The next day I was enjoying peace and quiet next to the box. Our next delivery of supplies was due in four days. We get supplies once a week and a Greenie once a month. There were about 20 boys in the Glade at the time. It was break-time, so I figured I'd take a nap. I closed my eyes as I began to drift off. I could hear gears turning as if I was inside a giant clock. I don't know how I knew what a clock was given that I have absolutely no memory of one. Things were weird like that. I knew what things were, but that was all. No memory. No recollection. Then, I noticed that the gears weren't in my head. Gears were actually turning. I've never sat up so fast in my life. I think. I got dizzy for a second but I froze to listen to the gears. The box. The sounds were coming from the box. I walked over to it and the closer I got, the louder the sounds became. Something, or someone, was coming up in the box. Why weren't the alarms going off? The alarms always go off. Something was terribly wrong. I could feel it.

"Guys…" My heart began to pound in my chest. The temperature must've risen a thousand degrees. Why was it so hot? I began to sweat. What if it's a griever? I'd never met one face-to-face but I'd seen what they could do. Maybe it's the people behind all of this. I'll bet they're here to kill us all. "Guys! Someone get over here! The box! It's the box!" Why wasn't the alarm going off? I'm pretty sure this has never happened before. I need to get out. I need to get out of this place. I swear it feels like the entire world is falling in on me. I need to get out before I'm crushed. No, Rose, don't cry. You don't cry. Crying is for the weak and you are not weak. Crap. No, stop it. Stop crying. Just because the world is going to crush you does not mean you can cry. "Guys! This is no longer funny! Get over here now!" I yelled as loud as I could trying to keep my panic from lacing itself in my words. Minho finally ran over.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay? You look like you just saw a shucking ghost."

"Wait, what's that sound?" Alby's here now, too.

"It's the box. The box is moving and they're gonna kill us all. God, are you guys Greenies? This is not normal. I'll bet grievers are in there. Where are the alarms? Shucking nowhere!" It keeps getting hotter. Maybe I'll burn up before I get crushed. Everything looks like a dream.

"Rose. Rose, I need you to look at me. Everything's okay. You need to breathe." Minho is trying to calm me down. I do calm.n't need to be calmed down. I am perfectly calm.

"What's wrong with her?" Alby questions. At that point I can't hear anything but my heart pounding against my chest. He says something about anxiety and how he remembers it from before. Alby mentions me going crazy and startling the others. I'm going crazy. That's what it is. My chest feels like it's caving in. It hurts. I could've sworn my heart's missed couple beats. Oh god. I'm having a heart atta-

"Rose. Look at me. I need you to take deep breaths. You're hyperventilating. You're gonna pass out if you don't take a deep breath."

"I-I can't. I'm trying. I'm d-dying, aren't I? Minho, what's happening?"

"Rose, you're having an anxiety attack. Everything's okay. You're just freaking out. Breathe."

"B-but it's so hot. I'm going to die. It's okay, Minho, I've accepted it. You can let me die. Let the walls crush me."

"Rose. Don't be silly. Alby! Get Clint!" Clint showed up a minute or two later and Minho whispers something to him. He nods and gets down on the ground with us.

"Rose, Minho is going to count down from 100 and you're going to do it with him. Do not lose eye contact with him, and do not stop counting until he tells you to stop. Do you understand?" I nodded. I had no clue what he was trying to do but I followed his orders.

Minho started counting "100, 99, 98…" I counted with him. At 72 he stopped. I paused for a second but continued to count down. He picked me up and sat me in his lap. He wrapped his toned arms around me and sat his head on my shoulder. I all the sudden realized how badly I had been shaking. I didn't stop counting. My heart stopped knocking on my chest. Everything cooled down and I felt like I could breathe again. Minho must've noticed because he let go of me and looked at me with concern. "Do you feel better, now?" I nodded and stopped counting. "You were having an anxiety attack. I think you used to have them a lot. I have the vaguest memory of sitting across from you and counting with you in a room. I can 't see any details, though." I hadn't noticed that all the boys had gathered around the box. Suddenly, the gears stopped turning. I gripped onto Minho's arm like it was the only think keeping me grounded. Alby and Newt walked on each side and pried the box open. All the chatting and whispering came to a halt.

"Minho! Get your shuck face over here. And bring your girlfriend." Usually there are snickers in the crowd of boys when someone calls me that. This time it's as if not one of the boys heard a thing. They didn't even flinch. Minho helped me stand up and we began our way through the crowd. None of the guys were phased as Minho pushed through to the box. He froze as soon as he reached it and took a look inside. I got to the box and I saw it. Saw them. Not grievers. Not supplies. Not a boy. Not boys. Not a girl. But girls. Seven of them. Seven girls lay passed out inside the box. They were alive. I could tell because they had heavy breathing patterns. It looked as though they were all just sleeping.

"What the shuck is happening?" Newt was asking the right questions. Now if only we had answers.