I woke with a yawn.
No, not a scream, or a gasp, or whatever else normal people do when they find themselves trapped in a metal box.
A yawn.
Sucky way to start a story, let alone a new life.
Still groggy, I tried to evaluate my surroundings (which is quite difficult in near pitch black darkness).
It was easy to see that I was in an elevator, and that I was surrounded by supplies. It was less easy, however, to see things I couldn't see.
I couldn't see why I was there, or who put me there. I couldn't see who I was, or where I came from. I couldn't see much of anything at all. I was starting to get an uneasy feeling in my gut.
Fear.
And to hell I'm letting fear control me.
"Don't find discomfort in the mysteries, find comfort your knowledge. You'll know soon enough."
I looked around wildly. Where did those words come from? The box was desolate besides the supplies.
As crazy as it sounds, I heeded these words of advice from the creepy, ambiguous voice. I found comfort in the things I knew.
"Well, I know I'm in a metal box. I know it's moving up. I know I'm talking to myself. I know I have 10 fingers. I know my name is...Lilian," I spoke aloud.
Just then, the box stopped. I could hear the loud creaks of the roof opening. covering my eyes, I looked up, and what I saw shocked me.
A crowd.
of teenage boys.
' I know that he's gorgeous.' I couldn't help but think, laying my eyes on him for the first time.
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AN: Hi! This is the first story I've ever written, so pointers and criticism are much appreciated!
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Lillian. (Maze Runner)(Newt)
Fiksi PenggemarI own nothing from the maze runner, James Dashner has all the rights and stuff. This is a story about a girl named Lillian, and her journey trying to sort out the glimpses of her past, figure out her feelings towards everything around her, and, most...
