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Darkness. That's all that surrounds me. I feel as if my memories are rushing by in flashes, slipping out of my grip every second. I see a boy, with sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. He was smiling at me, with his head cocked in an almost comforting way; But just as fast as he was there, he was gone.
I see scattered fractures of memory that I can't put together; like a cruel puzzle I was never meant to solve. I hear something, a name muttered in a soft motherly voice "Y/n" "You'll be safe Y/n" "Hold on Y/n". I don't know where it's coming from, surely I couldn't be hearing voices in my head?
As my environment began to ascend, an uneasy feeling arises in my gut. I finally open my eyes to take in my surroundings. My eyes adjust after a while to show that I'm in a metal cage. Moving upwards like an- elevator? I don't even know how I remember what that is? Everything else is slipping away by the second as I focus my attention on the wooden boxes in the metal contraption beside me. Various boxes in piles had the logo 'WCKD' plastered across the side of them. I don't know what that is, but something about it tells me I don't want to find out.
I take a deep breath and wrap my arms around my knees, pulling them to my chest. I repeat what I think is my name over and over again, hoping to cling on to that little bit of familiarity.
The cage rises for what feels like hours. I don't know how long it's truly been because in here, I've lost all sense of time. I don't remember anything apart from the name that I continue to mutter to myself. I feel it trying to tug away from my grasp, but I won't let it. I continue to say my name until the box eventually starts sounding this awful alarm. Pounding on my head with the absurd volume.
Then it stops. And so does the box.
Light envelopes my surroundings, causing me to cover my eyes at the abrupt assault on my corneas. I hear a 'clang' sound and see two boots from under my hand in the small path of vision I left for myself. I pull my hand away from my eyes and look to see who is in the box with me.
A boy with sandy blonde hair and coffee brown eyes looks down at me, standing in the box. He looks up to the group surrounding the opening. "It's a girl-" he says, his voice laced with confusion. He says this in a comforting accent. I can't quite place which one as everything I know has seemed to disappear from memory.
I finally follow suit, looking up at the crowd around us to realise I'm surrounded by a sea of teenaged boys. Not one girl in sight. I wonder if there are other girls and they just didn't want to come see the commotion in fear it would just be another boy, but my thoughts are quickly disturbed when I hear boys mutter and yell from the crowd.
"A girl? Are you serious?"
"What is she doing here?"
"Is she pretty?"
"Why would they send us a girl?"
"Maybe they want us to reproduce!"
"I call dibs!"
I could sense the boy next to me's patience was wearing thin, but he spoke calmly nonetheless. "Right, all of you shanks clear out. You remember how it was to be a greenie, now imagine being a girl greenie surrounded by prying boys talking about bloody reproduction and klunk. Go back to work before I get Alby!"
Shanks? Greenie? Klunk? What on earth are these words?
"You alright there, Greenie?" He asks, holding out a hand for me to take. I look at him cautiously and slowly reach out to take his hand in mine. "Relax Greenie, I won't bite"
He pulls me up into a standing position and shakes my hand "I'm Newt, let's get you out of this bloody box and I'll show you around the glade."
Glade?
"What are all these words you keep saying?" I finally speak. He looks at me with a hint of amusement plastered on his face. "It's like Glade lingo" he answers. He gestures to my waist "You mind?"
I assume he's just going to lift me out of the box, but something in his words still made my cheeks flush as I nodded. I don't think he see's anything because he doesn't seem bothered or amused by my nod. He places his hands around my waist, part of me wonders whether he'll even be able to lift me up. By the looks of him you'd assume he didn't have the best strength, although the more I look at him the more I 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 to look at him. I don't exactly know what my 'type' was before I lost all my memories, but I think by my reaction to this blonde boy lifting me out of the box; it's safe to say this is it.
Before I know it we're both standing on a plush grass surface. Still lost in my thoughts, I don't realise that the boy has climbed up beside me.
"Welcome to the glade Greenie"
♥ 𝑨/𝑵 - 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔! 𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏!
- 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒓 🪐