Evasion • Newt

2 | the arrival

My eyes opened to an unfamiliar area.

What was happening? Where was I?

My head shot up, rather quickly might I add, trying to get a glimpse of my surroundings, while the rest of me laid motionless on cold metal. My body and my mind were telling me not to move, but when do I ever actually listen?

I tried sitting up despite how much my entire body ached. I just barely moved, and yet that was enough to send excruciating, sharp pains to go shooting down my back and legs. Yep, maybe that wasn't such a great idea, Aspen.

What the hell happened to me?

Out of nowhere, a huge wave of all my memories came rushing back to me. I know where I am, what I'm doing, where I'm going. 

I'm going to the glade.

I had to gather every bit of strength I had left in me in order to actually sit up this time. I struggled, but finally got into a sitting position on the extremely uncomfortable ground.

My head was throbbing so bad, it felt like my brain was being pushed onto the walls of my skull. I grabbed my head as my vision was trying to stabilize, but it wasn't helping at all, it was just becoming more cloudy.

"how long have I even been in here?" I spoke out loud to myself. I really should have thought to bring a watch with me. At least I'll get one when I run. They can protest all they want, but if they want to get out of that hell hole, they WILL make me a runner.

I know the maze better than Minho, that's not the problem, the problem is going to be getting them to trust me enough to let me be a runner. That is going to be really hard to do, considering the fact that I'm going to be the only girl there. I mean, wouldn't you think something weird was going on if out of nowhere they just send a girl into a closed in space with about 50 boys?

Breaking me away from my thoughts was the feeling of warm liquid slowly making it's way from the back of my scalp, down to the base of my neck. I moved my hand from my forehead, where it was currently, and brought it to the source of the trickling liquid. 

It felt sticky, kind of like watered down glue. I brought my hand in front of my face, trying to look at the substance that was there, but it was way too dark in the box for me to see anything.

As if on queue, the box started moving a little more quickly as I passed lights that were on the walls surrounding me. As I looked around, I realized I was getting closer to the glade. Damn, this took a lot longer than I thought it would.

I looked back down at my hand, that was now illuminated by the few lights, to see that it was stained red, blood. Great, I'm bleeding. And sure enough, the steel where my head was previously laying was slightly tinted red.

I must have fell, hit my head, and passed out when Tommy sent me up. That explains why I was laying on the floor when I woke up. I blame Thomas, thanks bud.

I tried to stand myself up so I could get a better look at what else is in here with me besides the bag that I had brought. I never actually looked in here before because I wasn't allowed to. I would just give the two huge guys that were in charge of watching the box, all the supplies that I would gather for the gladers and they would be the ones to send it up. They obviously didn't care too much about the crates or what I would put in them because they never once questioned why they were so large and heavy.

After many failed attempts of trying to get up on my feet, I was finally able to stand, with some, well, with a lot of help from the metal walls. My legs felt so weak from sitting in here for so long. They felt so fragile.