the future ➵ Minho

Experiment ix. Name

"Bloody hell..."

I clench my hands into fists and wince at the sight of this unfamiliar blonde boy examining me.

"Stop staring and tell us who's shucking down there!"

I stayed silent and stationary for I might scare them if I talked. The blonde boy crouched down and scrunched his hazel eyebrows together. He lend out a hand but was unsure if he should give it to me. I lightly placed my fragile hand and he pulled me up from the metal ground.

My legs were wobbly and I couldn't exactly regain my balance so I held tight to the boy's hand by accident to keep me steady.

"You okay?" he asks, stopping for a second.

I don't meet eyes with him but just nod. After the blondie helps me out of the box, I hear gasps. And whispers spreading. With false accusations too, of course.

"A girl?"

"She's hot, call dibs!"

"No way.."

There were many people surrounding me and I didn't reveal any expression. Simply stood there, like a sculpture.

"Welcome to the Glade, Greenie," the blonde boringly explains, as if it was his tenth time introducing.

And it was.

I opened my mouth to tell him my name when I decided to keep my mouth shut.

"Do you remember anything?" he asks me again, shoving his hands in his brownish black pants.

I lie and shake my head. Nobody could know. Nobody could know I was deceiving them. And that's when I finally said something.

"I do remember one thing."

My voice comes out with a croak and not the usual elegant sophisticated voice I used to speak with. Not that I had any reason to.

I could feel his blue quartz eyes staring to make eye contact. Execpt I wasn't going to give it to him.

"What?"

He waits for my answer.

"My name."

He stares at me, dumbfounded. Had I said something foolish? I cannot make a mistake on this mission.

"What is it?" he asks, excited.

"Nike. Nike Hollister.."

The blondie drops his jaw and stays like that.