It’s a rainy day and maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. I don’t know, I’ve never been to something like this before. My parents have. Because it’s something selfless. It’s something good to do; to stand by your neighbours and friends when someone they loved dies. You help them get through it. That way, they can help you again. It’s al bout being selfless, my father always says. I am holding his hand while we walk over the graveyard. My brother Caleb holds my mom’s hand. I am still a young child, so I am not corrected in my curious stares by my neighbours. Would I be older than ten, I most certainly would.

 My eyes go over all our neighbours. I know them from meetings, I know them from community services or from school. They are all dressed in dark grey, of course, all looking slightly down. It’s sad when someone dies. They leave.

 My mom told me I should help the son. It’s extra sad for him, because he’s just two years older than me. And he just lost a parent and my mom says people like that need help and I should give it. I should offer all the help I have.

 I spot the boy next to the grave. He’s not looking at anyone, just at the grass. He’s not holding his dad’s hand, either. His hands are on his back. I feel sad for him. I don’t know him from school, though. I don’t know him at all. My dad knows his dad and we’re here to help. Always help. I’m not going to offer him my help, though. He doesn’t seem like he wants it. And I’m not very good at Selflessness anyway.

 I hear the father say something to the boy. Tobias, he says, Don’t be so selfish, look up at the people, they are here for you. The boy looks up immediately, as if he’s afraid. Or maybe he’s just good at being selfless. Because we’re supposed to listen to our parents. But Tobias, he just looks sad.

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“Tobias Eaton!” My father’s voice reaches me through the floor of our little, gray Abnegation house. House, but not home since a long time. I cringe involuntarily. I look up from what I am  doing; something my father offered our neighbour to help him with. I would always end up doing this. But I don’t dare to object because I know the consequences in denying my father anything, anytime. It was maybe, somewhere deep down, my Abnegation upbringing, but most of those traits I lost ages ago. To protect myself from my Father.

 I silently stand up from my desk and descend the stairs. He’s standing in front of the table I just cleaned, his black eyes squeezed into thin lines. I stop in my step and look at him from a distance, not going any nearer.

“Yes?” I say, my voice is steady, something of which I am thankful for.

 “I just wanted to remind you that you are my son. You are your mother’s son,” He says, his eyes judging me. My face hardens. I know what he’s trying to do.

 “I don’t think you ever really treated me like I am your son, So I’m not going to act like it just to save your reputation. You made my throw away Abnegation a long time ago, Marcus,” I snap. I am done being nice, careful. I’m done being a coward for the rest of my life.

 “You cannot be this selfish, Tobias.”

 “I’m not selfish. You are. I am not staying to save your precious job.” My eyes are poisonous, but nothing compared to his.

 “You will stay with me, I will make you,” My father spats, walking towards me. I don’t move, I stay there. It’s like my lung have finally touched air again after such a long time.

 “You will never be able to let me stay with you ever again.”

 I see it before it happens and my hand goes up. His belt wraps around my wrist and I flick it away, and he gets mad. I bite my lip but I don’t budge, not even when the belt snaps against my leg, not even when it touches my back.

 “It’s for your own good, son,” He says. But I’m never going to do what he says anymore. I am Selfish, and I don’t care. It’s want I want. I am selfish, but I am brave. Brave enough to do this. And in that second I know with every fibre in my body that I will do this. I will choose another Faction tomorrow and abandon everything. It won’t be hard. I have nothing. I have no friends, and from tomorrow on, I will finally not have a family anymore.

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“Tobias Eaton!” My father’s voice reaches me through the floor of our little, gray Abnegation house. House, but not home since a long time. I cringe involuntarily. I look up from what I am  doing; something my father offered our neighbour to help him with. I would always end up doing this. But I don’t dare to object because I know the consequences in denying my father anything, anytime. It was maybe, somewhere deep down, my Abnegation upbringing, but most of those traits I lost ages ago. To protect myself from my Father.

 I silently stand up from my desk and descend the stairs. He’s standing in front of the table I just cleaned, his black eyes squeezed into thin lines. I stop in my step and look at him from a distance, not going any nearer.

“Yes?” I say, my voice is steady, something of which I am thankful for.

 “I just wanted to remind you that you are my son. You are your mother’s son,” He says, his eyes judging me. My face hardens. I know what he’s trying to do.

 “I don’t think you ever really treated me like I am your son, So I’m not going to act like it just to save your reputation. You made my throw away Abnegation a long time ago, Marcus,” I snap. I am done being nice, careful. I’m done being a coward for the rest of my life.

 “You cannot be this selfish, Tobias.”

 “I’m not selfish. You are. I am not staying to save your precious job.” My eyes are poisonous, but nothing compared to his.

 “You will stay with me, I will make you,” My father spats, walking towards me. I don’t move, I stay there. It’s like my lung have finally touched air again after such a long time.

 “You will never be able to let me stay with you ever again.”

 I see it before it happens and my hand goes up. His belt wraps around my wrist and I flick it away, and he gets mad. I bite my lip but I don’t budge, not even when the belt snaps against my leg, not even when it touches my back.

 “It’s for your own good, son,” He says. But I’m never going to do what he says anymore. I am Selfish, and I don’t care. It’s want I want. I am selfish, but I am brave. Brave enough to do this. And in that second I know with every fibre in my body that I will do this. I will choose another Faction tomorrow and abandon everything. It won’t be hard. I have nothing. I have no friends, and from tomorrow on, I will finally not have a family anymore.

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