A New Life

Chapter 7: Tattoos

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT, THAT BELONGS TO THE VERY TALENTED VERONICA ROTH. 

*This chapter was edited.* I'm sorry for those who read it before I got the chance to revise it. I was rushed to post and didn't go into as great as detail as you deserve. I reread it and fixed a lot of mistakes, and I hope not to let this happen again. 

"I'm going to kill him." I mumble as Christina drags me into one of the many shops of the Pit. She and Marlene instantly begin clawing through the racks lining the whole store showing each other random items  of clothing before throwing something  they find acceptable in my arms, and attempting to drag me into the dressing room closest to where we're stood. "I really don't want to do this." I groan trying to dig my heals into the ground resisting their force, yet failing in the end  and ending up in the cramped room with the door slammed before I could even plan an exit.

"Please just put it on." Chris begs from the other side of the door. "If you don't like it, you won't have to wear it again after tonight." I grumbled in reply but do as asked squeezing my body into the tight clothing before looking in the mirror that sits before me. The black jeans are skin tight and hang low on my hips showing a large part of the lacy underwear I was forced to put on by none other that Christina herself. As for the top half of me, I'm wearing a strapless corset that ends right above my belly button. It's also tight and has solid black fabric mixed with black lace and ribbon weaved up the back. The outfit does show what few curves I have, but it also shows, just how tiny I truly am. I force my eyes away from the mirror, and open the door earning the eyes of both girls.

"Put these on." Mar squeals while she thrusts a pair of black, spiked wedges into my chest nearly knocking me over with the sudden momentum. I quickly complied slipping the shoes on and gaining maybe three inches in height, still looking tiny compared to the two girls next to me. Chris grabs the ponytail holder from my hair and pulls it out letting my blond locks hang over my bare back in waves before she hold up a small bag with am evil smirk playing on her lips.

"What is it?" I ask as she pushes me back into the chair of the dressing room.

"Makeup." She answers in a 'duh' manor before instructing me to close my eyes and brushing dark gray powder over my eyelids.

"You realize this is useless right." a  sigh escapes me as she begins to drag a black pencil over my eyelashes.

"And why is that?" She asks concentrating on my other eye.

"I still won't be pretty." I whisper quietly.

"That's not true." Marlene disagrees "Besides, even if it were, you'll definitely be noticeable." She smiles as I  open my eyes to look up as Chris runs a brush like thing over my eyelashes. Noticeable, it's something new to me. I've never been pretty, nor has anyone noticed me, not that I put myself out to be noticed. I was always the one in the back, blending in, never being seen by anyone, not even the other Abnegation. I was unnoticeable, I was a ghost trying to hide from my own demons. I'm interrupted from my thoughts as Chris turns me around to face the mirror once again. The girl staring back at me is nothing like what I ever expected to see in the mirror. The make up rimming my eyes makes them stand out as the first thing you see. There piercing, and the dull blue is more vibrant and glossy. My lips are redder and shine slightly. I'm definitely noticeable, or at least the closest to noticeable I've ever been. I'm not Abnegation, I'm not Beatrice, I am Tris, I am Dauntless.

"Damn Tris, you look hot." Chris says bringing a smile to my face. "What do you think?" She smiles back at me as well meeting my eyes through the mirror.

"I-I look Dauntless." I turn and hug them both, caching them off guard before they wrap their own arms around me returning the gesture.

"Come on, the guys are probably waiting." Mar says pulling back and linking her arm through mine. It takes some time to  get used to the shoes, but it's definitely easier than I thought. We walk across the Pit, earning a few glances from others before Mar nudges me gently. "See, noticeable." She say earning a small chuckle from me as we reach the tattoo parlor. The guys all stand outside talking, not noticing us until we get closer, Al is the first to see us approaching. His gaze locks on me and his jaw falls slightly causing a blush to rise to my cheeks.