Mary: The First Girl

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My name is Mary. M-A-R-Y.

That much, I know. I woke up moments ago with no recollection of anything except for that name, which I assumed to be my own.

Of course, it might not be. But I may as well claim it, if I can't remember anything else.

Blinking rapidly, I tried to adjust my eyes to the dark room.

I was sprawled on my back, hands scrunched in my hair. It felt thick, and soft.

My name is Mary, and I have thick hair-- that much, I now know.

I forced myself to a sitting position, and then lifted myself off the cool, metal floor. My stomach churned as I stood, and the room jolted. It was moving. It must be an elevator.

I looked around, taking in the four metal walls. Spinning slowly, I examined the metal beams hanging across each wall. I stepped forward, brushing my fingertips against the metal. The beams were thick, and formed an 'x' across each wall. I slid one hand behind one, trying to move it. I failed miserably, and stumbled back, while the metal did not budge.

Biting my lip, I skimmed the rest of the room. Four wooden crates lined the opposite wall, and grey sacs were propped up against each. I counted six.

And then, I started to panic. The room rumbled as it moved, and for all I knew, I was approaching death. Or maybe, I already was dead. Maybe, I was on the elevator to heaven.

And yet, it looked like something sent straight from hell.

I shook my head, and walked across the room. Each step I took echoed through the room. As I walked, I looked down, taking in my outfit. I wore combat boots, jeans, and a black shirt. My legs were curved, and my feet were smaller than I expected.

My name is Mary, and I am a girl. That much, I now know. I smirked at my own joke, desperate to lighten the tension, and knelt beside the first crate. 

The wood was thick, and the pad lock would not budge. I tried a few combinations, before slumping against the wood, in agony.

I cannot die here, I told myself. Do something.

And so, I threw all my body weight into the wall. And again. And again. I screamed, my voice sounding high and desperate.

The elevator jolted again.

"Help!" I screamed, though I knew I was alone. I felt alone.

I threw my body into the side of the elevator again, and pain shot through my left arm. I didn't stop though. I turned, banging my other shoulder into the metal, as if it would help.

It felt like I did that for hours. Though I had no real sense of time, it must have only been a few minutes.

Finally, I decided to stand on the crate and try to open the ceiling. It looked like the only way out, with it divided into two sections with a thin, door-like line.

It didn't work.

Eventually, I slumped against a crate. I pulled my legs to my body, and wrapped my sore arms around the tight jeans. The fabric felt rough against my fingertips.

I tucked my chin into my knees, squeezing my eyes shut, as if to wake up from a nightmare. As if I would remember something when I opened them.

I didn't.

My name was still Mary, and I was still trapped in a box without exits. I still couldn't remember anything.

I inhaled, deeply, trying to curb the panic.

I tried to recall something, anything, but I couldn't. It was like I knew things happened, but I just didn't know what. History existed, but my memory had holes, only allowing me to access the basic information: my name, and that I am a girl. I knew that I wore combat boots, but I couldn't tell you what company made them. I knew companies existed, but I didn't know what they were called. I knew I was in a room, but I didn't know what room, and I didn't know why.

I sat there for hours with my breath echoing throughout the room, until the elevator began to slow.

Suddenly, I heard shouts above me. The metal creaked, and I opened my eyes, cautiously.

The roof of the room was opening. And for a moment, as bright light shined down, I thought that I might really be at the gates of heaven or hell.

That was until they opened to reveal blue sky. I blinked, adjusting to the light, and stood up from the crate I was leaning against.

I heard more shouts above, and stared up at the faces peering into the box.

"It's a girl!" Someone yelled. I raised an eyebrow at that-- the hell do they mean by that? I'm not being born, I'm only rising into amnesia hell.

It was followed by gasps, and shouts.

And suddenly, an angel fell from the blinding light. Or, more accurately, a blonde boy.

"Welcome to the glade, Greenie!" He said, "I'm Newt."

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A/N:

This has been edited since it was originally posted...may continue to edit before I finish the story. Let me know what you think in the comments!

-lixfel2 :)