Newt- Love in a Lost World

The Box

My name is y/n.

There it was. My only memory. My name. I can't remember anything else. I didn't even know what I looked like. I couldn't tell anyways.

I had woken up in a dark box. I could tell it was moving cause I wasn't steady, and it smelled rustic so I'm assuming it was made of metal.

There were these boxes around me but I couldn't have cared less. All I wanted was my memory. The harder I tried to grasp at something the farther away it seemed. I remembered basic things like math and animals, and gardening, but I couldn't recall myself. My friends, family, I didn't even know what food I liked.

After about twenty minutes of trying to grasp something other than my name and basic knowledge, I decided I should probably take care of the situation at hand: I was stuck in a moving box that was going who knew where.

As I finally grasped on this concept fear suddenly grabbed hold of me. I was wasting time trying to remember a past life when I may be on my way to losing mine. No, I thought, I am not going to die. I thought about survival skills. I knew I could go only three days with no water, making that my primary concern.

I decided to finally check the crates. I found a latch on one after feeling around and opened it up. I felt around inside and grabbed what felt like shoes. I decided to move on knowing I'd need more important things. I go over something that feels smooth and round. I pick it up and squeeze. It bended a little but was rather firm. I smelt it and recognized it instantly, it was an apple. I bite into it and was just enjoying how good it tasted when I suddenly felt that I was slowing down.

Instinctively, I throw the apple down and leap to my feet. I feel for the box again and then search through it blindly. I grab what feels like a knife, and cut my finger. I shout animal names for I didn't remember any curse words. I feel gently this time and grab the handle. 

The whole box has stopped moving now and I quickly grasp the knife in my right after shaking and feel in the crate for something else. I come upon what feels like rope. I grab it and put my knife down next to me and tie a loop in the rope as quickly as possible. Again, I knew how to do it simply, but I had no memory of how I knew it. I get over it quickly and get ready to tie anyone I see and cut anyone who gets near me. I grab my knife and put myself  in a fighting stance. I waited for what felt like forever, though I knew it couldn't have been more than three minutes. 

All of a sudden there is a burst of blinding light. I tried to cover my eyes but it was all around me. I refused to close my eyes and drop my weapons. I squinted downwards and still held my knife ready. I heard voices all around me but nobody came. My eyes adjusted quicker than I thought as I listened in to what they were saying.

"What the shuck? Is that a girl?"

"Nice, we got a girl."

"Is the hot?"

"Oh, she is mine."

Offended, I look up and threw the rope around the boy who was claiming me. It wrapped around his shoulders and I tightened the rope and pulled. He fell into the box. By now the other boys were shocked and backing up. Ignoring them, I ran over to the fallen boy and put the knife around his throat. 

In a clear, firm voice I said, "Answers. Now."

The other boys laughed. Wait a minute, I thought, I'm the only girl. Fear crept over me. I had a bad feeling about one girl amongst many boys.

Suddenly a tall, dark-skinned and rather strong man came up. "Well, well, well," He said in a rather deep voice. "We have got ourselves a girl. And a feisty one at that." I glowered at him in dislike. "Hey, don't look at me like that Greenie. I'm just here to say welcome to the Glade."