I don't know where I am. It's dark. The loud metal is clanking. I feel like I'm moving. Ive been quiet while I've been in here, trying to listen to what's happening around me. I keep thinking I hear someone else but I know I don't and it's just my mind. I don't remember anything. Not my name. Nothing. I close my eyes and hope this will all end soon.
I hear whimpers which makes my eyes open wide, still not adjusted to the darkness.
"Hello" I half yell.
"Is someone there?" I hear back. It sounds like a boy. Not too young. Not too old.
"Who's there" I yell, starting to move around a bit.
"I-I don't know my name"
"I don't either." I whisper. "Where are you?"
"I don't know on the other side of this thing I think" I hear the voice call back.
"Move towards my voice and I'll move towards yours." It's too shaky to stand up so I scoot/crawl my way over to the voice. I'm close. I can feel it. Someone grabs my hand with theirs and I move closer. "Thank you"
We stop moving for about ten minutes until the "box" opens. There's blinding light and people standing around us. They all seem to be in shock.
I look over to who's holding my hand. "Thomas?" I whimper, memories slightly floating about my head.
"Y/N" he whispers.
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»DYLAN O'BRIEN IMAGINES«
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