Blank Spaces (A Maze Runner fanfic)

Chapter 1 (Alice's POV)

"Wake up!!" A yell breaks my conciseness and I jerk up. I instantly notice, I'm no where I recognize. The floor is cold under me. Metal. That's when I notice the terrible sound. Screeching and grinding sounds followed by a shake of the medal container I'm trapped in. It's not just me though. I can hear breathing. I whip around slamming the other into the metal wall, my arm pinned against their throat. I see her face and drop my arm. My sister was with me.
"What the hell was that for" she says.
"Sorry" I say regretfully, "I didn't realize it was you. Where are we exactly?"
"I have no clue. Honestly remembering isn't my best ability right now." Now that she says so, she's right. I can't remember a thing. Well, my name, her name, eating, walking, breathing, normal everyday abilities. But, I don't remember how we got here or anything along those lines. I don't know where we're going or if we're even going anywhere. I stand up, curious. Upon standing, my head brushes the top of the container. I stick my hands out in front of me, feeling along the cold walls for something, anything to give me a sign. I find nothing. The walls seem as bare as my past. As if someone washed the slate of my life clean except for vitals. The box-like elevator shakes and I fall to the ground, hitting my head along the way. I feel along the floor, the walls again, the ceiling, everywhere! There seems to be no escape. I can't take it. I walk over to a wall, bring my fist back, and punch as hard as I can. Pain strikes up my arm and my knuckles begin to bleed. It doesn't stop me, I kick at the walls till both my legs ache. After a lifetime of trying to break the wall I stop. Of course, I am more logical than calling about half an hour a lifetime but it really doesn't help that every second seems to take an hour to tick past. I give the wall one last hard kick and the box shutters again.
"You're gonna break the thing!" My sister yells through the thick darkness. I just shake my head and rip my shirt off over my head. My dark red hair is wet with sweat and my bangs cling to my tan face. I dry it with my shirt and tie the white tank top around my bloody fist. Beads of sweat continue to moisten my face less my attempt to dry it. The sweat falls in drips to the floor as I feel along the wall for the corner opposite my sister. I tuck my legs up to my chest and bury my face in my knees. I scream every time the box shakes and begin to cry. The stress of taking this all in is too much. The box shakes majorly this time and the grinding stops, signaling our arrival at, well I don't know. My first and only reaction is getting up. I walk over and tug her up with me, then begin banging my good fist on the wall. "HELP!!" I yell repeatedly. My sister is banging with both fists and screaming at the top of her lungs. Ten minutes passes with no response. Fifteen. Twenty. Nothing. I finally stop trying, my other fist now bloody and my throat raw from screaming. I crumple to the ground in a huddle of shaking insanity. Darkness swirls around me and the world seems to spin. Where am I? Why am I here? Am I even anywhere? Is anyone coming to get me? These and a billion other questions spin through my head as the world around me fades to black.