Run with Me (tmr)

01

Authors note: I'm starting the story over because I didn't like the first couple of chapters. sorry for any mistakes

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I let out a loud gasp, sucking in air, coughing in the process. I curled my fingers feeling the cold ground underneath me. I blinked a couple of times realizing my eyes were open and not closed.

Cold air was rushing past me, the box I was in, freezing. I shuffled around, noticing bright little lights rushing past me.

"Hello!?" I yelled my voice strained and dry. I tried standing only to be thrown back onto the cold floor.

"Anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!" My voice cracked, making me cringe slightly. I crawled to what must of been a corner, trying to hoist myself up. My ears, that were probably clogged finally popped, so the clanging noises that came from the box seemed to scream at me.

"Help!?" My voice cracked again, making me groan. I stood holding onto the edges, my legs wobbly. I looked up, seeing flashing red lights that came closer to me. Squinting my eyes, I focused on them, waiting for the box I was in to slow down. But it didn't and when it hit the top it threw me on the floor once again, my head slamming down.

"Ouch!" I cried my hand going to the spot that hurt most. There was a popping sound before this amazingly bright light shown through. I shut my eyes, startled by the sudden light.

I slowly opened them when I heard gasps and murmurs.

"What is it!?" A voice yelled, blobs started forming, the blobs turning into silhouettes of people.

"I don't believe it."

"Should we help her?"

"Her? It's a her?!"

"What is a girl doing here?"

"Shut it!" Another voice boomed.

"Am I dead?" I said my voice hoarse. Someone laughed, then a weight dropped down, making the box shift.

"No greenie, but once you see where you are, you'll wish you are." The boy who was now standing in front of me said. He had dark hair, and had a pretty built body, but he smelled of sweat. His large hands gripped my arms, lifting me up until another pair of hands grabbed onto me. They yanked me out, setting me down a little to roughly.

I swayed, almost losing my footing when another pair of hands gripped my arms, keeping me up right.

The boy who had yanked me out, was short, built and dark skinned. The boy who was now keeping me up right, was tall, slim but muscular, with dirty blonde hair.

"It is a girl!" Whispers filled my ears, as I slowly took in my surroundings. The green grass was surprisingly pretty, the whole scene was actually.

"Greenie did you hear me?" The boy who held me up said. I blinked, not being able to find my words.

"Can she speak?" someone said, I looked for that person. As soon as I scanned the area I only saw boys. All different ages, and sizes, all different heights and races.

There was not one girl in sight.

"I don't feel so good." I let slip out of my mouth before I felt myself collapse, more arms holding onto me.

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The cold air was the first thing I felt, making my eyes open. At first I thought I was in that box again, but this time I was in a room. I was laying on what must have been a bed, and I was staring at the ceiling.

"Close the window." A familiar voice said. I knew that voice, it was the same person who had helped me out of the box.

"When do you think she'll wake up?" At those words I shut my eyes.