The Memory (Maze Runner/Newt)

Chapter One

I've been in this weird contraption for what feels like days, when it was going up or down I'm not sure, it just suddenly stopped. Jerking my forward, and making me hit my head on odd boxes, which I learned to be tools and food. 

I got knocked unconcious when I hit my head, I woke up, and was still here. How did I get here? Who am I? Why am I here? What the bloody hell is this contraption?! 
I sigh and start crawling on the walls, trying to find a latch for this weird cage, maybe I can get out. 

When I look up, there seems to be some doors. So maybe I can climb the walls, there are pipes and such I could climb on. I stick my small hand through a square, feeling around at the top of the cage, my head pounding.

"What the...." I groan, my arms getting tired, why hadn't I thought to do this earlier? My hand skims across a latch, I look up and see indeed it's an exit. Yes! I pull and tug at it, nothing happens. Maybe if I just.. I pull at it once more, a flap falling into the cage. I cheer a bit. 

Maybe people are at the top? I stand up on top of the contraption and take a deep breath.
"HELP! Is anyone up there?!" I scream, hearing nothing. I take another breath, and continuously yell for help. 

Hearing nothing, I look around for a low pipe to stand on. I finally find one, and kick it forcefully, well I guess it's not sturdy, I think as the pipe falls, down down down down, until I hear a shatter. Well, I definitely won't be jumping down. 

"HE! ANYONE UP THERE!?" I scream, hearing a small whistle. Could it be someone? I jump up trying to latch onto a pipe, but landing back in the cage, landing on my ankle, I scream in pain. Tears run down my face as I look down at my ankle, a bone looking weird and out of place. 

"Help." I whisper, a sob emitting from my lips. The one word I uttered echoing, I look up upon hearing a small creek, my brows furrow. Then it's followed by another creek, and another, until one of the doors opens. I gasp, just seeing the night sky. 

How long have I been in here? 

"...Thomas... Newt.. C'mere." I hear a deep voice from the top, I gasp, and stay on the same position. Am I hallucinating again? I see three heads pop up and I smile through my tears. Finally!

"Um, it's kind of cold down here, it would be great to um maybe get out of here? Whatever here is." I shout, my throat slightly scratchy from the screaming. I hear their quiet whispers at the top, then I see a rope tumble down.

"Try and stand on the cage to get to the rope." I hear a British accent shout, wait what's British? I bite my lip, struggling to stand, I apply a small amount of pressure on my foot, resulting in me shouting in pain and tumbling back down, falling on my back. I land with an 'oomph' 

I sigh and close my eyes.

"Are you hurt?" I hear another voice ask curiously, I wouldn't have screamed and fallen if I was hurt. Who is this person?

"I think my ankle may be broken." I say back, I stand again, and outstretch my arm, my fingers tightening around one of the squares, I latch onto another and start to pull myself up. It's now or never, this could be life or death. I take a breath and start pulling myself up, I swing my leg up and bring my body up slowly.

"What is she doing?" I hear an awfully loud whisper. 

Seriously? I'm still not tall enough to reach the rope? I huff out a breath and see a big loose nail on the steel walls. I smirk, oh yes, I can use this. 

I reach up and hold onto it, latching onto the one above it, sort of like a.. a... A ladder? 
"Can you lower it any more?" I shout.

"Frypan, get over here!" The British fellow shouts in the distance, my hands start to burn as I climb higher, who knew rusty nails could hurt so much? A bit of sweat starts to form on my forehead, as I steady my foot (the un-injured one) and try to reach for the rope with one arm. 

Ugh.

"Hey! I'm kind of hanging here!" I snap, I see the rope inch lower making me smile. Yes! I can reach it, I latch onto it.
"Okay, now what?" I ask, feeling the rope move with a mighty tug, almost making me lose my grip. 

I'm slowly pulled up, slowly starting to see faces. I smile and look down, maybe they'll know who I am. Well I mean I know my name. But nothing else. 

I feel a hand wrap around my forearm and I'm pulled up and placed on the ground. I look up confused, where am I? Why are there walls everywhere? Where's the city?

"Do you remember who you are?" The British boy asks, I blink. They don't know who I am? 

"I'm Phoebe."