My fears are my strenght
My fears are my strenght

Beatrice Prior, some people call me Tris.
I was born in Abnegation but decided to go to Dauntless at the age of 16.
My parents died, my brother is a traitor and Four is my only family.

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10 months ago on June 3rd | J | 3 notes

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“Ran away?” Tris stared at her. “Why would you do that?” She asked worried. Definetly this girl needed help, ans she would do anything she had the chance to do to help her.

“I had to, my parents…they….” she pulled up her sleeve to expose cuts and bruises, scars and burns. Covering it quickly she sighed. “i guess you can work it out” 

Tris took a hand to her mouth and stared at her arm. “Did they…” She was afraid to ask, even though it was pretty like what Hayley was saying. “Did they do that to you?” The question was silly, but it was unbelievable.

Hayley sighed. “Everything besides the cuts” she sniffled back threatening tears and her eyes wavered she was over the pain and torture that came with her home. 

"I’m sorry." Those were the only words that could burst from Tris’s mouth. She had a lump in her throat, and a big wish of giving Hayley a hug. But she wasn’t sure if this would be a good thing, given that she barely knew her, and they weren’t confident enough.

11 months ago on May 20th | J | 14 notes

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The faint tear that rolls down her cheek does not go unnoticed. I gently wipe it away with my free hand and press a gentle kiss to her forehead. Even though we grew up in Abnegation where affection was rarely shown, especially in my family, but this gesture just feels so natural. Tris takes my hand and I can’t hide the small smile that forms. Being with her feels so right.

I was always afraid of opening up to people because of my past. Who would ever look at me the same if they knew about the things my family did to me? But Tris was different than everyone else. That is why I let her in my fear landscape that day that now feels like it was years ago.

I didn’t want people to think of me as a kicked puppy. What I needed was somebody who could understand and be there for me, but not pity me. Tris knows that my past made me stronger, but it still effects me to this day. It will always be a part of my life that I can’t change.

In the beginning, I had tried to keep my feelings from her. Everything we’ve experience recently has changed that. Every opportunity I get, I will tell her how she makes me feel. I couldn’t live without her knowing how much I love and care about her.

“I’ve never been this sure of anything in my life. I love you, Tris Prior,” I murmur as our eyes meet.

I feel a little disappointed when he wipes my tear, because I didn’t want him to notice it. But everything is forgotten when his lips touch my forehead. The kiss gives me a warmth feeling, like of protection. I’m aware that as long as I’m with him, I can feel safe.

Physical contact scared me to death when I came to Dauntless. But that changed when he grabbed my hand that first time, right after he showed me his fear landscape. The moment I understood why people liked it.

A little giggle burst from my throat when he smiles. He was also raised a Stiff, but he didn’t seem to have trouble expressing affection. I guess two years of being away from that rule had made him change that aspect, but I can’t really assure it. Well, I guess someday I’ll know.

The dark shade of blue calls my attention, and I lost myself in that sea of the night ipso facto. The words he tells sound like waves of that same sea, like perfect waves echoing in my ears. I try to come closer to the sea, to drown myself on it. On the only sea I’m not afraid of drowning. In the last second, I gather the sense to be able to answer. “I love you too. And there is no possible way in this world that it can change” I whisper just before kissing his lips.

The giggle that escapes her makes me smile. We’re both originally from Abnegation, but I have become more comfortable with showing affection than her. I went so long without it and now that I know what it’s like, I can’t get enough.

A kiss on the cheek, our fingers lacing together, or even an innocent hug makes everything worth it. These moments with her make up for my past.

Her confession has me speechless. I try to think of something to say, but her lips crash against mine. My deep blue irises disappear behind my lids as my eyes close. I gently slide my hand over her cheek as our lips move in sync.

I wrap my other arm around her waist, pulling her against me until there is no space between us. I always feel the need to keep her close or else she’ll leave and never come back. When my arms are around her small frame, I feel protective of her. She’s brave, but I can’t risk almost losing her again.

As every time, I feel released when he kisses me back. Not that I think he doesn’t love me, because I already know that he does. But having him with me is so wonderful that sometimes I believe it is not true. I know it is, but it doesn’t seem to be.

The warmth in his hand goes trough all my be, but it feels way too better when he shortens the distance between us. Both my arms go around his neck, one of my hands cuddling his short hair. Our lips keep moving like they’re glued, and I enjoy that sweet nectar of his breath.

Our bodies are together, but they’re not as close to each other’s as our souls are. I already think our souls have become just one, divided in two bodies. I’m not just in love with him. I’m in love with the way he is. With the way he kisses me, with the way he hugs me, with all the ways of his being. He protects me from everything, but only when I really need. That is one of the things I most love about him. He tries to protect me, and keep me save, but he actually knows that I’m strong enough to win my own fights. He’s just there for when I need him.

We share innocent, loving kisses for awhile longer. A comfortable silence fills the room as we cling to each other. The quite surrounding makes my mind focus on what I’ve been afraid of lately.

"I can’t lose you again," I whisper inaudibly, unaware that I even said it aloud. My thoughts were wandering to the fact that I’ve lost so much in my short life. If I lost her, I don’t know what is do. I can’t even imagine what’d it be like without her.

Gently grabbing hold of her hand, I press a kiss to her palm. My deep blue eyes meet hers, silently begging her not to go. For once, I finally have her. I don’t have to hide it anymore because I’m no longer her instructor. All I can do now that I have her is pray that she’ll stay with me.

I look at his eyes when he says that, and if the words didn’t melt my heart, his look does. I barely notice the feeling of his lips in my hand, because I’m highly surprised of what he said, and the puppy face that he gave me. At firstly, I thought he was saying it like a way of flirt or something like that. But the tone he uses and the depth in his eyes says differently.

It is incomprehendible to me what he’s saying. Right now I can’t even think of one single event that can take us apart from each other. All that I want —all that I need— to be happy is his company, his love. My life apart from him would be meaningless, and painful. Extremely painful.

"You won’t" I murmur looking right to his eyes. "Don’t even think about that, never." I smile at him, and then, tease him. "It is not gonna be easy for you to get rid of me, you know…" I dedicate him a simper. But under the joke, I mean it. He trapped me so hard that he can’t just let me go. I’d die.

11 months ago on May 20th | J | 14 notes

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“You bet it is!” Tris smiled, remembering her own initiation. Yes, it was hard, but she was glad she lived it. It gave the exitement of being in danger. The adrenaline of risking your life. That was one of the things she liked from Dauntless. “I didn’t also. You discover them at the moment… That is the thing, you can’t be ready to face it.”

“Yeah…” she made a face. “It is not actually difficult, but tired. You can never stop the nightmares.” It was true. Every night she saw the crows, or the glass filling with water. Dreams were never the same once you go there.

The big amount of wheapons surprised her. It was really impressive someone so young knew hot to use so many guns. “Really? Spears? Arrows? That’s awesome.” She smirked.

Clove grinned. “How do it feel? Being in the Initiation?” She asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Damn, I wish I was born there instead of this place.” Cloves eyes scanned the training room before looking back at Tris.

“Trust me, I know the feeling.” She said and sighed. The Games was not something she liked to remember. She didn’t want to recall how Thresh… eliminated her. She didn’t want to think back to when she was a mutt.

Clove smirked. “Yes, spears and arrows.” She said. “There are stations here for it. We also learn how to tie knots and start fires here. And I know how to hunt.”

Tris started to think, doubting on how to answer that question. She finally said: “It is exiting… and scary. You can be factionless at any moment… or you can suffer big injuries… Like in my own, when the guy who was ranked first was stabbed in the eye. I almost died too.” Her expression darkened as she remembered when she almost fell in the chasm. “But in the mayority, it was the best time of my life.” She smiled. “I wish that too. It would have been amazing.”

"You do?" Tris raised an eyebrow with curiosity. A moment after, she thought that probably the question wasn’t correct, but her Erudite side sometimes acted despite of her will.

Tris’s eyes brighten when she heard that. “Hunting? Like with wild animals? Epic!” She laughed. It was a dream of her to learn how to do that, but there wasn’t even animals for practicing in Chigago, and the only way she knew about that in first place was in a book, so it was practically imposible for her to learn.

11 months ago on May 20th | J | 21 notes

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“Oh…” She sighed. Unbeliable. She didn’t understand how could they allow that, but given the obstruction they lived, all made sense. What a hard way to live… “I see…” Tris didn’t know what else she could say, because she wanted to do something, but there was no posibilities, given the circumstances.

“Yes, we do!” She grined. “It is divided in three parts, the first one is physicall, and it’s when we learn to fight, shoot and throw knifes. In the stage two, the emotional, they prepare us to face our fears, putting us in a simulation of them.

“But the most exiting is definetly the last one: Mental. They make us go through our Fear Landscapes, that are like all your biggest fears together in a big simulation, but in this one you know it is one.” Tris got really enthusiast about talking her own initiation. “Based on that, they define our ranks.”

“What kind of weapons do you use?” She asked. She also wanted to know about the plants and bugs, but she decided it was better to ask one question at a time.

Clove smirked. “That sounds amazing.” She said. “And since I already do the first one, it would be easy for me. But the second one sounds tricky,” she said with a shrug. “I don’t even know my fears.”

“Well, that sounds rather difficult,” she said and sighed. “So… they just makes you go to stimulations and beat your fears? That’s…. cool.”

Clove grinned when Tris asked her what weapons she used. Oh, she used so many. “Knives, crossbows, swords, bow and arrows, spears and sometimes I use a gun.”

"You bet it is!" Tris smiled, remembering her own initiation. Yes, it was hard, but she was glad she lived it. It gave the exitement of being in danger. The adrenaline of risking your life. That was one of the things she liked from Dauntless. "I didn’t also. You discover them at the moment… That is the thing, you can’t be ready to face it."

"Yeah…" she made a face. "It is not actually difficult, but tired. You can never stop the nightmares." It was true. Every night she saw the crows, or the glass filling with water. Dreams were never the same once you go there.

The big amount of wheapons surprised her. It was really impressive someone so young knew hot to use so many guns. “Really? Spears? Arrows? That’s awesome.” She smirked.

11 months ago on May 18th | J | 21 notes

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“Ran away?” Tris stared at her. “Why would you do that?” She asked worried. Definetly this girl needed help, ans she would do anything she had the chance to do to help her.

“I had to, my parents…they….” she pulled up her sleeve to expose cuts and bruises, scars and burns. Covering it quickly she sighed. “i guess you can work it out” 

Tris took a hand to her mouth and stared at her arm. “Did they…” She was afraid to ask, even though it was pretty like what Hayley was saying. “Did they do that to you?” The question was silly, but it was unbelievable.

11 months ago on May 18th | J | 14 notes

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Today it was the choosing ceremony, the second one since my own. This year it’s Dauntless responsability to conduct the ceremony so everything has been crazy the past few days. Almost no one is making their normal jobs, but trying to make this work well. Yesterday, I went to bed only at midnight, when everything was ready.
And here I am, at five o’clock in the morning, awake. A nightmare didn’t let me sleep well.

Everyone is asleep, as logical. I wasn’t the only one who stayed up late. And since the ceremony starts at 10:00, there’s no reason for anyone to be awake.

Given that I’m bored, and I have pretty nothing to do for the next hours, I decide to go to the cafeteria, maybe to eat a little of the leftovers of dinner. But when I get there, I surprisely notice it is not empty. A blonde girl is sit on one of the chairs, grabbing a cup of coffee, staring at nothing. I recognize her face, but I can’t say from where. Instinctively, my feet move right to her table, and I expect to be noticed.

11 months ago on May 18th | J | 1 note

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Tris was coming back from the city hospital. She had to go for the regular check they make to them in Dauntless. Theese checks are usually made in the infirmary, but today the nurse was sick, and it was necessary to her to have her revision that day. Thank God everything came well, as normally. Not that Tris was worried, but there is always this sense of relief when you don’t get bad news.

Firstly, it was in her plans to have a little walk before going home, given that she had all the day off. But weather didn’t want to cooperate to that, because almost after she left the hospital, it started to rain. And we’re talking about the kind of rain that doesn’t allow you to be outside, so she thought the best thing she could do was going inmediately to take the train.

Thankfully, it was already coming around, so she could get herself onto it without being totally wet. She twisted her hair to throw the water, and that was the moment when she noticed she was not alone. A guy —dark haired, in his twentys and with big brown eyes— was there too.

11 months ago on May 18th | J | 1 note

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"Beatrice, I sincerely apologize. If you’d like me to make it up to you in any way possible, it could be arranged."

I tried to get with Beatrice alone, so I wouldn’t offend any other Amity. I said farewell to Annie. “Thank you for your company, Annie,” I gave her a slight smile and bowed, “Goodbye.”

"Bye," she gave a small wave and I could hear the timidity in her voice. She must be quite shaken up.

I pulled Beatrice over to another tree, an olive tree, and started profusely apologizing. My Abnegation wanted her to feel better and more comfortable. “I’m so sorry, Beatrice…” I said for the— I counted— nineteenth time. “I had suspected you wereon some type of serum, but I wasn’t completely sure. You were so… happy… I don’t know, I thought it was good for you to be a bit positive.” I said what I had told myself not to say. That is such a bad habit. I just set a firecracker aflame.

His words were meaningless. My forehead was still cured in a frowning, and I didn’t even care about listening to him. I just stared at him.

But I did noticed when he let Annie go, specially because he took me to another tree. When we were there, I decided to listen to him, only to see what he had to say. It was just sorrys and sorrys. Nothing new. It was actually a little frustrating. I wanted to punch him in the face, but I couldn’t. It would mean more trouble, and I don’t want that.

However, the last thing he said, made me think a little. Yes, I was happier, but at the expences of acting like an idiot. And it wasn’t real happiness. That’s the worst part. If I’m happy, it has to be for myself, not for a serum.

Alright, what was that? Positive, did he say? Really? Oh no. I, unintencionally, shouted him the words.

"Caleb, are you serious? With all we’ve been trough, you think I’m not being positive? Lots of people died a few days ago, our friends, our neighbors, our PARENTS, and I’m not being enough positive for you? I’m being big positive, you know? I’m trying to move on, to do something! You’re watching me cry? Giving up? Huh?!"

11 months ago on May 18th | J | 20 notes

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The faint tear that rolls down her cheek does not go unnoticed. I gently wipe it away with my free hand and press a gentle kiss to her forehead. Even though we grew up in Abnegation where affection was rarely shown, especially in my family, but this gesture just feels so natural. Tris takes my hand and I can’t hide the small smile that forms. Being with her feels so right.

I was always afraid of opening up to people because of my past. Who would ever look at me the same if they knew about the things my family did to me? But Tris was different than everyone else. That is why I let her in my fear landscape that day that now feels like it was years ago.

I didn’t want people to think of me as a kicked puppy. What I needed was somebody who could understand and be there for me, but not pity me. Tris knows that my past made me stronger, but it still effects me to this day. It will always be a part of my life that I can’t change.

In the beginning, I had tried to keep my feelings from her. Everything we’ve experience recently has changed that. Every opportunity I get, I will tell her how she makes me feel. I couldn’t live without her knowing how much I love and care about her.

“I’ve never been this sure of anything in my life. I love you, Tris Prior,” I murmur as our eyes meet.

I feel a little disappointed when he wipes my tear, because I didn’t want him to notice it. But everything is forgotten when his lips touch my forehead. The kiss gives me a warmth feeling, like of protection. I’m aware that as long as I’m with him, I can feel safe.

Physical contact scared me to death when I came to Dauntless. But that changed when he grabbed my hand that first time, right after he showed me his fear landscape. The moment I understood why people liked it.

A little giggle burst from my throat when he smiles. He was also raised a Stiff, but he didn’t seem to have trouble expressing affection. I guess two years of being away from that rule had made him change that aspect, but I can’t really assure it. Well, I guess someday I’ll know.

The dark shade of blue calls my attention, and I lost myself in that sea of the night ipso facto. The words he tells sound like waves of that same sea, like perfect waves echoing in my ears. I try to come closer to the sea, to drown myself on it. On the only sea I’m not afraid of drowning. In the last second, I gather the sense to be able to answer. “I love you too. And there is no possible way in this world that it can change” I whisper just before kissing his lips.

The giggle that escapes her makes me smile. We’re both originally from Abnegation, but I have become more comfortable with showing affection than her. I went so long without it and now that I know what it’s like, I can’t get enough.

A kiss on the cheek, our fingers lacing together, or even an innocent hug makes everything worth it. These moments with her make up for my past.

Her confession has me speechless. I try to think of something to say, but her lips crash against mine. My deep blue irises disappear behind my lids as my eyes close. I gently slide my hand over her cheek as our lips move in sync.

I wrap my other arm around her waist, pulling her against me until there is no space between us. I always feel the need to keep her close or else she’ll leave and never come back. When my arms are around her small frame, I feel protective of her. She’s brave, but I can’t risk almost losing her again.

As every time, I feel released when he kisses me back. Not that I think he doesn’t love me, because I already know that he does. But having him with me is so wonderful that sometimes I believe it is not true. I know it is, but it doesn’t seem to be.

The warmth in his hand goes trough all my be, but it feels way too better when he shortens the distance between us. Both my arms go around his neck, one of my hands cuddling his short hair. Our lips keep moving like they’re glued, and I enjoy that sweet nectar of his breath.

Our bodies are together, but they’re not as close to each other’s as our souls are. I already think our souls have become just one, divided in two bodies. I’m not just in love with him. I’m in love with the way he is. With the way he kisses me, with the way he hugs me, with all the ways of his being. He protects me from everything, but only when I really need. That is one of the things I most love about him. He tries to protect me, and keep me save, but he actually knows that I’m strong enough to win my own fights. He’s just there for when I need him.

11 months ago on May 10th | J | 14 notes