Darkness. That was all I could see. Or all I could not see. Whatever floated your boat. It felt as though when I closed my eyes, then opened them again, I didn't do anything at all.
I stood up quickly and hit my head on something. I cursed in my mind, not trusting myself to speak yet, and sat back down.
Where was I? Why couldn't I see anything? Why...
I stopped. I realised I didn't know anything at all. Nothing about myself, well, I know I was a girl, but that was it. I couldn't even remember my name. Did I have a name? Wait, was I dead? Is this what it was like to be dead? It was pretty lame, really.
A loud rumble snapped me out of my thoughts. I started shaking, well, no, the thing I was sitting on started shaking. Suddenly, I fell onto my back as the object started going upwards at an immense speed. I could barely breah and I was scared out of my mind. If I was dead, was I going to Heaven? Hell? What was going on?
The object stopped abruptly, and the force of it lifted me into the air, then I fell back down again, wincing. The rumbling had stopped and all was quiet once more.
But, no. It wasn't all quiet, I could hear a humming, or whispering. A ery faint whispering, and it sounded like people.
I satrted to sit up but stopped, as I got blinded by this terrible light. I shielded my eyes with my hand and looked up. I could finally see where I was... a box. Made of metal. A box. Really? More light flooded into the 'box' and I squined.
Gasps and shouts filled the air and I looked up to see a bunch of people, wait, no, boys staring at me.
If I had died and gone to Heaven, I must've been a bit of a slut in my past life.
One of the boys from the crowd jumped into my box. I couldn't tell what he looked like as I had shielded my eyes with my hands once more, so I could only see his feet.
I slowly peeled my hands away from my eyes to see two brown ones staring into my own.
"Bloody hell. We've never had a shucking girl in the Glade before." The boy said. "My name is Newt. And you are?"
He held out a hand for me to grab.
"I don't -" I stopped, my voice being croaky. I coughed and tried again. "I don't know who I am. Am I supposed to know?"
I gratefully took his hand and he pulled me to my feet.
"Don't worry. I'll just call you Greenie for now." The boy, Newt, offered me a warm smile.
I didn't return the smile, but looked at the boys whispering and staring at me outside the box.
"Where am I?"
"You, my dear Greenie, are in the Glade. Enjoy your stay."