The Box

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Do not forget... What was his name?

I woke up in darkness. Where was I? Who is... I?

Ok. Instincts told me to figure out where I was first. Ok. Breathe in, breathe out. There was a floor and 4 walls quite close together. I tried to stand up but my head hit the ceiling. Ok. I was definitely in a small room... Or prison cell?

Was I imprisoned?

As if in response to my question, the room began to move somehow. It lurched upwards, sending me flat on my stomach against the metal flooring. After a while of this object moving, I gave up guessing how I got here. My memory was gone... somehow.

It was like reading a book with every twelfth word taken out of the book, leaving me awfully confused on details.
I tried to remember who my family was. Did I have any friends? Much less, who was I?! Ugh! What is this?!

Amnesia. The word popped into my head as suddenly as my questions lined up in queue. Amnesia! Someone brainwashed me!!

"Aaaah!" I screamed in frustration. Even though I knew no one was there to hear me.

Suddenly, the room stopped. Breathe in, breathe out. 1,2,3,4,5,6...

"It's the Box!" A voice sounded from above.

"How many supplies?"

"Well first we have to meet the greenie."

"Shuck it. I want to see if there's meat!"

"Ummmm... Shanks... There's a problem." This voice had a strange British accent to it.

"What is it?"

"Yah! Tell! What is it!"

"Well, the greenie is a... Girl"

Chaos broke out. Voices everywhere.

"What's your name, shank?" Wired doors opened above me and a blonde head popped up. He was tall and lanky but muscular at the same time. He was tanned, almost as if he had grown up with the sun. Apparently this guy was the owner of the amazing accent.

"Um." I began. What was my name?

Ellie.

"Ellie."

"Well, Ellie." He paused to look my up and down, "Welcome to the Glade." He gave me his hand. I took it to help me outside what was considered the Box, and I saw I was only in a larger prison.

Floor. 4 walls. No ceiling. But it was still a prison.

Was I imprisoned?

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