Desire ❃ newt

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I gasped for air, feeling as if I was just drowning. My ears were filled with the sound of metal clanking together. It was dark and I could feel the metal floor beneath my hands.

Why am I here?

Who sent me here?

Where am I?

What am I doing here?

When will this stop?

How did I get here?

I didn't even remember what my name was. I didn't remember anything.

I looked up, on my hands and knees while trying to keep steady. I saw someone in the corner of the metal cage I was stuck in. I quickly backed up, afraid of the other person in here.

Did he put me in here?

"Who the hell are you?" The words left my mouth. My voice came out hoarse and raspy, like I've been screaming for hours.

Red lights quickly flashed by us as the cage went shooting up. Where? I have yet to find out.

"I-I . . ." He stuttered. "I don't know." He must not remember his name either.

I couldn't really see the boy, but I could tell by his calm voice that he couldn't hurt a fly. I decided to let him be as I huddled in the opposite corner of him.

We sat there, for what felt like hours, waiting for this metal cage to stop and arrive at it's destination. The air was cold, making goosebumps rise up on my arms. I was dressed in what looked like men clothing but fit like woman's clothing . . . if that made any sense.

I wore army green cargo pants that were loose around my ankles but got tighter as they went up. They weren't too tight, just a comfortable tight. The front of my loose, white, short sleeve shirt was tucked into the front of my pants. Covering my feet were brown work boots.

My hair fell to my shoulders but I couldn't see what color it was since it was so dark. I wanted to know what I looked like.

Am I ugly?

That thought was the last thing I had to worry about. I had to worry about getting out of this cage.

The cage halted to a stop, making me and the person in front of me jump in fear. We stayed there, still, for one minute. Then two. When I thought I was going to die of anxiety, a bright light came flooding into the cage.

I looked away, my eyes instantly burning. My head snapped toward the person in there with me. I could finally see him. He had dark brown hair, light brown eyes, and a nice build. He seemed tall, but I didn't know since we were both sitting down.

He was doing the same thing to me, observing my features. He looked dangerously familiar, but I couldn't tell where I've seen him before.

"A girl?" I heard someone with a weird tone in their voice ask.

"Where?! Where?!"

"There's two of them." The weird voice said again. There was something different about his voice, but I found it cool and quite amusing.

"How old is she?"

"She doesn't want to get with you!"

"Two!"

"I got dibs!"

"Shut up, shanks!" The person with the cool voice yelled.

The sound of people talking immediately stopped.

I looked up, along with the boy. My eyes slightly adjusted to the light as a figure stood on the top of the open cage.

"Welcome to the Glade."

A wave of confusion washed over me.

The Glade?

What's the Glade?

The figure jumped down into the cage, steadying himself as if he was a pro at jumping in cages.

I studied his features. He had light blonde hair, but it looked dirty. He wore what looked like the same thing me and the other boy was wearing. He had nice brown eyes that I couldn't help but stare into.

"C'mon." He was the boy with the cool voice. A heavy British accent.

He helped the boy out of the box first, only to hear what heard like one thousand people start yelling and hollering.

My stomach twisted and turned as I thought about going up there, being faced with the world.

I looked at him hesitantly, not trusting the hand he held out to help me up.

"I won't hurt you, love." He smiled, he had perfect white teeth. I was surprised, considering how dirty his hair and clothes were.

Love?

Did I even know this kid?

What could he do to me that's worse than losing your memory?

I slowly grabbed his warm hand. He lightly flinched at how cold my hand was.

He gently pulled me up and climbed back out of the box. I thought he was going to leave me here, but my thoughts were vanished when he stuck out his hand for me, again. This time, I didn't hesitate to take it. I didn't want to be down here alone. He helped me out of the cage with ease as I steadied myself onto the ground that surrounded the cage.

The British boy's hand was still loosely holding onto mine as I looked around. I stood in a vast courtyard that looked ten times the size of a football field. There were huge grey walls that surrounded the courtyard. Each wall had a gap in them, leading to somewhere too dark to see. There were small buildings here and there.

This must be the Glade.

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