A baby's tears Chapter 1

Chapter 1 of Baby's tears story.

There are several punching bags in the main gym, all leather and hard, hanging from the ceiling along the wall. But none of them are being used now, not at this hour. I am the only one here, and it is nice " the quiet. All I can hear is my sharp breaths and the rhythmic sound of my fists and arms hitting the punchbag, echoing off the high rock ceiling. I have been at it for hours, and only as I catch my reflection in the mirror, a long face with high cheekbones, I notice I am bleeding. My knuckles are split and the red liquid runs freely down my scarred forearms. Sighing I walk over to the sink in the corner letting the water wash it away, only flinching slightly as I rub my hand. Our tribe is insistent on training everyone to fight, to protect our society. Of course they don’t make everyone train at four o’clock in the morning, that’s just me. I couldn’t sleep tonight, my mind just kept on wandering over to the administrative building; through it’s large glass doors, and up into an unknown room. The test is supposed to help us see where we belong, help us make a decision. But the problem is everyone has already made theres " everyone but me. Am I generous like Emeralds, knowledgable like Rubies, honest like Diamonds, selfless like Moonstones, or brave like Obsidian?

 “What are you doing here?” a deep voice suddenly asks from behind me, I jump because I’m caught off guard; there’s only one person who can creep up on me like that.“I could ask you the same question" I say not turning around, although I already know why Knife is here, he doesn’t sleep, the dark circles under his eyes tell me that every day. Not replying he sighs, and without asking starts to wrap the gauze from the table around my knuckles from behind. “Why are you doing this now of all days, you know the test is tomorrow? I don’t like it when you hurt yourself”.  I bite back my retort, glad that he can’t see the answer written on my face. Knife will be my instructor in a few days and I can’t talk back to him then because we both know that he will have to shout at me. 

I finally turn round to face him, a tall tanned boy with dark messy hair and deep set eyes that I know are a dark red even though I can’t see them in the shadows. We’re so close that I can see the slight stubble growing on his chiseled jaw. I am not the only one stressed at this time of the year. Uncomfortable in the situation with my future instructor, I turn to leave but Knife stops me short. “Hey” he says, “You will get back in Obsidian we all know that”. “No pressure then,” I say trying to keep my voice from shaking. He ignores my comment and I go to the door, but as I open it, he speaks, so quietly I almost don’t hear, “Me being your instructor, it doesn’t change anything”. Hesitating, I choose to ignore that because I know he is wrong. The heavy iron door slams behind me, enclosing my thoughts and worries in the gym with Knife. I need a clear head tomorrow before they tear it apart. 

As I walk back along the stone tunnels, which are dark apart from the odd dull blue light, I can’t help but worry again. What if I don’t get put back in Obsidian I will fail the test, I cannot fail and disappoint everyone! Even if I do get Obsidian it won’t be the same, Knife will be coaching me he will say and do things that I don’t agree with, and I don’t think I am ready to see that side of him. He will see how weak and insignificant I truly am, and I hate that! But I guess it is time to truly become part of the tribe, or to be exiled to another full of strangers. 

I grab a driftwood torch from a ledge, and let the blue flickering flame guide me up the side of the cavern to my bed. It is cold and dark, and my breath clouds in front of me as I climb, the sound of rushing water echoes off the walls in the distance from the waterfall, and smells of damp and dirt waft around, dancing on the stale air. Others would find it eerie here, but I find it comforting. I open the small iron door which is set in the rock, and tiptoe over the metal grating floor of our kitchen. My brothers are asleep, and my father is away on buissness, so I do not have to worry about getting caught. Christian lies on the worn sofa in the corner, quietly snoring. I chuckle and throw a blanket over him, he does not like to sleep upstairs, I have no idea why. His hair is longer now, and it curls around his ears, it keeps the same blonde hue as mine. I graze my hand against the metal spikes which line his jaw, glinting in the small light. It is nice to finally have my brother home, instead of out by the ash. A grey marginal land on the south of the island, a forgotten radioactive war-zone, Christian manages the troops there, he won’t tell me anymore.

Author's Note

I have never posted writing on an online site before, normally I just write for myself and do not show people. This is the first part of a book I have started to write, my ideas are based on the book 'divergent'. Ignore my grammar and spelling because I am not exactly good at that, Hehe. But feel free to leave opinions, negative or positive. Thankyou xx