(NOTE: CHAPTERS ARE CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)
In which Teresa wasn't the first girl to come up in the box...
*This is a NewtxOC fanfic*
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Emma wakes up in a dark box, starting her new life with only memories of her name and a boy named Thomas...
the g...
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So, this is it, that's how it ends
I guess there's nothing more romantic than dying with your friends
And I'm not sorry for myself
I wouldn't wanna spend a minute loving anybody else
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Buzzing...
The deafening buzzing sound filled her ears, drowning out every other thought. It was overwhelming, a noise so intense it made her head throb. Emma couldn't make sense of it. Everything seemed blurry, like trying to see through a fog.
She could feel the cold, damp surface against her cheek as she lay sprawled on the floor.
Groaning, Emma pushed herself up, her muscles aching as if they hadn't been used in ages.
Slowly, she staggered to her feet. The icy floor beneath her bare feet sent a shiver up her spine, and her legs wobbled from the unfamiliar feeling. She blinked, trying to clear the haze from her mind.
Where was she?
How did she get here? S
he looked around, seeing nothing but an endless hallway stretching out in both directions. Flickering lights above her buzzed incessantly, the harsh glow casting eerie shadows on the walls.
This had to be a dream.
Emma was sure of it. But something was unsettling about how vivid it all felt, as though her mind couldn't fully convince itself that she was asleep. She pinched her arm hard, over and over, expecting to wake up any moment, but nothing changed. The last thing she remembered was being in the Glade, meeting the boys.
But this... this was definitely not the Glade.
And she was alone.
"Hello?" Her voice echoed down the empty corridor, swallowed by the buzzing hum of the lights. No answer. Only the hollow echo of her own words.
With no other choice, Emma began walking. Every direction looked the same, stretching on endlessly. The flickering lights above her never stopped buzzing, never changed. As she moved, she let her fingers trail along the cracked, damp walls, feeling the uneven texture under her touch.
She didn't know where she was headed, but something about this place seemed to tug at her, pulling her forward. She couldn't shake the strange feeling that she needed to keep moving, no matter how much it didn't make sense.
It felt like hours had passed when she finally reached a dead end, just as she had started to expect. A large, weathered door stood before her, ominous in its simplicity.
