Dealing With It
Maze Runner fanfiction
It was dark and damp and cold.
I woke up sitting up, my back pressed against something I assumed was a wall.
Or I hoped it was a wall, I couldn't think of something else it could be.
It was pretty wall-ish.
But to be honest, my thinking skills weren't really working at that point.
I couldn't remember anything but a name.
I assumed it was my name.
So my name was Joanna.
It wasn't too bad of a name actually.
It sounded nice I guess.
I couldn't remember anything else though.
That lessened the niceness of it and made it into more of a life boat for me.
Still it was better than nothing.
A surname would've been better, but beggars can't be choosers.
Huh, I wonder where that thought came from.
It didn't matter though because I soon realized that the wall and floor were moving upwards at a slow but steady pace.
I stood and bumped my head on a ceiling.
Confused, I felt around with my hands for anything else and I found there were three other walls, enclosing me in a box.
I later realized a better name for it would be "Cage" but then it was just "Box".
I sat down again hesitantly, just in time to hear a loud screeching sound forcing me to cover my ears and wince.
When I relaxed and opened my eyes, I looked up and saw a night sky.
I gasped and stood up slowly.
It was dark, but a different kind of dark.
Not box dark.
But a beautiful dark, that served a purpose.
That was lit up by lights.
It was beautiful.
As I stared I felt something billowing around my legs.
At first it was barely there, but then it started getting thicker before it started stinging my legs.
"Ah!" I hissed, jumping from one leg to the other.
But soon that didn't help anymore as it rose to my waist, and then my ribs.
The bare skin burnt and the clothed parts stung.
"Halp! Hilp! Hep! Elp!" I tried yelling for help but it wouldn't come out of my mouth correctly.
I started to whimper as the gas rose up to my chest, and then my shoulders.
I tried to stretch my neck to lengthen the time it would take to reach my face, but the stretched skin only burnt more.
When I felt it at my chin and inhaled and held it.
It rose past my nose so I plugged that and closed my eyes tight.
I soon felt it fully consume me.
It didn't seem to be hurting me in any other way besides burning and stinging, but I couldn't hold my breath for much longer.
I could feel my lungs contracting, begging for air but I refused.
Finally it became too much and I opened my mouth to breath.
As soon as I did I thought I'd rather have died from oxygen loss.
The gas shoved itself down my throat, burning the inside all the way down.
When it reached my lungs I could tell.
It hurt like hell.
It felt like someone was rubbing hot sandpaper as fast as they could from the inside.
I screamed like I'd never screamed before.
It didn't seem to help.
The gas consumed me as I heard voices and heavy footsteps above me, and it all went dark.