The forgotten one

The beginning

Amnesia is a funny thing, you can forget everything but yet not remember forgetting it. You don't even know that you've forgotten. But I remember, I remember the maze, the gladers. Wicked. They don't know I remember, but I do. I remember everything...

It must be a year now since I was taken...found out I was immune. they only took me, whipped the memories of the other gladers and left them there. I was the variable that didn't work. I don't know why they didn't just kill me, it would have been easier, but instead they took me out, whipped the memories of my friends so they forgot all about me and what I had done. They tried to slate my memory too but I can still remember, every last detail is still carved into my brain and I will never loose them. I don't want to.

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I can remember the fear like it was yesterday. Darkness swallowed me, I felt my stomach leave me as I soared upwards. Lights flashed past, to quick for me to register anything in front of me. I could feel the cold metal underneath my skin, seeping my warmth away from me. The loud clanging and whizzing of machinery filled my ears, deafening me. I thought it would never end. I would be trapped in that terrifying lift for eternity.

I sure felt like eternity until the rattling of chains and cogs finally stopped. We drew to a stead halt and I let out a sigh of relief. A small crack of light reached through a growing slit above me. For the first time I could see what was around me. Large boxes and bags were strewn randomly on the mesh floor of the box shaped lift. There was something written in big block letters across all of the wildly stacked items, I couldn't quite make out what it said, there was a W and a K but the rest of the letters were all fuzzy and jumbled up.

I raised my head to the ever widening gap in the ceiling, light now flooded through the opening blinding me from my absence of brightness. I lifted my hand to cover my watering eyes. With a loud bang the sliding panels finally finished their journeys at either side of the square opening. Shadows were cast down from above, they were roughly human shaped. I guessed there were about ten people peering over the edge of the box overhead. One of the figures moved and their sihloett grew bigger, indicating that they had jumped down into the box with me. A friendly hand reached down offering me some help to get up by. I took the hand willingly and scrambled to my feet. My eyes were adjusting fast to the switch of brightness, and soon I could see everything. All the spectators at the rim of the box were boys, all around my age, some a little younger some a little older. I noticed there were no girls, not one. I could here exited murmurs coming from the over hanging crowd.

"Is it....a girl?"

And

"Really? Is it! I call dibs!"

Spewed out of some of the boys gobbey little mouths. I shook my head in shame, there obviously weren't any other females in this place. I was going to have fun...

I looked at the boy who had jumped down to me, he had messy, sandy hair effortlessly and carelessly stilled into a wind swept mop. His eyes were browny, green and his skin was richly tanned. Confusion was set into his (quite handsome) face.

"You're a girl?" His voice held an accent, I wasn't sure quite where from but it sounded English, like mine.

"Last time I checked I was." I replied brushing off my dusty legs trying not to show how completely terrified I really was inside.

"Yeah but....we've never had a girl before." A laugh escaped my lips, they never had a girl before. The sentence sounded so primitive and out of place, it was just wierd.

"Oh..." I said, faking surprise. "I'm so sorry I didn't really choose to be a girl, you know I might be able to get a sex change if you want, but looking around I don't think that's possible." Hurt mixed with humour crossed his face.