A few Minutes later someone next to me sighs. Right. Newt told someone to take me along to the Med-Jacks. I really don't want to but not like anyone here would be interested in the things I actually want.
"Get up, Greenie. There's no Gazer left." Minho sounds the nearest to nice I heard today. And I thought he would be even more pissed after he hurt his leg because of me.
"Fenja. I guess my name is Fenja." My voice sounds throaty, like someone who didn't speak for a long time. Well I can't remember when I did, so it might as well be a pretty long time ago.
Minho gives me a sceptical glance, as if something would disturb him. While I return the look I fold my arms in defence. I have no clue what I did wrong this time and really I have enough of getting treated like a goddamn idiot. I come here, knowing nothing but that doesn't mean I am not able of learning something. Okay I might not want to learn the slang around here.
I can think for myself despite the fact that no one else seems to think I might be able to. And at this point I don't really care anymore. If they underestimate me, I'm fine with that but I am sure as hell they will regret it.
Minho seems like saying something but only shakes his head in the end, pulling me up along with him. The sudden movement sends painful Spikes through my whole body and I can barely keep myself from whining. I feel like I hit some wall in full speed but I guess you could indeed put it this way.
Although he sends me an apologizing look, he keeps quiet while we walk towards the Building in the middle of the Glade. I don't want to go there. Truth be told I feel the panic taking over only thinking about entering that House looking like it could collapse any moment. To distract myself I look around. Some of the boys work on a field; some of them work with animals. It's like a little Ranch embedded with huge stone walls. Some giant, disturbing stone walls. To be honest I don't want to know what lays behind them. But to figure out what is happening here I have to. If I want to know who Hana is and why she keeps telling me to run I need to go where I really don't want to. It's important to go out there. I know that one for sure. Although I don't know why I know it and that scares me a whole lot more than staying here over night captured with a bunch of frustrated boys.
I didn't pay attention on how close the House really is and when Minho enters it looking requesting back at me I feel the sudden urge to crouch down. I hate closed Buildings. I hate them with all my heart. And I don't care about how stupid that would look at all which leads me to the conclusion that I really might have claustrophobia.
"You coming, Greenie? Or you need some special invitation?" Minho seems somehow curious. Not moving a single muscle as if he is waiting for me to do something stupid. Like turning around and running for my life.
"Don't think so." I take a step back looking utterly terrified by the thought of having to actually enter the House. If I need to sleep in there then I'd rather sleep in the pouring rain. No matter what I won't follow Minho. Who looks kind of annoyed by now.
Keep breathing. Concentrate. You know you can do it.
With wide eyes I look up to Minho, who just closed the door again and came back to me. I don't have the slightest clue why the voice speaks to me. But to be honest it works. The panic which was about to overwhelm me and keep me from breathing slowly fades. I take one deep breath trying to keep the cadence of the voice in my head. It eases me down, helping me not to freak out by the thought of only going one step closer to the door.
"You okay?" I slowly nod. I still haven't figured out where the voice is coming from, what it wants from me and why it is so soothing for me. But it knows me. Doubtless better than I know myself. With enough self-control I probably can enter that house. Not for long. Not without some good distraction. But it is possible even if I would have laughed about that possibility only one minute ago. And really it's freaking scary that some voice seems to know me. It's like that voice guided me through some things in my life already and I just need to remember how.
While I stare at the door without truly seeing it, I come to the conclusion that the voice is a memory. A memory from my Life before getting here. Hana has to be the name of the voice. Which tells me exactly two things. First: I am capable of remembering, even if it's only a small fragment. Second: Hana is the one and only support I will get here. As I seem to relive some parts of my former live.
Minho waves a hand in front of my face. I am not sure if he said something after his question but it pretty much looks like it.
"I can't get you to enter it, can I?" I could try to prove him that he is wrong. But I don't want to so I just shake my head. For this evening I really had enough excitement no need to test my self-control again.
"Oh, Shuck it." Minho looks like someone wondering if the world really hates him. I try to look guilty but I happen to fail miserably. He gazes back at me than back to the House.
"You won't move, got that Greenie. I'll go get the Med-Jacks out here." One last warning glance and he disappears through the door. Leaving me rather insecure. I didn't want to be alone but I guess there is no helping about it know. At least I get some time to sort my thoughts. Probably I can provoke Hana to talk with me. There are a few possibilities on doing this although I don't like them. To be fair I don't even like the thought of remembering what scared her that bad. She seemed to be so desperate.
"Doesn't matter", I whisper to myself trying to focus on the important things: Provoking Hana to talk to me. I could leave the Glade through the Gate but as they are closed at the moment and I'm not sure if they will open again that wouldn't be a good option. Entering that scary house on purpose may be a better idea. Not for my sanity but you need to make sacrifices. Another probability is putting my live in danger. Although I am not sure if that would make Hana talk, plus I don't even know if there is a possibility on putting your life at risk here.
"Don't think you'll get special treatment all the time, Greenie." A grumpy looking boy leaves the House, followed by Minho. Who looks just as discontent as him. Guess I'm not making friends at the moment.
"Cut it off, Jeff. Just for tonight. I want to go to bed before the shucking Gates open again."
While Jeff asks me multiple Questions about the things I remember and where my body hurts, I keep focused on the one important thing I just found out. The Gates will open again. And I swear to God someday I will go and check what lays behind the Glade. But I guess not tomorrow. My hip hurts as hell and I am pretty sure I won't be able to run even if I wanted to.
"Take your Shirt off." – "What?" To say I am confused is a little understated. Minho looks something between stunned and amused. Jeff just looks annoyed. Okay not only annoyed he clearly has his fun with his demand.
"I told you to take your Shirt off. Need me to repeat it again, Greenie?" That may be the payback for me not entering the house. But it could as well be just some boy trying to convince me that it would be a good idea to take my clothes off in front of the main building of the Glade. For some Moments I just stand there deliberating about whether it would be good idea or not. But I come to the conclusion that I don't really care. And that confuses me as much as waking up in a metal box.
As I take my Shirt of Minho just stares puzzled while Jeff just keeps blinking.
"I'd never thought that would actually work." – "Hurry up and do your checking's. It gets cold." To be fair with Jeff, he starts doing it only a few Moments later. And he knows what he is doing, as far as I can judge it. The unction he applied on my wounds burns and by burning I mean hurting more than actually soothing the wound. I am not sure if that is how unguents are supposed to work.
"Try not to move too much. I guess your hip has a contusion." – "I can put my shirt back on?" Jeff just sends me back a smirk: "You can keep it off I'd say."
Minho bursts out in laughter while I get dressed properly again.
"And I thought that day will end bad."
I really am surprised that I just don't care. I don't care to stand half naked in front of some guys I have never seen before. Not because I want them to see me, but because I know that some has to look at my bruises. And somewhere in the back of my head I get the feeling that I am rather used to wear no shirt at all.
"Come on Greenie. Bedtime." Without waiting for me Minho makes his way away from the House. Completely to my pleasure. No sleeping inside the house for me, that's nice.
The group of Hammocks we reach shortly after couldn't have made me any happier. And it would be a lie if I'd say I would have been awake longer than two seconds after I lay down.
