Darkness. That's all that I could see. It was pitch black and cold where I was, wherever I was. No matter how hard I thought, I remembered nothing. Not a single thing about my past. About me, even my name. A sharp pain made my head flare, causing me to have a headache. What, am I not aloud to remember anything? Looks like it.I jumped as a loud clanking noise reverted off the walls, but there wasn't another sound after that. Only my breathing was to be heard. I slowly stood up after a minute or two, reaching my hands to feel around, hoping to grab something - anything, to defend myself with or even just to hold on too, just for reassurance.
I walked forward, touching a couple of wooden things that I assumed were the walls. I reached a halt when I felt my hands touch something cool and hard. It was like metal. I traced my fingers along the bumpy metal, the little tiny bumps pressing against my hand. I found it weird that there was a bunch of wooden walls and one metal walls.
I yelped in terror as the metal sound was heard again, and this time it was repeated. I felt the ground below me struggle to go upwards, dropping and lifting me a few times making me bounce up and down before it vibrated upwards, causing me to stumble and fall over. The force was so fast and so strong, I couldn't stand up. I was being thrown across the room from the force, banging every part of my body. Surely I was going to have a few bruises.
I screamed at the top of my lungs as something slashed my arm, the other snatching whatever had cut me out of instinct, only to grab some sort of handle. I used my other, very much bleeding and injured arm to examine the top. I only had enough time to make out it was a knife before I went tumbling back across the room.
"I swear, it's like someone is forcing this dammed room to rock back and forth," I mumbled under my breath. Well, at least I found out I am British. That sure is a start. I didn't bother screaming for help, there couldn't have been anyone to help me anyways.
I cried out in pain when my injured arm slammed against something as I was thrown across the room again. The room - no, this isn't a room, rooms don't move. The metal thing moved upwards much faster, almost knocking the breath out of me. My legs and back were pressed against the floor, my knuckles cracking as I squeezed the knife harder. I closed my eyes, bracing for the worst until. . .
The metal thing stopped. It just stopped.
I scrambled to my feet, light pouring through the roof. As quick as possible, I ran behind some crates. They must have been what I thought were walls earlier. Makes sense. I held my knife closer to my body as I peaked to see a tall, dark haired boy with strange eyebrows lift up the top of the metal thing and jump down. I immediately twirled back behind the crates, pressing my back up against them as I heard footsteps approach closer.
"What do you see, Gally?" I heard an accented voice, which I assumed was British, asked.
"Looks like there's no Greenie this time, just supplies," Gally called back.
"What?" I heard a voice ask.
"How come?"
"Are you serious?"
"Is this bad?"
A lot of people asked several questions, but what freaked me out was that I didn't once hear a feminine voice. What the fuck? Haha, looks like I'm a cusser.
"Alright, shanks, slim it!" A voice I hadn't heard yet yelled. Everyone immediately shut up. "I don't know why there isn't a Greenie any more that you guys do, so everyone shut your yaps, and go back to work!"
I heard a few grumbling protests, but soon the sound of footsteps walking away filled my ears.
"Well, I'm going to get the supplies outa here," Gally said. I him approach closer to my hiding spot, and I started to shake in fear. I gripped the handle tighter, if that was even possible. I took a deep breath, in and out, my heart thumping in my chest.
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Never Come Out
FanfictionShe can't escape the devil's whispers, or her fears, or her feelings. She's the introvert, the one who never tells or expresses how she truly feels. Always has a smile plastered on her face. But the ones with the brightest smiles are the ones who al...