She was drowning. She couldn't breathe. Her body thrashed, moving desperate in order to try to stay alive.

Everything went black.

The next time she was certain she was in fact conscious, she found herself inside what she figured was an elevator. She could feel it moving. Hear it moving. But she couldn't see.

That wasn't the most distressing part of all of it though. She couldn't remember. She didn't know who she was. She didn't know where she came from. She didn't know why she was here and she certainly didn't know where she was going.

She screamed.

Her hands pounded against the walls as she screamed insults and curses and cries for help escaped her throat. It continued until she had tired herself out, her body sore from what she had just put it through. Her mind was still reeling though. There had to be something.

What's my name?

There was no answer to that question. In fact, thinking about it she couldn't remember the names of her parents, or her parents in general. She knew that she had to have them, but thinking only brought up blanks. Siblings as well, somehow she felt that she might have had them, she could remember strange things like stealing shirts and hot-wiring cars with people she kind of remembered as siblings. But she couldn't remember faces or names.

How old am I?

That didn't even get half as far as the previous question of her name. Though, it didn't raise as many extra questions for her as her name did. She felt herself fidget, pushing herself back to her feet and starting to move around the room. She couldn't understand why she was unable to sit still, but somehow she remembered she'd always had issues with it.

What can I remember?

That got her further. She remembered a building, old with brown paint that looked like it was falling off, a caduceus hung above the door. She remembered throwing food into a fire, though she couldn't recall why she did it. She could recall volleyball, the laughter and the sun as they played, though she couldn't remember who she was playing with.

Pizza. She could remember that definitely, and alone at the thought her stomach growled in hunger.

When was the last time she had eaten anyway? She couldn't be too sure. She wasn't sure how long she'd been in this damned elevators let alone anything much from before that. It could've been anywhere from minutes to a couple of hours. She knew it couldn't have been much longer only because of the strength that she still had.

After a day without water or food it wouldn't be possible to be this active, especially not after her fit from earlier. And yet she didn't know how she knew that either.

She let out a groan of annoyance, throwing another punch at the wall that had her hissing in pain.

All that she did know, all that was certain was she was alone in this elevator to somewhere. Alone with not even something as simple as a torch for company.

She didn't feel like that would be too much to ask for.

It was when the elevator stopped however she received a real shock, being flung across the elevator, her head hitting against the metal wall. She groaned, previously not thinking it possible to be anymore disorientated than she was. Despite the elevator having stopped she felt unsteady now, just trying to keep herself standing without falling.

That was when the top opened, and she whimpered as the light hit her.

It was painfully bright, the sudden change preventing her from being able to see clearly, aside from the silhouettes of the people above her. Now she was scared, somehow instinctively shifting the weight of her legs ready to hit someone if they were a threat. On the bright side one of her questions had been answered.

Her hair was blonde.

It had been a normal day for the Gladers. The runners had left early in the morning, and everyone else had set themselves to their own specific jobs quickly enough. Only today, one of the runners hadn't gone to map his section.

Newt always stayed behind once a month, leaving Minho to run the section with Alby instead. He felt guilty about it, given that Alby only ran the maze when necessary; but it was one day.

The blonde was considered to be one of the best at dealing with the Greenies, Nick wasn't too bad but his second in command was beyond terrible. In fact, instead of making them feel better Alby usually brought them to the edge of a heart attack. And Nick, Nick was patient and calm, a very level headed person, however he never connected with them. Somehow Newt seemed to manage to connect with them in a way that managed to calm them down a lot quicker than any of the others were able to manage.

Greeting the Newbies might as well have been his official second job.

So when the sirens went off that day, like the others he waited for the newbie to arrive, standing in front of the others beside Nick. His lips were set into a straight line as he looked at it. 11 months in this damn place and they'd mapped out the whole thing. There was no way out, and knowing that made greeting the newbies even harder.

He had to give them hope when he barely had any left himself.

"Bloody hell," he said the moment the elevator was opened. "It's a… girl?" he commented aloud, though even making the observation his mind was whirring as he looked over at Nick. The leader looked just as confused. Just as unsure of what to do. A girl. The first girl in 11 months. The only girl so far. Would there only be girls from now on? What did this mean?

"You don't say," a sarcastic retort caught him off guard, bringing his eyes back to her. It was enough to shock him back into helping her, grabbing the rope and throwing it in for her while the other boys were craning to get a look.

The girl hesitated, before grabbing on and allowing them to pull her up, Nick grabbed onto her wrist to pull her up onto solid ground, unlike how the boys usually just grabbed onto clothes. She brushed the dirt off herself almost without really caring, wearing a pair of tight pants that were ripped at the knees and an orange shirt that was worn out.

Newt could barely make out the words 'camp' at the beginning of the shirt, let alone anything else. It left him wondering if it was a clue as to where she was from, or just a false hope for her that the creators had given.

Not like they'd ever find out anyway.

"Welcome to the Glade, Greenie. Nice to meet ya," Newt greeted, holding out his hand for the girl to shake. He watched her, her eyes narrowing at his hand for a moment. He couldn't imagine the thoughts going through her head as slowly she raised a small hand to shake his.

He was surprised by her tight grip, somehow not expecting a girl to have that, and even more so when he looked at her hand and saw it covered in blood. His eyes widened slightly when he realized it meant that she had put up one hell of a fight somewhere along the way.

"Name's Newt, and this here is Nick, our leader," he continued to explain to her, watching as Nick also moved forwards to shake the girls hand. The crowd of boys were still standing in awe, some gawking and murmurs rushing through the crowd.

All of them were looking at her as though she was the most beautiful girl they'd ever seen. And that was true given she was the only girl any of them could remember seeing. Still, despite thinking she did look pretty, but Newt hadn't imagined a girl, a beautiful girl at least, to look like she did.

Pale blonde hair, almost white, fell in soft curls down to her shoulder blades. Her skin was tanned, and body lean though after the handshake he felt she might not be as delicate as they might judge her to be based on gender. She was shorter than him, maybe 160 centimeters, or just over that. Her nose small and sharp, pale eyebrows up turned and freckles dotting her face across her nose and cheeks. Her eyes though, they were big and they were intriguing.

At first he thought he was seeing things, that it was a trick of the light. But it wasn't. One of her eyes was brown, and the other was blue.

"What's your name Greenbean?" Nick asked from beside him, and he watched her nose scrunch up as she thought for a moment.

'Jay,' she heard a male voice in her head say. She should've jumped, or thought she was going insane or something but somehow she felt comforted by it. She knew it. 'You're name is Jay,' the deep voice repeated.

"Jay," the half-blood answered after another moment of hesitation.

"Well Jay, welcome to your new home," he announced, and she scanned the area again like she had when she'd first left the elevator. Large walls had caught her attention. They made her curious and at the same time they instilled fear and worry into her and she didn't know why that was the case. "Newt, give her a tour, we've still got a few hours before the Runners'll get back, I'll set up somethin' for her in the Homestead."

"Good that, comin' Greenie?" Newt asked, after nodding at what Nick had said. The older boy had turned and run back to the homestead, and slowly the boys, though still openly gaping at her were slowly moving off to work.

"Why are they staring at me?" she asked, awkwardly shuffling closer to the boy giving her a tour. He laughed in response.

"Ya're the Greenie, and those shanks can't remember ever seein' a girl before," he commented, a teasing tone to his voice.

"There aren't any other girls?" Jay asked, looking at him wide-eyed.

"Never have been before ya showed up," he answered with a shrug. Unlike most others she was somewhat calm, asked questions but didn't constantly interrupt. Though he was certain she wasn't listening to him the entire time that he was speaking either.

Which she wasn't, not that she'd admit it. Instead she was caught up with internal worries, her memories or lack there of were bothering her, the male voice in her head. What was she even doing here? Where they her captors or saviors? Couldn't they just leave through those doors if they wanted to?

She didn't want to live this way.

A/N:

Alright, so here is actually hopefully the second chapter. I don't know why the notes happened, but thank you to May a Chance for bringing it to my attention though I hope that you enjoy it.

Also to May a Chance, thank you for your review for the first chapter. I'm glad to know that you've enjoyed reading this!