My eyes shoot open as I sit up from lying on my back, gasping unsuccessfully for air.
I turn over onto my side, putting both of my hands flat on the ground, beginning to cough harshly. Water rises up my throat and out of my mouth, spilling through the floor instead of pooling around my hands.
I cough up the last of the water in my lungs before taking deep gulps of air, catching my breath before picking my head up to look around.
I notice I'm in a small, dimly lit metal cage, the only source of brightness being the blue fluorescent lights that move down on the outside of the cage as it quickly rises up.
Looking back down to my hands, my eyes widen as I notice the long drop below me.
Picking my head up, I reach my hand out to grab onto any object I can use to lift myself up.
My hand meets with something cold. Grasping it, I use the item to pull myself up onto my wobbling legs, taking hold of the same cold object with my other hand to steady myself.
With a shaky hand, I brush my h/c hair out of my face, looking at the object I'm holding onto.
I squint and see it's a closed metal barrel, several other identical barrels surround the one I'm leaning on. I look to my right and see multiple crates, wooden planks and scraps of metal that are all different sizes.
Slowly, I make my way towards them, glancing up as I walk. Panic quickly sets in as I watch the cage I'm in rush up to the ceiling at an alarming speed.
Suddenly, just as the cage reaches the top, there's a loud buzzing noise and the cage jolts to a stop, sending me flying forwards.
I instinctively extend my hands out in front of me to catch myself, however, I land on the pile of metal pieces I saw earlier and a small, cold shard digs into the palm of my right hand.
Letting out a cry of pain and hissing through clenched teeth, I sit up and quickly grab ahold of my right wrist, pulling my injured hand up and into the light.
I look down at my hand and examine it the best I can in the dim lighting. The small piece of metal is sitting deep inside my palm, dark red blood oozing out from the wound and down the white sleeve of my right arm, staining it dark red.
Hugging my arm to my body, I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to see the bloody sight. The pain is absolutely agonizing, it's hard to focus on anything else.
I use my left hand to scoot myself backwards until my back hits the wall of the cage.
With a trembling hand, I pull my sleeve down over my palm, keeping my injury covered as best as I can.
Everything is silent and unmoving and as I open my eyes and look to the top of the cage, my panic from moments earlier sets in again. I frantically look around, my eyes searching the cage for anything that'll help me remember.
Panicking, I begin to breathe rapidly.
Where am I? Who am I? Why am I here? Why can't I remember anything?
Suddenly, a bright, blinding light shines down into the cage, my uninjured hand immediately flying up to cover my eyes from the light.
Trembling with anxiety, I move myself further into the corner, attempting to hide myself away from whatever's on the outside of this box.
It's silent and still, until a silhouette of someone's head pokes over the edge, peering down into the box I'm in. A moment after, another head pokes over the edge to peer inside too.
"Do you see anyone, Newt?" one of the figures asks the other.
The person closest to me, Newt as the other boy called him, shakes his head. "No. But I'll go down for a better look."
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FanficY/n is the third person to come up into the Glade. She can't remember anything before waking up in the box and neither can the two boys who pull her out. After three years of the same thing, Thomas comes up and does what no Glader has ever done bef...
