Have A Little Hope [TMR Minho Fanfiction]

1. Confusion

I wake to the sounds of moving chains. The sound was so familiar, but I don't know how. I keep my eyes shut, afraid of what I'll see when I open them, and when I pluck up the courage I was surprised.

Black. I could only see black. I felt around me, hoping there's something I could grab onto, and reach a wall. I trace my hand around the wall to find I'm in a box. It's moving upwards, so it's hard to gain my balance.

I grabbed onto the side of the wall and lifted myself with all my strength, which wasn't much. When I got up my knees gave up almost instantly, so I was left there on the ground.

I crawled into a corner, to find boxes. I move them out of the way so I can get into the corner. How long has it been? Ten minutes Passes. Then twenty. Thirty. I try to think why I'm here, isolated. My name. What is my name? Why am I here? Where is my family? After another Ten minute's the box finally stops.

Something above me opens, but I just try to hide more, covering myself with some boxes. I can read them now since there's light. One says 'clothes' on it, another has 'supplies' I also noticed that all of them has the same word on them, like a brand. 'WICKED' Were they the people who supplied us?

My thoughts were cut short when I heard an alarm ringing, really loud over and over again. Then suddenly It stopped and I could hear voices above me. All of them were male. Why can't I remember anything? 

One jumped down and landed with a big 'thud' I brought my knees to my chest and tried to slow my breathing which was picking up rapidly.

 "Where's the bleeding greenie?" A British boy said. He couldn't be older than sixteen. 

"What do you mean where's the greenie? He should be shucking here!" Another male voice said. But his voice was deeper than the other boys. 

"Just move out the boxes out, for now, he should be here," the British boy ordered then sighed.

I could hear them passing the boxes to each other, getting closer and closer by the second. I finally hear the box in front of me being moved away. I shut my eyes, thinking that it will all go away, that I was never in here.

 "What the shuck?" I hear the boy with the deeper voice say.

I open my eyes to find myself looking at an Asian boy. He's very muscular. "Hello, greenie. Newt!" He shouted the last part. I don't say anything except shrugging my shoulders.

 The British boy named Newt jumped back into the box, taking a good look at me. "It's-It's not a boy." 

The Asian boy turned to look at him. "It's a shucking girl Newt," he replied.

Newt looked at me in disbelief,  "What? No, that's not right." he said looking over the boy's shoulder. "Bloody hell! It is a girl. Minho, take her to the slammer till we can get answers."

The what? The slammer? What's that? What ever it is I don't want to go in.

 "Are you sure?" The Asian boy called Minho asked. 

"Yeah, we need to get Alby too. Winston, go get Alby and tell him to meet me at the slammers in an hour." The boy called Winston turned around and jogged off. Minho held out his hand, and I took it while someone threw down a rope. When I was out of the box, everyone gawked at me. It was awkward, to say the least. After a couple of minutes, the cat calls started and then some of the boy's tried to start talking to me.

"Back off and leave her alone!" Minho hissed at them all. They stopped immediately. It seems that he can control them just as well as Newt. They all walked off into the other direction. When I looked around, I almost fainted. We were enclosed in four huge concrete walls, over 100 feet high, with vines hanging down from them. 

Minho turned to look at me. "What's your name, greenie?" He asked, and when I went to answer I couldn't.

 "I-I can't remember," I manage to say. How could I not know my name? 

"That's okay, it'll come back in a few days" he reassured me.

 "I hope so. I don't like getting called greenie." He chuckled. I looked around. The place was huge. I was in the center of the field and then over to the far left behind me, was a forest. Facing me in the distance was a wooden house, and beside it was some trenches dug into the ground with stick covering the entrance like bars. I'm guessing that those are the slammers the boys were on about. 

"Don't mind the other shuckfaces, they will leave you alone. I'll make sure of it." Minho said to break the silence. 

"Thanks for telling them to stop," I say, smiling a little.

 "Yeah, well just watch out for them," he's serious now. "I don't think any of us remember the last time we saw a girl."

We finally reached the slammers. At the bottom was rock floor and it was empty. no chairs, pillows, nothing. "This is where I have to leave you," he says opening the door and smirking. I just nod and get in. "I'm surprised you didn't klunk your pants when you were in the box."  Klunk? What does that even mean? And before I even get the chance to ask him, he's gone.

I'm alone for almost an hour now, so I might fall asleep. What's the harm in doing that? I lie my head on the concrete ground and drift away.

"Greenie! Greenie!" It's Minho. This is what I wake up to. Fantastic. I look past him and see it's night. How long have I been in here? "I've been trying to wake you up for five minutes! Come on, Alby wants to see you" He opens the door and lets me out.

 Before I start walking I stretched, yawning. Why does he have to get me up now? I'm exhausted. "He just a wants to see if you can remember anything," I look at him straight in the eyes. They're a beautiful shade of brown.

 "I can't remember anything," I protest. 

"Tell that to Alby, not me" just as he says that two boys, were messing and ran into me, bringing me to the ground. I hit my head, hard.

Skyler.

My name is Skyler. I jump up almost instantly, but Minho is too busy giving out to the boys. When he's finished he grabs my shoulder "Are you okay?"

But I don't answer. "Skyler! Skyler is my name!" I feel more relieved that I can remember something. "Great.  welcome to the glade, Skyler," he says smiling, and we walk to the place he called the homestead.