Merciless

1. Crank, scratch, squeak

Her eyes flashed open, sweat dripping down her face. She looked around to see nothing but darkness, all she could hear was a loud squeaky and scratchy sound that was hurting her ears.

As she looked around trying to find or see anything, she had so many questions. "Where am I?" "whats that noise" & "who am I...?" all rang through her head.

As she sat there she started freaking out, she did her best to stand up. As she stood she almost fell back, the whole crate shaking, she cought herself before she fell. As she stood another CRANK, SCRATCH, SQUEAK came out of the shaky box.

She scammered as she walked, reaching out for anything to touch, her hands roughly met the metal of the box. As she felt it she quickly latched on, starting to yell. "HELP" "SOMEONE HELP" she screamed over and over again.

Her voice scratcht as she went on, eventually giving up, no one would hear her anyway.

After what felt like forever but was really 3 hours the box abruptly stopped. She fell to the ground harshly, that would leave a bruise. As the box shook she heard voices.

She wanted to yell again but her voice to scratchy and ichy, the best she could do was talk. With that, the big metal doors at the top swung open.

"Hold off you shanks" she heard from the croud, a british accent lacing the voice. As the people moved at the sun was shown she quickly closed her eyes, to goddamn bright.

Then she heard and felt a thud, she reluctlently opened her eyes to see a tall, blond, boy with shaggy hair and dirty clothes. He froze, starimg at her wide eyed.

"What kind of shank is there now?!" "did he klunk his pants?!" she heard yells from above. Boy, he? She wasnt a boy, god so rude. She thought. Before the blomd boy who was standing infront spoke up.

"Its a girl..."

AN: hey guys!!! If you didnt see before, my name is Charlotte! Im new for writing in here an nothing has been edited yet so please be nice!!! I hope you all enjoyed that chapter, sorry it was short! 💗💗