TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Group B

I woke up with water filled lungs. I heaved over and emptied my mouth before gasping for air. When I finally opened my eyes, I was still blind. I was inside a black box moving upwards quickly. I was in some sort of elevator. How did I get here?

Then it dawned on me. I didn't remember anything. I couldn't remember how I got here, where I was, who I was. What was my name? It was a simple answer to a simple question that I didn't know. How do you forget your name?

I stood up shakily before being tossed to my face as the box came to a halt. I sat up and pushed my back to the cage wall. Beside me we're boxes all etched with the word 'Wicked' on the side. What the bloody hell was Wicked?

"Hello? Is anyone there?" I screamed into the darkness. Why did the box stop? I climbed up on top of one of the boxes and pushed against the ceiling. Suddenly, the door opened to reveal blinding sun light. I shielded my eyes with my arm while looking down at my feet.

I pushed the lid open and looked up once my eyes adjusted to the light. I grabbed onto the crate above me and pulled myself out of the box. Yeah, that's what I'll call it, the box.

I stood up and fixed my rolled up shirt before looking around. I was inside a large green field with a pasture of trees in the corner looking like a forest. I then saw the tall stone walls enclosing the space into a box.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" I screamed out into the field. Nothing back. I was alone. I woke up in a box, brought to an empty field, all alone.

-- one year later --

The loud alarm blared through the glade. I set down my paper and ran beside the girls to the box. I had been here a year. Every month a girl would come up out of the box and join the rest of us.

I survived the first month in the glade alone until the next girl came up, Beatrice. I had already built most of the glade myself but she helped me. She also kept me from going insane as well as suicide. The glade was hard.

We stopped at the box and let the two girls open the doors to reveal the scared girl. I was leader of the glade, but I rarely talked so the girls became used to my gestures.

"Uh (Y/N)," Harriet called as she looked into the box. Then I noticed it. The short hair, the baggy pants, the flat chest. It was a boy.

"Dibs!"

"He's cute!"

"He can bunk with me."

The girls called out making me frustrated. "Everyone slim it!"

"Who are you? Where am I? What am I doing here?" The boy stuttered with a clear British accent.

"Ooh and he's British!" A girl called out before being hit on the shoulder by another girl.

"Maybe i should go down there. Y'know I am the best with people," Sonya added. I rolled my eyes and looked down at the scared boy. He was looking at me so i decided a split second decision. I climbed into the box and stood beside him.

"Hey you're alright. I know you're scared but you're safe here," I whispered hoping to calm him. "I'll explain everything okay. Do you wanna leave the box?" He nodded and took my hand.

"Can you tell me your name?" I asked the boy who hadn't let go of my hand yet. The girls prepared the rope to lift him out while he looked at me.

"Uh Newt," he said.

"I'm (Y/N). I'll let one of the other girls show you around if you want," i offered and took the rope Sonya handed down to me.

"This is the most (Y/N)'s talked... ever!" One girl scoffed.