𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 {𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐭 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫}

two: the knife

Everyone stood in shock, unaware of how to respond to my last comment. I looked down at the unconscious girl, examining her existence. She looked young, with long (y/h/c) hair, beautiful skin and long eyelashes. She was very pretty, her facial features placed in the way that complements her face shape completely. The others stood in silence around the box as I stared at her, completely taken aback from the experience.

There was something...strange about her. As soon as I saw her, I had this odd feeling. Something about her was just, familiar. 

"Dibs!" 

"Is she awake?" 

"Is she dead?"

"Shut up." I hissed, unsure of how to answer their questions.

"Newt, if she's unconscious we should take her to the hut. Clint and Jeff will know what to do." He said in a comforting tone. I nodded and bent down to look at her further. She had a long-sleeved grey shirt on and black leggings, hugging her figure perfectly. I touched her hand, searching for a pulse. She was alive, just unresponsive.

I reached over and put her arm over my shoulder, pulling her body over mine. She was rather light, so it didn't take much for me to lift her slowly out of the box. Alby followed closely behind me as I took her to the hut, hearing all of the comments about her from the other Gladers as I walked through the field.

I placed her gently on the bed in the hut, still failing to take my eyes off her. Jeff slowly came up from behind me, as to not startle me from my trance. "She'll be fine I'm sure." He said, pretty sure of himself. "She just seems to be in some sort of comatose state, but I doubt she will be in it for very long as no one else has entered through the box like this." He added, and I turned slightly to look at him. 

"This is strange. No one has ever come up unconscious before, certainly not a girl and no one has ever come up a day later than another Glader. I think something awful may have happened, that we may not be aware of yet." I remarked, unsure of how to feel.

"Let's just wait until she wakes up and see what she knows." Alby stated, reminding me of his presence in the room. I nodded slowly, mostly because I couldn't think of any better ideas.

"Come on, let's leave 'em to it." Alby said, implying that he and I should leave. I nodded again and removed myself from the side of the bed. As I reached the door, I turned back slightly, getting one last look of her before trudging outside the door.

One last look of familiarity that I couldn't explain.

Y/N's POV:

My head was loud. Nothing was focusing, not my thoughts, my vision or my mind. I forced my eyes open slightly, desperately trying to get a good look of where I was. Everything around me was blurred, like I had just taken off a pair of strong prescription glasses.

I lifted my head slightly, wanting to get a better look at my surroundings. I sniffed, taking in all the smells, as I suddenly realised, I couldn't remember a single thing. What the fuck? Where are all my memories? Who am I? 

In shock, I sat up. I was on a bed, with a thin mattress and a cotton duvet. I started to take in everything around me; two beds on my left side and a long wooden table at the back against a wall. I was in some sort of tent, I thought. 

Where the fuck am I?

Then all of a sudden, I heard voices dripping around the corner.

They were in ear shot, yet I couldn't make out what they were saying. I could distinguish at least three different voices, and they were all male.

I started to panic as I looked around again. The only things on the lone table were some bandages and a knife.

A knife should suffice I thought as I scurried over to the table. My legs felt surprisingly stable as I figured they would give out more. I grabbed the knife in my hand, examining it with my fingers. Nothing too interesting stood out, long thing blade with a wooden handle.