❝IF YOU AIN'T SCARED... YOU AIN'T HUMAN❞
↠ In which Bella wakes up with no memory of her old life and spends two years of her new life in the Glade.
★༄(NEWT X OC)
{started: october 13th 2019}
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She began her new life trapped in a moving cage, gasping for air as she willed the oxygen around her to fill her lungs. Her loose white blouse coated in soot and sweat as the tunnel that the cage was moving up felt a little too hot to be normal. Looking around frantically, she took note of the many boxes that were pilled on top of each other. Moving towards them, she swiped her hand over the cover of one of said boxes and reading the single five letters on the side: WCKED
The sound of metal groaning against each other as it echoes around the empty space between the floor and the top of the tunnel. Thoughts began to race around her mind as she tried to recall how she got there. The one, single thought that stuck with her no matter how hard she tried to think of anything else, 'who am I?'
Her childhood, her family and her name; no memory of it at all.
Although she could picture objects in her mind such as a house, cars, she knew what a television was, but the memories of her life before she woke up in the cage were like static in her mind. she could remember the planets and recite the alphabet, she could remember the sunlight and the scent of fresh flowers on a warm spring day.
And yet she couldn't remember her age, her parents and siblings- if she had any that is- she couldn't even remember her own name, surname or how she got into the situation she was currently in. Her mind raced with faces that she thought she could remember but they, eventually, blurred into one big mess of colours that clouded her mind.
Her eyes began to water as the harsh reality settled in; she couldn't remember anything and she had no clue where she was and where she was going. She continued to look around the cage for anything that could help her remember anything but her mind was just as blank as it was when she woke up.
It was then that she finally realised that both her arms were hurting but she couldn't remember why they was hurting. Rolling up her left sleeve first, she noticed a dark area of discoloured skin around her wrist and forearm in the shape of a hand. Felling her eyebrows come together in a furrow, she then moved to her right sleeve, there she found a bandage running up her arm that was stained a dark red from, what she suspected to be, a cut. But how did it get there?
Within the back of her mind she could, but only faintly, hear the blood-curdling screams of a female- judging from the high pitch of the scream- and she could picture the moment in her mind perfectly like a scene from a movie. A young, faceless girl was struggling against the restraining hands of two tall men who, like the girl, was also faceless.
After minutes of silence pass, the metal cage lurches against a trap door and finally stops. Hearing muffled voices shouting above ground, Bella frantically searches for anything to use for protection, if she needed it. Having found a small pocket knife she is quick to push the knife up her blouse's sleeve just in time for that trap doors to open, allowing her first glimpse of the sun-from what she could remember.
Not being used to the foreign light that was blinding her, everything around her became a blur as she heard the murmuring voices of approximately 20 people. She started to rapidly blink and squint her eyes in a desperate attempt to make her surroundings clearer; suddenly, like a camera that had switched its focus, her surroundings were clear.
Glancing up, she realised that the voices she heard belonged to a group of 20 boys.
Wait what?
Her heart rate accelerated as she could feel the eyes of the many boys that were surrounding the cage, she felt like a prey being stalked by the predator before the kill. Looking up out of the top of the cage, she noticed that they boys seemed to b more confused about the situation than she was.
"Holy shuck" a tall, blonde boy spoke softly in a voice that was heavily coated with a strange accent. British maybe? He looked at least 14 or 15, she guessed as she looked up into his mocha brown eyes that were currently filled with confusion.
"The greenie's a girl?" A different voice spoke up this time. Following the sound she caught the eyes of another tall boy with dark skin with short black hair. The girl's head tilted to the side slightly as her eyebrows pulled together in a deep furrow. Shuck? Greenie? She quickly noticed the strange and unfamiliar vocabulary that they seemed to be talking in but, no matter how hard she tried to understand the words spoken, she couldn't.
Shouts of protest and confusion arose from above the ground as the dark-skinned boy's words finally registered in the boys mind. The shouts left the poor girl more confused than ever- what was so bad about a girl 'greenie'?
"Quiet!" a loud voice boomed with authority from somewhere above her. "Pull her out" the same voice spoke as a rope was tossed down the side of the cage. Clutching the rope tightly with her sweaty palms, the girl planted her left foot between the gap of the bars that made the cage and climbed over the edge.
Her feet planted firmly on fresh, green grass as she climbed out. Taking a large inhale through her nose she felt the fresh oxygen feel her lungs as she closed her eyes to savour the feel. Opening her eyes back open she locked eyes with a dark-skinned boy who's hair was buzzed with dark brown eyes and he had a strong build for a figure.
"My names Alby, can you remember anything about yourself? Where you come from? How old you are?" He asked in a slightly softer tone than before whilst talking to the others. She noticed that his eyes never left hers once while he was questioning her, like he was searching for something.
Pausing slightly to try and remember anything, the girl could hear a faint voice in the back of her mind whispering to her. The voice sounded soft but was strong at the same time, like it was masking it's true feelings. Bella. The word kept repeating like a broken record. Was this her name? Was this her voice? She couldn't be sure seeing as she had not said a single word since waking up.
"I-I think my names B-Bella" She said in an uncertain tone as she wasn't sure of the name herself. As she spoke she came to understand that the voice in her head had, indeed, been her own.
