Glorious (Maze Runner Fanfic)

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The girl was trapped, Surrounded from all sides and squished in the center of oblivion. And as if it wasn't unfortunate enough, the cage she was in was accelerating. And that smell, it forced her hand on her nose and her tears on her face and a yell of which she couldn't release.

She couldn't talk.

She felt like she could, her teeth, her tongue and her lips could- but not her throat. It was damaged.
She tried to create a sound with a mouth twisting into odd shapes and air coursing down her throat , however, she could sense an undesired friction extending all throughout her neck. She just wasn't functioning properly.
(I don't understand I don't- Why can't i yell for help i want out)

She was so overwhelmed with her inability to talk that she almost forgot about the room, almost molded in with its shallowness and dim lights, but she didn't. she couldn't guess the reason behind her being here, she couldn't guess a thing in the first place. her name, Glorious , was the only clear, understandable thought she had at that moment. It was like a colorful sign poised in an ironically loud rebelliousness right at the center of her brain. It blinged and beamed in her mind so brightly that it made her head throb at certain points. It was anything but vague.
(I'm Glorious I am not Glorious I'm Glorious I am not Glorious who am I who am I who am I)
She hated that name. That was her first opinion.

The dark smelly cage kept on accelerating. a vivid, uneven acceleration that she couldn't help but fear, it was as if the whole place was forced up, against its will and durability. She just hoped it wouldn't collapse.
(Where am i going what is this?)
She closed her eyes, reopened, and released tears that were forced out because of the notorious stench, that's the reason she made up to sanitize herself from the outcome of her weakened nerves. she wasn't able to remember a thing and hazy , unevenly collaborated images were crowding her head like a flock of cars on a crossroad.

A thought held still in her head, thin like a white thread in pitch black darkness. She saw herself in a car, in all the meanings of what a car is, but she couldn't quite describe it. No numbers, dates, faces or names were available, no tangible facts, she couldn't even remember the color of the car or the furniture inside. Her mind itched for the thoughts and her fingers tried to yank them out of her head, along with her hair. Perhaps she'll recall, or the pain will wake her up from this nightmare.

Fear, madness, claustrophobia, they dominated Glorious. There was a violent vibe taking over her, mainly constructed of terror. All an after effect of the white thread that clarified just how much darkness she was in. The sound of her shallow breath accompanied the mechanical noise the box made as it cut it's way upwards. Her shaky hands glitched before her, the red hue of the only light present in the room made her vision fuzzy, her eyes burned, and her lungs tightened.
( I can't breathe i can't breathe here.)
She swung the glitched hands down with all her might. The ground took dozens of slaps from Glorious, she let the noise and the pain sharpen her senses. She couldn't afford a loose mind with no thread of thoughts now, considering that all she had was the now. Whatever went on in her mind and caused a distraction , it became her enemy. She'll find her way out then remember
(Keep it together, next step next step. Try to do something)
She crawled around the room on wobbly knees and tried to shake the metal walls free from their hinges, but they refused to budge, two of her nails broke in the process, one finger oozed red blood accented by the read light, and her knuckles were certainly bruised because when she couldn't pull, she certainly tried push with repetitive punches, not like it worked out for her.

She sucked on the bloody tip of her finger and hissed. There were no doors, no exits, no way out, just some mundane boxes and bags. She layed on her back and she squinted her eyes at the roof above her head. A solid bulk, yet there was a slight crack in the middle, like it is some door that opens from the outside. another image of a thread of light in the oblivion filled her mind. is this all there is for her? Thin hopes enclosed in unnerving darkness?