Running for hope //Minho x Fem!oc

Arrival

Authors note: Ello humans. This is my first time writing a fan fiction. I'm freaking out right now. Don't be too rude :) I'd love *constructive* criticism though. Anyways, enjoy!

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I gasped, feeling the cold air rush in and out of my lungs. My eyes flew open, yet I couldn't really tell the difference, since it was pitch-black all around me. My body was shivering uncontrollably, and I could feel goosebumps rising all over my skin.

I was jolted out of my thoughts as a painful metal squealing penetrated the silence all around me. I covered my ears with my hands as quickly as possible, trying to block out the noise.

I tried to sit up, but I immediately regretted that decision. I felt dizzy and light-headed; though I tried to ignore that completely. I was about to lie down again, when my smartish thoughts started. I didn't know what was happening to me, or what situation I was in, so lazing around wasn't going to help me in the slightest.

I womaned up and moved my hands slowly along the surface under me. It was cold and smooth, probably metal. My hands edged along, slowly coming into contact with something grainy and rough - wood? My hands moved up, and I could feel that it was a box of some sort.

I tried to stand up, but I almost collapsed again from the sudden nausea that coursed through me. I tried to grab behind myself and felt the wall of the...the thing I was in. I pushed myself up standing, slowly stretching my hands above me, trying to feel the roof.

My breathing hitched, my body freezing in panic. I couldn't feel anything above me at all. Like I was in some void. Maybe I was just floating in nothingness.

I took a few steps forward in the dark, my heartbeat and breathing accelerating. I came into contact with the other wall three steps away. I was trapped in - well - something, hanging in the middle of probably nowhere.

"Help! Hello?! Help me!"

My voice came out shrill and hoarse. Even though it hurt screaming with my parched throat, it didn't stop me in the slightest. I was panicking, and I could feel myself slowly slipping into a crazed state.

I hammered my fists wildly on the wall in front of my, continuously screaming for an answer: still nothing other than the squealing metal. I sank to down to the floor, silent sobs racking throughout my entire body.

I had no idea what was happening. I had no idea where I was being transported to. I was probably being abducted by aliens. I had absolutely no idea what...anything was. My name, identity, family, appearance; in fact, anything that could hint something about myself. Those thoughts worried me even more. Maybe I was dead. Maybe I would be stuck in this crazy void for eternity. My breathing came even faster, I could feel anxiety clawing at my stomach. My hands were shaking uncontrollably, my body soon following suit.

I sucked in a breath, closing my eyes briefly to collect myself. This was no time to hyperventilate. I focused on my breathing, trying to calm myself down. I concentrated on the small things, like the coolness of the metal on my back and hands, or the sensations of clothes rustling on my skin. When I opened them again, I saw a red light flickering all around me. My brow furrowed.

I looked all around myself and I could finally somewhat assess my surroundings. So I wasn't stuck in a complete void. Which probably also meant I wasn't dead. I looked up trying to see literally anything, and through the flickering, I could make out the end of my journey. I was being transported upwards - it reminded me of an elevator. I had no idea how I even knew that. It didn't matter. Any hints at all were welcome. I looked around myself to the crates. They had four letters printed onto the wood: W.C.K.D. I frowned at them, wracking my brain for any other information, yet I had absolutely no idea what they could stand for. Much to my surprise, I felt angry and queasy when thinking of them. I shook my head, trying to ignore that for now. Those thoughts were for another time. I started scanning further, trying to find something useful around me.