my ears and I realize it's from my mobile phone. I reached for it in my purse and answered just in time before the ringing ended.

"Beatrice, how are you?" my father's voice is heard on the other line. I don't need to look at him to know that his eyebrows form a line, the skin between them wrinkling down, the way they always do when he is worried.

I coughed up to clear my throat. "I'm fine, father."

"I heard from Robert that you got into an accident again."

I am not shocked by that. Robert is too good to lie.

"You need not to worry about me."

"I will not if you will be more careful with your actions. Didn't I tell you to not ride that thing?"

The way he said 'thing' is like it's the one he hates the most in the world.

"I can take care of myself. I'm sixteen father, I'm not a child anymore."

"I will treat you like a sixteen-year-old girl when you act like it. I always tell you to think of the consequences your actions will cause, not only to others but also to yourself."

I did not reply. I waited for him to say something else.

I heard him sigh on the other line.

"That's it. I'm getting you a bodyguard."

"But-"

"No buts. You leave me no choice Beatrice."

Oh great. I already have a handful of people always asking me if I need something or whatnots.

And about a day from now, I will have someone breathing down my neck every minute of the day.

Just what I needed to prove myself to others.