𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐘, tmr

The beginning of Ada , 001

ONE , the beginning of Ada

It was cold. I was so damn cold.

Around her It was warm, contracting to her icy cold skin, it was Close to near Burning temperatures.

It felt as if her lungs were filled to the brim with liquid, and her clothes stuck to her body uncomfortably due to excessive sweating and what seemed to be what was left of water mixed with some other nasty chemicals.

It was mucky and the air surrounding the barely breathing girl was thick, and cluttered.
Seeming As if there was another body beside her that took up the remaining oxygen.

She internally groaned. She would have done it externally if she could feel her body, if she herself could move.
But she couldn't, not that she would want to move, her body felt like pins and needles with every move she made. She was hyper aware...but why? What trauma did her body remember that her mind couldn't?

There was little to no space in whatever container she was kept in, Through her half closed eyelids and the dimly lit —as in she couldn't see a damn thing while it was dimly lit— space she could feel tons of Wooden crates. She wondered if...a loud animistic squeal jolted her out of her own head as a loud gasp left her mouth.

Her eyes shot open wide, and just as she thought she couldn't get more confused, rustling was heard next to her.
Then it clicked,

She wasn't alone.

As the rustling became more frantic, so did the semi-conscious Female.

She then suddenly felt a cold finger touch her leg, most likely by accident.
She jolted up to be met with nothing but darkness.

"Wha—"

The voice next to her was cut off by what the assumed box the pair was kept In jolting up violently and suddenly.

Her body slammed to the floor from the sheer pressure the box was holding. Under her skin she felt the cold metal grate press against her palms leaving fat imprints as she rose to her knees in an attempt to look around.

Suddenly , bright and extreme Red Lights began flashing by as a loud alarm rang through her temple.

It was so loud and unnerving that she was forced to plug her ears, clutching her palms around them tightly as she Clamped her teeth down. She scooted back as far as she could until her barely clothed back hit the harsh metal wiring of the Container.

She gasped out of surprise but her inhales did nothing but let her lungs down. She was losing the battle to keep her own breath as the little air she could keep caught in her throat and soon, everything around her became pitch black. Pitch black and Eerily silent.

She couldn't see the flashing lights anymore, she couldn't hear the alarm, she couldn't hear the breathing of the other person, not even her own. But the box stayed in motion.

The same ring sounded through her ear lobes as she found herself suffocating once more.

After what felt like years of the box moving it came to an abrupt stop. Forcing The girl and her companion to bounce up nearly hitting the top of the box and harshly fall to the metal flooring with a loud and painful yelp from the girl.