Treasured | Minho [TMR]

One

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My eyes open suddenly and a throbbing pain shoots through my head. I sit up quickly, holding my head and closing my eyes again. After a few minutes I open my eyes once more and look around.

"Where am I?" I whisper aloud, looking about the empty room. I'm lying on a bed that I don't remember getting into, in a room I don't remember entering. I can't seem to recall how I got here at all.

The last thing I can remember is....well, I don't actually know.

I wracked my brain looking for an answer. But nothing came. Quite literally, nothing. At all. I couldn't remember how I got here, why I was here or even who I was. There was not one single thing about myself or how I got in this situation that I could recall. Not one.

Then as if on cue, it suddenly hit me. The box. I was in a big box or cage.... I could've sworn it was only moments ago too. I can't remember much, like everything else it seems, just the feeling of being overwhelmed. I remember feeling anxious and out of breath, the air surely getting thinner by each passing second. I walked circles around the cage, hitting the sides of it with my first, hoping it would do some damage.

I also remember everything spinning. It was too much for me to handle. There were too many questions flooding my mind and not enough space in that damn box. I couldn't help but feel trapped, that much I do remember. Then it all went dark. And now I find myself curled up in a bed, no clues as to how I got here. Maybe I got here the same way I got into that box. Then again, maybe not.

There was a loud rummaging a couple meters away and a few hushed voices accompanying it. Not a moment later a boy emerged from the only doorway of the room that I could see. He first looked behind him with an annoyed expression, then sighed as his eyes wandered over to me.

"I see you're awake, greenie." The boy began, walking towards me. I couldn't help but feel a little defensive by each step he took, and so I grabbed the closest thing to me and pointed it in his direction. "Woah, you're gonna try threaten me with a tin can?"

As I looked towards my hand I realised I was in fact holding some sort of can. I know it wasn't much of a threat, but it's the best I can do with what I have around me. Most things are cloth-like, being around a bed and all. I held on tighter to the object, trusting this guy less and less by the second.

"Well are you gonna be threat?" I replied back. I pulled the can back behind behind my head, readying myself to throw it at the guy. He must have noticed my more hostile change of stance as he quickly threw his arms in the air.

"Relax greenie, I'm not gonna hurt you." He stated, a gentle tone replacing the mocking one from before. "In fact, I'm staying right here." He continued on. "So can you put the can down?"

I just shook my head, pulling my arm a little further back. In the event that I do have to throw this, it'll give me more power in my throw. The guy hung his head low and gave a loud sigh, then he dropped to the floor and sat down.

"Is that supposed to make me trust you more?" I questioned, keeping my form. However, by now my arm started to grow tired. I wanted to lower it, so I started looking for anything I could that might make the guy in front of me seem less of a threat, more trustworthy.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" He asked calmly, clearly worried that a decibel higher might trigger me to fire. That's a good, trustworthy sign...right?

"Just stay there." I state, my arm lowering slightly at his now less threatening stance. And he did, he stayed there. Another good reason to trust him, I guess.