He woke up in darkness by loud mechanical sounds, gasping for air. It was dark, but dim enough as to where he could see his surroundings. He looked around, crates and small boxes in every corner, except for one. That's where he sat. He couldn't tell what it was, but he could tell it was some sort of box. And it was moving. The only sounds that filled the air were loud mechanical clanks and whirring, but he swore he could hear the rapid beat of his heart as he started to panic. He crawled towards the middle of the box and looked around. There was no way out. He looked up and realized he barely had enough room to stand. He crawled over to the walls and punched it. He punched with all his strength in hopes of breaking it down and somehow finding a way to freedom. He punched and kicked and slammed, but nothing worked. Hyperventilation started to kick in. "HELP...ME!!!" he yelled, as loud as he possibly could. He soon realized it was pointless. No one could hear him and no one could save him. He ducked his head and put his hands over his head and screamed. He screamed so loud that it drowned out that sound of everything in the room. The deafening scream was soon followed by violent sobbing. Spit flew from his mouth when he sobbed and he was pulling his own blond hair. He thought he was going crazy.
He was a mess.
He crawled back to the corner and put his arms around his legs, rested his head on his knees and continued the violent sobs and hair pulling. He didnt know where he was or where he was going, but he just hoped it would all be over soon.
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It seemed like hours before the box finally started to slow down. He looked up to what seemed like a door opening. A crack appeared and a bright light briefly blinded him. It was sunlight. He could also distinguised a large dark silhouette. It was a man. He jumped into the box.
"The name's Alby." the man said. He held out his hand for him to grab, but the boy in the box seemed a bit hesitant. He didnt know this guy, didnt know whether to trust him or not.
"What's your name?" Alby asked. The boy in the box looked puzzled. As if he had to remember his name.
"Newt..." he replied. Newt finally took his hand, and Alby helped him up.
" Well Newt," Alby sighed, "welcome to the Glade."
YOU ARE READING
Inside The Mind
ActionNewt is the second person ever to arrive at the Glade. And he's struggling. Without his memories, and being stuck in an ever changing maze that seems to have no way out, he feels like he has lost hope in everything.
