She opened her eyes to darkness and a terrible headache.
"Ugh..." Groaning, she propped herself up onto her elbows. Bad move. The room spun in circles as she moved her head. Something ran down her face and dripped onto the floor. Shifting her weight onto one elbow, she lifted her hand to her forehead and it came back wet... with blood. And to make matters worse, she couldn't remember a thing.
"Great," she said dryly to herself. "I'm in a wonderful situation. A.) I'm in dark room where I can barely see. B.) Apparently, I have a gash on my forehead. And C.) I can't remember a thing, not even my name." And Wonderful, She continued in her head, Now, I'm going crazy and talking to myself. She pulled herself off the floor, trying to ignore the dizzying pains that jolted through her body. Leaning against the wall, she closed her eyes. Great Start Taylor. She thought eyes widened. "Taylor..." she mouthed the name in silence. It sounded familiar and...right. Taylor...Huh. Now on my list of things I should know, Name is checked off. She was just about to try and figure out her age, when the room jerked up. Taylor fell forward and hit the opposite wall with her already injured head. "Owww..." She rubbed her head and controlled her will to not throw up as the room continued to move up. Now that her eyes had started to cope with the darkness, she realized that she wasn't in a room, for the lack of an entrance, but in a...boxlike... elevator? Boxes of what looked like supplies slid around as the room jerked its way up.
Taylor made the mistake of standing up again as the box continued wherever it was going, so when it suddenly stopped, she fell forward, yet again. But this time, she had already learned her lesson, and put her hands forward, catching herself before she hit the wall headfirst. She leaned against the wall, still standing up, and rested her head on it with a sigh, closing her eyes once again, hoping to find tranquility in her blank mind. Her peace and quiet was cut short with a loud CLANG and a whole bunch of voices overhead. Taylor heard the sound of locks being undone, and out of instinct, self-consciously looked down to make sure she was decent. She barely had anytime to take in her somewhat long sleeve shirt (stopped at the elbow) that clung to her sides, cargo pants, and boots before the box was filled with blinding light. She squinted up at the source to see a blonde haired boy staring back at her in shock. She felt something that seemed like recognition jolt through her vision cleared and his characteristics became clearer.
He turned his head slightly, his eyes not straying from her, to what seemed like a crowd of teenagers behind him.
"One of you shanks go get Alby!" he ordered. Shanks? Taylor thought, is that even a word?
"What do ya' want Newt?" a voice that seemed farther away yelled at the Blondie. The blonde guy, Newt, responded,
"You might want to come see this."
"Why? It's just the monthly greenie. What's so special bout' him?" Him? Taylor thought as another face came into view.
"That's the thing shuck-face. It's a girl." The other boy, dark skinned and couldn't have been any older than 17 or 18, looked down at her with disbelief.
"A Girl?" a voice called from the crowd behind Newt and the other kid...Alby.
"Is she hot?" another rang.
"I call dibbs!" Taylor felt her face flush.
"Shut up ya' slint heads!" Alby, who seemed to be in charge here (where ever here was), yelled.
"Look at her fore head." Muttered Newt. "She's injured."
"Huh." Alby said and the chatter arose again as more boys crowded the opening to the box. Taylor sighed. She hated being the center of attention, but since almost everyone above was gawking at her, she might as well as say something.
"So." She crossed her arms in front of her chest and imitated the dark skinned boys scowl. "Is this a normal thing here? A girl comes up in a box and you all stare at her rather rudely?" Everyone went dead silent at the sound of her voice. Then Alby chuckled.
"She's a sassy one. Someone get a rope!" he ordered to the group behind/around him, while the other, Newt, said to her,
"Hey. Sorry bout' that Sweet Heart. We're getting you out of there right now, don't worry. We not going to hurt you either, okay?" Taylor nodded, the scowl still on her face, but her head was spinning in circles. Hell right. Do you really expect me to just trust you as it is? One part of her thought, when the other part said, that accent...ugh! How do I know him? A rope was lowered down on the other side of the box. She cautiously walked over to it, and put of foot in the little loop at the bottom. She was jerked up quickly, and after Newt offered his hand to help her get up, now stood in the midst of a crowd of 50 some teenage boys. She scanned the crowd, ignoring the rude stares of the boys as they inspected her head to toe. Some one whistled, and Taylor felt her face get hot. She turned to Newt, who was looking at her strangely, and said,
"Why aren't there any girls?" she demanded, looking serious and calm on the outside, when on the inside, all she wanted to do was curl into a ball and cry.
"Yeah." He winced at the harshness of her voice. "About that. There aren't really any girls here." She stared at him as though he had just told her that pigs could fly.
"You're kidding."
"Sorry greenie." I have to get out of here. Taylor ignored the part of her brain that was screaming at her to trust the boy. She spun into action. Bursting into a run, she knocked the staring boys out of the way, momentarily forgetting her aching head.
"Stop her!" She heard Alby shout behind her. While some of the other boys unhelpfully laughed and said,
"Well, we got a runner."
"Not if she leaves, ya' slint head." She heard Newt say, before breaking into a run, as well, chasing after her. Taylor ran at full speed towards the big gap in the large stonewall that surrounded the area, dodging the scattered boys that stood in her way. Soon, the only thing in between her and the exit was a stocky boy who couldn't have been much older than her. Once he registered that she was a girl though, his face broke into surprise.
"Gally! Don't let her get past you!" Someone, probably Newt (the accent), yelled from behind her. Knowing that she couldn't just veer around him, for he would easily follow her, she ran at him. At the last minute, she jumped to the left, and Gally barreled past her. Taylor sprinted past him. She was about to reach the gap, when he slammed into her, knocking her backwards. Her head thunked against the hard stonewall, allowing her to remember it and it's pain, but this time, ten times worse. Gally had her pinned to the wall in what would have been a very awkward position had it been another situation.
"Jackass." She growled at him, but her world was spinning in circles. She could see the other boys running towards them just before her vision flipped upside-down and swirled into nothingness.