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My eyes open suddenly and a throbbing pain shoots through my head. I sit up quickly, holding my head and closing my eyes again. After a few minutes I open my eyes once more and look around.
"Where am I?" I whisper aloud, looking about the empty room. I'm lying on a bed that I don't remember getting into, in a room I don't remember entering. I can't seem to recall how I got here at all.
The last thing I can remember is....well, I don't actually know.
I wracked my brain looking for an answer. But nothing came. Quite literally, nothing. At all. I couldn't remember how I got here, why I was here or even who I was. There was not one single thing about myself or how I got in this situation that I could recall. Not one.
Then as if on cue, it suddenly hit me. The box. I was in a big box or cage.... I could've sworn it was only moments ago too. I can't remember much, like everything else it seems, just the feeling of being overwhelmed. I remember feeling anxious and out of breath, the air surely getting thinner by each passing second. I walked circles around the cage, hitting the sides of it with my first, hoping it would do some damage.
I also remember everything spinning. It was too much for me to handle. There were too many questions flooding my mind and not enough space in that damn box. I couldn't help but feel trapped, that much I do remember. Then it all went dark. And now I find myself curled up in a bed, no clues as to how I got here. Maybe I got here the same way I got into that box. Then again, maybe not.
There was a loud rummaging a couple meters away and a few hushed voices accompanying it. Not a moment later a boy emerged from the only doorway of the room that I could see. He first looked behind him with an annoyed expression, then sighed as his eyes wandered over to me.
"I see you're awake, greenie." The boy began, walking towards me. I couldn't help but feel a little defensive by each step he took, and so I grabbed the closest thing to me and pointed it in his direction. "Woah, you're gonna try threaten me with a tin can?"
As I looked towards my hand I realised I was in fact holding some sort of can. I know it wasn't much of a threat, but it's the best I can do with what I have around me. Most things are cloth-like, being around a bed and all. I held on tighter to the object, trusting this guy less and less by the second.
"Well are you gonna be threat?" I replied back. I pulled the can back behind behind my head, readying myself to throw it at the guy. He must have noticed my more hostile change of stance as he quickly threw his arms in the air.
"Relax greenie, I'm not gonna hurt you." He stated, a gentle tone replacing the mocking one from before. "In fact, I'm staying right here." He continued on. "So can you put the can down?"
I just shook my head, pulling my arm a little further back. In the event that I do have to throw this, it'll give me more power in my throw. The guy hung his head low and gave a loud sigh, then he dropped to the floor and sat down.
"Is that supposed to make me trust you more?" I questioned, keeping my form. However, by now my arm started to grow tired. I wanted to lower it, so I started looking for anything I could that might make the guy in front of me seem less of a threat, more trustworthy.
"Well, what do you want me to do?" He asked calmly, clearly worried that a decibel higher might trigger me to fire. That's a good, trustworthy sign...right?
"Just stay there." I state, my arm lowering slightly at his now less threatening stance. And he did, he stayed there. Another good reason to trust him, I guess.
"I'm not moving." He assured, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Now, if you want, I can try explain some of this to you." He began, seeing I was more at ease. "But you have to listen, greenie."
"Stop calling me greenie, that's not my name." I retorted, slamming the can onto the desk beside me, back to where I got it from. I know I said I couldn't remember anything about myself, but I sure as hell knew 'Greenie' wasn't my name.
"Well, can you tell me your actual name then?" The boy asks, raising an eyebrow at me. I'm getting the feeling he knows I can't.
"I can't remember it." I whispered, looking down at my hands.
"And that's completely normal. None of us could at the start, but it'll come back to you." The guy started to explain, sensing my unease at the topic. "Greenie is like a placeholder, until you can remember your actual name."
"And why can't I remember anything?" I ask, not looking back at the guy just yet. This whole situation feels so daunting and I feel so alone, I don't want to look over and show him how weak and vulnerable I feel.
"I don't know." He simply said. "Listen, I'm really not that great at this whole thing." The guy went on, changing the topic slightly. "Nick is usually the one who orchestrates this whole thing, so you can wait to ask him all your questions. The best I can do is give a run down of what I do know."
"Can you tell me where I am?" I ask another question, hoping this is one he can answer. And to my relief, it is.
"If you're feeling strong enough, I can show you exactly where we are." He suggests. I can hear him moving around slightly and so I look over to him, tensing up. He was quick to pick up on it. "I'm just coming over to help you up, Greenie."
"Okay..." I manage to say. He stands up fully and begins to approach me. I have to fight the urge to grab the can again, but I somehow manage. He extends out both arms to me, waiting for me to grab him. So I do. I hold onto one arm as I use my other to haul myself up a little, before grabbing his other arm too.
"See Greenie, that wasn't so hard." He attempted a joke, clearly wanting to lighten the mood a little. "We gotta learn to trust each other around here. It's one of our few rules."
"Rules?" I repeat, stepping onto the floor. I found my head a little light still, like even a small gust of wind would be enough to push me over. I held on tighter to the boy's arms, closing my eyes in the hopes of overcoming this feeling.
"Easy there, Greenbean." He whispered, linking my arm with his to stabilise me. "Don't worry about rules and such just yet. If we meet Newt or Alby along the way, one of them will be able to take over and explain it a bit better."
"On the way to where?" I ask. We still hadn't moved. The boy was obviously worried about making the first step, in case I toppled over or something. So, I took the first step forward. And the second. And soon, we were close to what looked like the outside world.
"To the glade."
The bright daylight blinded me at first, but then everything finally came into focus. There was a large patch of green and on it were dotted multiple other people, both far away and also only a few meters from where we stand. I seemed to catch their attention as some began walking towards us. That made me stop in my tracks.
"There's so many others." I said in a low voice, looking up at the guy again. I saw him shrug his shoulders and then wave away some of the others that were approaching. They moved back instantly.
"There's a few alright." He agreed. "I'll introduce you later." He suggested, and I just nodded my head. If he can introduce me, surely that means they all know their names....unlike me.
"So do you remember your name?" I ask, realising I don't know what to call this guy. "Or are you a greenie too?"
"Ah, no." He laughs, shaking his head a little. "I'm Minho."