A/n: Hey guys, this is my very first fanfiction so please be aware of that while reading this! Well, I hope you enjoy :). P.s I'm so sorry for the short chapter. Hopefully, the next one will be longer but I make no promises.

I gasp sitting up, breathing heavily. It's pitch black wherever I am. I feel around the floor. The floor feels weird. Like a metal grate. I yank my hand back up onto my lap, shaking.

"Where the hell am I?" I whisper. No response. I'm alone. In the dark. I don't like this at all. My stomach tingles with fear. I feel like I'm gonna be sick. I stand up with wobbly legs, placing my hand on the weird metal grate like wall to steady myself.

"Help! Anyone?" I call out. It's useless. I doubt anyone can hear me. With my hand still on the wall, I slowly make my way around. Damn, it's dark in here. I walk what I guess is the full perimeter of this room. It's a large metal box with various crates around.

I can't help it. I start crying. I take in shaky breaths trying to calm down but it isn't working. I'm starting to get claustrophobic and I couldn't find any type of exit. Where am I? Who am I?

My fear grows. I can't remember a single thing. Like how I got here, what my name is. Who forgets their fucking name?

The box I'm in creaks and shoots up at a speed too fast for me. I let out a scream as I ascend and fall down on my butt. It makes an abrupt stop a couple minutes later. I pull my knees up to my chest, sobbing. Someone, please, help me.

Loud creaking fills my ears. What's going on? The sound stops and is replaced with people talking.

"Looks like 'er Greenie's a hider!" Boys snicker at the comment. I pull my knees even tighter against my chest. What the hell is a Greenie? The box slightly shakes as someone jumps into the box. I let out a yelp and hear more boys laugh.

How come I still can't see them? I hear footsteps approach my hiding place. My heartbeat quickens. I slam my back into the wall of the box trying to put as much distance between me and the mysterious person. My move completely backfires. It makes the box rattle, giving away my spot.

"Bloody hell..." Breaths a boy. He has a thick accent. It sounds different than the boy who spoke earlier. A whimper escapes my mouth.

"It's a girl." The people are silent but it doesn't last long. I wish it did.

"Is she hot?"

"I call dibs!"

"I know what I'm doing tonight."

"Finally, some entertainment." I can practically hear the smirks on their faces. Another tear rolls down my cheek. I just want to be out of here. Someone else jumps into the box making it shake once again. I try to move back but the damn wall is in the way.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not gonna let anyone of those shanks touch ya. Okay?" Says the boy with the accent. What the hell is up with their vocabulary? I don't respond. Another whimper escapes me as I hear the other person walk over to where I'm sitting. Why is it so dark-?

"Shuck it. Now they're sending us up a girl? Those shanks got some nerve." His voice is laced with authority. Maybe he's in charge here?

"Help." My voice comes out small and quiet. Barely a whisper.