One Love Yet Loved By Many

Day One

I woke up inside a dark box. There were boxes all around me. I attempted to stand but to no avail. I couldn't keep my balance because it was moving so much. My name is y/n. That's all I could remember. No friends, family, neighbors. No memories. I felt panic rise in my chest. What was I going to do? I was in a mysterious box that was leading me to a new place and I had no memories to come with me. What did I do to deserve this?

Keep it together  I scolded myself. It's only as bad as you make it. I calmed down a little and decided to focus on necessities: food and water. I was going to look through the boxes when I felt myself slow down. I looked up and saw flashing red lights above me. I wasn't slowing down quick enough. I lay flat on my back and prepared myself. The Box hit the top hard. I was glad I had laid down, otherwise I would've just fell down. 

I stood up, now able to keep my balance and started hitting the top, screaming. "Help me! I'm in here! My name is y/n! Is anyone there?"

Suddenly, blinding light flooded in. I fell to the ground in pain. I had to have been in that box for thirty minutes conscious wise so my eyes really needed to adjust to this. I heard interesting things around me. All boys voices saying demeaning, and confusing things.

"(whistles) ain't she a beauty."

"Ohh, very nice. A girl. Those shank Creators do do nice things."

"What the shuck? Is that a girl? I got dibs!"

"I called dibs slinthead."

Suddenly a voice stood out among the rest, partially because of his accent, and mainly because everyone shut up afterwards.

"Alright, shut up you bloody shanks!" he shouted to which everyone followed suit. My eyes adjusted and I looked up and saw boys. A bunch of boys. Not one girl. I felt panic seize my chest again: I was the only girl. 

"Chuck, go get Alby," the accented boy said. He had long, dirty blonde hair and soft, sad brown eyes. He was tall too, very muscular and skinny, and very pale. A plump boy with very curly brown hair turned and ran away to go get this Alby guy. 

Accent jumped down into the Box and smiled grimly.

"Hello, Greenie," he said holding out his hand. What on earth was a Greenie. "I'm Newt. Welcome to the Glade, love."

Wait a minute. Did he just call me love. I blushed and took his hand. "I'm y/n," I told him softly. 

"Well lets get you out of this bloody Box and you can meet Alby," Newt said grabbing my hand and helping me out of the Box with help of the other boys. Newt told the boys to go back to work while they figured this out. I couldn't help but notice that he had a limp when he walked. I wondered where he had gotten it?

Yet another question added to my list. I wanted answers. I was going to ask questions when I suddenly looked around me. I was in a big square, surrounded by HUGE walls, with four openings on each  in the dead center. There were many homemade buildings, obviously because they looked like they would fall at any given moment, and a forest over in a corner. What did Newt call this place? The Glade? 

I turned to Newt but found a shorter black man standing next to him. He also had a very muscular build. Come to think of it, I think all the boys had a muscular build. The black man stretched out his hand and introduced himself.

"I'm Alby, Greenie," he said in a very authoritative voice. I shook his hand but it was a very short handshake. "I'm the leader of the Glade. Do you remember anything. Anything at all. You are the first girl, I'm sure you noticed, so we need to know everything you know."

I told him my name but that's all I remembered. "i'm sorry," I sighed. "Trust me when I say that I want to remember too." 

Alby looked at me suspiciously but must have decided that I was telling the truth.