All you could see was darkness,wait who were you? If anyone? You couldn't remember, oh shit that's bad. Really bad.
"Who am I?" You sobbed into the darkness,as if it would give you an answer, your voice changed octave as you screamed. Curling your grimy fingers into a fist you punched the air, yelping as it collided with a cage. Suddenly a bright florescent bar flashed across the side, lighting up the cage. It looked like there was supplies in here, you pushed yourself onto your knees and crawled over to a box of canned things. You had no idea what was going on,you couldn't remember your name, your birthday, anything. You knew how to breath, speak English and move, but memories were lost to you.
As you were pondering what the bloody hell was wrong with this, the elevator sped up making your stomach roll around inside of you.
'Dumb sack of bile, stay put!' you thoughts screamed frantically trying not to throw up, and while you were trying to keep your reflexes under control, you slipped your nose colliding with the grating holding you up. You groaned as you felt something dripping out of your nose. Blood, you registered. You didn't bother getting up, even laying down made you feel sick. Your eyes rolled around, watching the grey and eye burning white flash by in a pattern beneath you, at least until the box stopped and the lights turned red. Bathing you and the supplies in a demonic red glow. It startled you, the sudden change in light and the stop another drew a yell out of you. It wasn't any yell though, it was a word. A name. Your name. (Name). Or was it? Wait- What was it? Damn, it was gone again before you had time to register what was going on. You could hear voices, shoes pounding against the ground, muffled shouts, that mixed in with your labored breathing.
You panted scrambling up and whipping your nose with your hand. You just realized you were wearing dark grey jeans, a t-shirt hidden beneath a black hooded jacket. The off-white strings that came out of the hood had been chewed on many times, you did that? Was it a nervous habit? You had no idea, and you didn't get to decide what you thought of yourself or your attire for the ceiling opened up revealing several boys-and men-gathering around the pit you were in. You squinted at them shielding your eyes with your bloody hand, some gasped, a few smirked,some pointed including the one in the front. Then the crowd was filled with whispers, chattering, and chuckling
Oh my. You were in for it. . . what kind of Hell did you just land yourself in?
"It's a Greenie Girl!" A few boys chattered among themselves about yourself. Sitting there dumbly staring every available source that touched your glittering (e/c) orbs, was not the greatest plan of action.
The rest lost in translation to your scrambled consciousness, which was ready to have a melt down inside your thick skull.
Whoever was standing directly in the front had dark blonde-brown hair, smudged skin but beneath the sweat and grime he was pale,with vibrant brown eyes trained on you. Actually, if you looked at him more closely, he was pretty handsome. For possibly being a cannibal, or a religious person who may participate in human sacrifice. You weren't sure what to think of any of them, yet.
"What is it?" A stronger voice said, almost bored with the fact you existed. Great. Great signs. You scowled at this while you tried to figure out why that bothered you.
"It's a girl," The boy in a off-white jacket,the same design as yours,with brown-red hair called behind him before hopping into the compartment with you. The same one that had caught your attention earlier. The crowd went silent at that, many pairs of eyes fell on you. You shook your head,feeling warmth drip off your upper lip. The boy that had announced your gender, or rather confirmed it, had the weirdest sounding voice, it was actually pretty interesting to listen too.Another male appeared, dark skin, bald,strong looking. He looked like the oldest one here. They all were wearing jeans like you, but with stained shirts,jackets or leather padding across them.
"What's your name, girlie?" The dark male said with that same almost bored voice, his arms crossed against his chest as.
"Who are you?" You shot back, stumbling back so that your back was against the woven cage. Eyes widening, you felt like a mouse with these stronger cats surrounding you.
"Newt, you?" The boy in front of you declared, holding both hands up and backing up.
"Where am I?" You asked this 'Newt'. Strange sounding name, you though.You weren't sure what to do, everything was going a mile a minute and then stopping suddenly as you stared at Newt with squinted eyes swimming with confusion.
"It's perfectly normal not to remember your name or anything about yourself, but slow down a bit. You're buggin' out and givin' me a bloody headache. We've all been through it. You're not going to know everything today,greenie" He ignored your question completely, which made a bit of frustration stir within you,"but you will with time," adding the 'but' as an afterthought when your breathing became only quick gulps trying to take everything in at once. Newt extended a hand to you again,
"I-I," You tried to speak but it came out as a gibberish of questions and maybe a plea for help thrown in there. Giving up on the complicated art of speech you took his hand with your opposite one and gripped it firmly. He grinned widely before shaking your hand roughly and dropping it. He crawled out of the cage and offered you both hands. You followed grabbing both of his hands with yours and placing a foot on a crate pressed up against one of the walls. He lifted you into your new location alone, the darker male studying you with interest while others gawked, some seemed only interested in the supplies in the elevator, which was fine with you. All this attention and your own mental The cage was surrounded by a ring of people, all looking at your shaking form.
"You remember your name?" The dark male asked,raising an eyebrow patting your shoulder awkwardly.You blinked at him, and turned to look at the other faces in the crowd. Some where short,others were tall, had freckles, had pimples, had curly hair, had no hair, dark skinned, light skinned, tanned, chubby. It was like looking at a grocery store for single women, good thing you weren't a romantic person or you might've fainted by now. You were more concerned with your safety as the moment, and being surrounded by all these people didn't give you that feeling of comfort. The boy that helped you out of your prison, Newt, seemed nice enough but really you were frantic for information, for the constant melting and re-solidifying of your brain to halt.
You shook your head slowly in response. You were now slowly starting to inch towards the outer edge of the circle, towards the woods. You were going to make a run for it, would they try to stop you? If they caught you, what would they do? You asked yourself but the only thing you wanted was
"Let's get the greenie's face fixed,she's bleeding," One boy said, younger, defiantly younger than yourself. He was short,chubby with curly brown hair- Wait, how old were you? Didn't matter or did it?- Oh my bloody hell, here you go again, spiraling into that sickening pit of confusion.
"Ya' think?" You hissed, jerking your head a bit in the process. The boy's eye's widened at your sarcastic and a bit harsh remark, but you didn't particularly care about some random person's feelings right now.
'Calm down,uh,me. And don't throw up by the way,' You told yourself,having to say 'me' to yourself made you blink repeatedly to keep from crying. You didn't know your own name for the love of God!
You played it off as the sun in your eyes. You locked your gaze,whatever color it was, with the boy who had helped you out. He still was grinning,
"Oi, don't you all have jobs to do? Get outta' here, shanks!" The oldest man, you assumed the leader.
'Thank you,sir, you just made my escape from your establishment much easier,' You chuckled internally, as to not give away your position.
"Well, then Greenie, I'm Alby. Leader of the Glade. You've met Newt," He paused gesturing to the boy you were staring at, who was staring back. "He's in charge when I'm not around,"
"Good thing you're always around,then" Newt said, nudging your shoulder in the process,obviously trying to joke and draw a smile out of you. The best you could offer was a twitch of the corners of your mouth,you knew he was teasing but having it said felt a bit unnerving. Alby chuckled though, but didn't deny or approve of his remark verbally, unnerving was one word for this feeling. The other boys had gone off to their work places or such, thankfully, you no longer felt like a piece of meat set out for a pack of wolves.
"I assume you have a lot of questions about the Glade and us. It's not really right for me to ask this of you, but do you know why you're here or who you are?" Alby asked, slowly, as if you couldn't understand him. Your frown deepened at that,
"No," You let the word drip into the humid air, it was the best you could muster at the moment.
"Course' you don't,none of us do. It is kind've odd though since ye' are a girl." Newt interjected before being shouldered by Alby as a sign to shut up. You almost verbally asked, 'Can you just let him- explain it please? His voice is a lot more interesting and I might attempt to listen to him.'
but held your tongue for obvious reasons.
"What does that have to do with anything?" You asked sourly, it wasn't like you were offended by that comment but it did strike you as unimportant.
"Look around you,what do you see? You're the only girl here," Newt replied, and you eventually nodded. It was weird in itself, to exist at all. Alby started walking and signaled for you to follow, Newt followed behind. You were coming up on a building, that even from the outside smelled like herbs and forestry and that sul