Greiver Holes

Chapter 1

I slammed against the cold, metal walls as the thing I was in surged upwards. Where am I? I tried to examine the areas around me, but it was pitch black inside the tiny room. It also reeked of a terrible smell, which was making my gag reflex act up. Still, I had a glimpse of hope that I would find one clue as where the hell I was. That piece of hope was quickly shatter, because every time I tried to move, my gut wrenched and my stomach couldn't hold down the little bit of food that was in it. I couldn't take it anymore, so I slowly crawled back to a tight corner and curled into a ball, shaking and jolting along with the movement of the room. Then it all caught up to me. I can't remember my name. I can't remember my family. I can't remember anything! Not knowing something as important as your own name does things to your brain. It was almost like a disease: the longer I didn't know, the worse I became. The more I couldn't think straight. I could tell that the information was somewhere in my brain, but it was almost like it was locked in a steel vault, and I couldn't do anything to reach it. And knowing that, well, it made me excruciatingly confused and angry. And on top of that, I didn't even know how the hell I got here. The room has been carrying me for at least 30 minutes... Shouldn't it have stopped or turned by now? But I guess not, because it wasn't showing any signs of hesitation or delay. If anything, it was speeding up. Thomas. My name is Thomas. That thought sent me flying across the room, because I didn't think it. It just popped out of nowhere, Thomas. Someone else had thought it for me. Someone else was in my head. How did I know that? How did someone tell me that? I was officially scared out of my mind now, and honestly I would be jumping for joy if this thing, this death trap built for one, just stopped and never went anywhere. I could just  lay here, fall asleep, and die peacefully. This was all too much for me. I didn't know anything except my name. Not even a last name, just Thomas. I didn't even know how old I was. Bang! Screech! The thing shuddered multiple times, and slammed to a dead halt. I immediately threw up, but it smelled so bad that my eyes were watering so I tried to hold in as much as I could. Then, almost like a light from heaven, a sliver of light appeared on the top of the box. I squinted, blocking my newly fragile eyes from the blinding sun. The sliver got bigger and bigger, until the whole roof was covered in a beautiful, warm glow of light. Voices...why do I hear voices? I turned my sore, aching head to the sky. There were at least fifty boys hovered around the edge of the roof, speaking in an excited rambled jumble. The look in their eyes consisted of curiosity, excitement, and some even looked a little bit nervous. I was examining them, and they were all studying me, judging me.  That made me overly nervous, so I scooted back to my corner. As I was scooting back, I realized something. They were all boys. No girls, just boys. That was peculiar. Thomas, you probably look like a wimp right now. Stop being a baby. But even my own thoughts couldn't pull me from that corner. As if I wasn't petrified enough, a tall, blonde haired kid leapt down from the edges, and extended his hand. I couldn't decide whether or not to take it, but after a couple of seconds I reached out for it. Its not like anything worse could happen to me. He pulled me out of the gut wrenching box with a yank.

"Hey green bean, nice to meet you." The boy said with a soft grin. "Welcome to the Glade."