here ya go, Jelly
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Chapter One
The feeling I get is weird Its as if I'm floating on a soft cloud, or gracefully falling into the ocean, or swinging when the chains suddenly break. I don't know whats going on and I don't feel right. I feel as if I'm missing something; a part of myself. Then, suddenly, that feeling is gone and I feel as if I
m lying on solid ground again.
I feel the cool breeze rustle my hair and crash over me like the soft waves of the sea. I feel the warm sun radiating on my skin and warming me up just as much as the breeze cools me. I smell the dirt, the grass, and something else; as if someone somewhere was cooking a meal for lunch. It's as if I'm at a campsite
Now I don't feel myself breathing. The pain in my chest becomes greater and greater. I don't know how to breathe! I'm going to die and I cant even open my eyes, or move to shout something out to scream for help! Worst of all, I don't know where I am, or where I came from; I hardly remember anything!
Suddenly, as if someone flipped a switch, I feel myself sit up and open my eyes to the blinding sun around me. I take big gasps of air as if I was taking huge gulps of water. I cant see right because the sun is too blinding, and the only thing I can hear is the ringing in my ears. As my vision begins to clear I see figures that I cant quite make out; dark figures that look like they'll hurt me, surrounding me.
I go by instinct and I begin to move backwards as if I'm a crab walking or something. Some of the figures begin to back away but one of them just kneels down in front of me. I still cant see right and who or whatever is in front of me is scaring me to death.
As I keep moving I finally feel my back hit something hard and I have to stop moving. This is it, I cant go any further, this figure is going to hurt me and I don't even know where I am, who I am, or what I'm doing here. I don't remember hardly anything
"Hey, its alright," I hear a deep comforting voice say. The voice is muffled and I can hardly hear it, but the ringing in my ears slowly begins to fade. I can hear the wind rustle the leaves on trees now. I can hear people talking and they sound worried; excited even. Along with my hearing coming back my eyes slowly begin to focus with the blinding light and I can begin to see everything again.
I look around and try to take everything in. It seems that there are huge green walls surrounding this place and there are little blotches of grey among them too. I feel thick grass under me and I find this very comforting. I see a huge house and a few stables and many other things like gardens and a house that looks like a cook out. I then see the figures that were surrounding me earlier.
They're all boys who look to be in their teens. Most of them are gathered around me, and others are gathered around something or someone else just a few feet away from me. There's an older, tougher boy who has dark skin who's making them all stay away. Why? Do they think I'm dangerous? Am I dangerous?
"Hey," I hear the voice say again, and I feel a hand brush my shoulder. I flinch. In fact, I'm shaking. Shaking. I'm so scared that I'm shaking. I look right in front of me and there's another boy. He looks strong and he has his blonde hair cut long. Hes probably one of the strongest people Ive seen before; muscle is the only thing he seemed to be. "It's alright," the boy says in a comforting manner.
I must look weak to him. Here I am, weak little me shaking like a wet dog in twenty degree weather and then there's him; tall and strong like a brick house.
I look deep into his eyes and I blink a few times. Where I start. I was going to say where am I? But my voice just faded like I didn't know how to talk.
The boy smiles a little when my voice fades. Why? Does he think its funny that I'm scared to death? Does he think its funny that I cant even find the courage to speak?
"All your questions will be answered soon enough," the boy says simply. Can you stand?
To be honest, I don't know if I can stand right now. I'm pretty sure that if I try Ill be shaking too much and my knees will just collapse and Ill fall to the ground.
The boy lets go of my shoulder as I begin to move my arms to help push myself up. I become light headed as I stand up and my vision becomes black at the edges. This, thankfully, lasts for a few seconds and it finally fades away.
"Whats your name? Can you tell me your name?" the boy asks me.
I think about telling him that I don't remember my name but I feel a spark in my brain that tells me I do know my name. I blink a few more times as the gears in my mind begin to spin around and around and work again. I swallow and gather a small breath.
"Arabella," I say while drifting off again.
I look around the place again and I see the group of boys who are gathered around me, and then the other group of boys, gathered around someone, or something, else. I don't say anything as I make my way to the second group of boys, the group of boys closest to me are moving out of the way.
I see a flash of pale skin and dark black hair and that's it. I cant get a better look of the girl lying on the ground and I feel myself fall to the ground again. I feel the grass surround me, welcoming me back to the ground again. I don't know whats wrong with me, but I just have to fall back over again.
I lie there as the first boy comes over to me and kneels over me. I see his lips moving but I don't hear him say anything, I just hear the familiar ringing noise in my ears again. I blink a few more times as I look back at him and I feel my mouth move, but I don't hear what I'm saying; yet somehow I know what I'm saying.
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haha. this sucks. :/ xD
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I shall read it now thank-you. ^__^
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Sorry it took me so long. And I apologize in advance if this turns out weird cause copy and paste isn't liking me. :/
Chapter Two
Everything is dark and warm. I feel my lungs fill with air, and then release the air, and then fill back up again. I hear soft talking; at least three people are whispering to each other. I dont want to wake up though; I just wish to stay in this dark and warm place that Im in.
I notice that Im on a bed. I can feel the soft mattress under me, the soft fluffy pillow, and the nice, heavy, warm blanket that covers up most of my body. I groan a little and I turn over on my side, moving my pillow while I do this and I pull the blanket up over me a little more. I notice that as I do this the whispering stops.
I dont move, I just stay right where Im at and I pretend to sleep, and Im not even tired anymore. I hear someone sigh and it sounded like they were disappointed. I thought she was waking up, I hear the boy that had helped me before speak, his voice a little louder than a whisper.
Well, it seems as if shes sleeping, not in a coma like the other girl, another boy says.
At the mention of the other girl my heart skips a beat. I remember seeing her right before I fell asleep, or fainted, or passed out or whatever. Its as if Ive seen her before, like, before I found myself here. As far as I remember since Ive gotten here, her and I are the only girls here where ever here is.
None of this makes sense, a third boy says. Two girls come the day after we get a Greenie, and theyre both passing out and having weird messages.
One of the boys then sighs.
None of this makes bloody sense, the first boy speaks up. But we shouldnt bloody think about it too much; you shanks will lose your minds.
I just notice the boys accent. Its an odd accent, but I feel like Ive heard it a million times before. Something that reminds me of home.
Home. A word so happy and yet I dont remember anything happy about it. I dont remember my parents, or if I have any siblings; nothing that really matters. I remember how to speak, write, walk, and many other things but I dont know how I got here, or who brought me here. I dont remember anything.
A wave of sadness washes over me and I can feel tears building up behind my eyes. I cant remember anything and this makes me so sad I dont know what my mother looks like, what my father looks like, I dont even know how old I am!
I feel a tear stream down my face and something in my mind clicks. Its as if I just realized something. I feel as if Ive cried, but in my sleep like Im pretending to be asleep right now. Another tear streams down my face.
Hey, the second boy speaks up. Shes crying while shes sleeping?
I feel the three boys move closer around me. I feel a hand on my forehead and I jerk a little. Keep it together Arabella Pretend youre just crying in your sleep and youll be fine
My breaths become shorter and quicker as I hear these words in my head. Am I crazy? Do I hear voices? Or is this normal? I dont know
Shes probably just having a bad dream, and she seems a little warm, the second boy, the boy with his hand on my head, says. She might be a little sick too.
I cant take it; I cant hold it in and pretend that Im just crying in my sleep now. My eyes fly open and I let out a strained sort of noise. I curl up into a ball as if I was in fetal position and I just let out harsh noises and cry as hard as I can. The second boy pulls his hand off of my head faster than I ever thought was humanly possible.
Whats wrong? Is she gonna be alright? the first boy questions; you can hear how worried he is because of his voice and I wonder if hes always this worried about other people.
Yeah, shes gonna be fine, the third boy says. Just a bad dream probably.
I let out a few more harsh breaths as I try to calm myself down but its insanely hard. It doesnt seem humanly possible to stop crying for some reason. I close my eyes tight as more tears stream down my face.
And then I feel guilty. I dont know why, but the feeling washes over me, hitting me hard. Im sorry, I choke out.
I feel like Im over reacting for some odd reason. Maybe another memory is opening up but I just cant unlock it just right. I hate this feeling with a passion and I wish that it would just go away; I wish that I could remember everything. I I just dont remember hardly anything and I hate this feeling, it feels horrible, I say while choking breaths out.
Awe shuck it, if theres one thing I remember about girls, its them and their emotional problems, I hear either the second or third boy state, I honestly dont care.
Shortly after the boy is done saying that though I hear flesh against flesh; I think the two other boys hit him. I cant help but feel a little grateful that they hit him.
Come off it, the first boy says softly to me. There isnt anything to be sorry for. Youre scared, youre in a new place and you dont remember a bloody thing, and youre also surrounded by a whole bunch of boys. You dont have one bloody thing to be sorry for.
I sniffle a little after the first boy says that and I begin to stop crying. My eyes feel raw and my nose is stuffed and I can hardly breathe. I can still feel the tears staining my face a little, but only a little.
I wonder how weak I look to them right now.
Youre not weak Youre strong Arabella Youre strong Bella
I sniffle again and I roll back over on my back so Im not hiding. Someone is telling me Im strong I should act strong. I never know; I might be stronger than I think.
You alright then? the first boy asks again, just as soft as he did before.
I look over at him and I nod, but I dont smile at him. I cant seem to smile. Its as if my face is frozen in the frown forever.
The boy smiles a little at me and then looks up at the third boy. Jeff, go get Alby and take care of the other girl, Alby will want to talk with her, he states, his voice not so soft anymore.
The boy, Jeff, stands up from one of the chairs without saying anything and he walks out of the room the door shutting quietly behind him.
The room is now silent. Awkwardly silent. No one says anything and the only noise I can hear are my breaths, still a little heavy from crying earlier. I sigh to try and steady my breathing but I find that my heart is pounding harder and harder. The second boy clears his throat which then breaks the horrible, and awkward, silence.
Would you like to sit up? he asks me; his voice is just about as awkward as the silence was before he decided to break it.
I try to speak yet again but a sound just wont come out of my mouth. I sigh again, frustrated and exhausted from trying to speak and I just nod my head. The second boy looks to the first and they nod as if they were making a silent agreement and they put their arms under my back and lift my back up off of the bed.
I cringe a little when they do this; my head begins to pound, my back aches, and I feel as if I was going to throw up right then and there. The second boy shakes his head and the two boys then lower me back to the bed. I dont think thats a good idea for her yet, the second boy says. She still must be a little sore.
I kind of hate how theyre talking about me like Im not even there but of course I dont say anything about it. I dont know what the rules are here, maybe theres a reason why there arent any girls here; maybe they were killed by these guys because they spoke up; maybe guys see girls as just objects and not people here
I blink a few times while I stare at the ceiling. Thats all that I seem to do to be honest with you; I just blink when I have nothing to say. Or maybe its not that I have nothing to say because I have a million things on my mind right now; maybe its because I cant say what Im wanting to say.
The first boy opens up his mouth to say something but thats when the door opens again and the boy falls silent. I look away from the ceiling and I look towards the -
The first boy opens up his mouth to say something but thats when the door opens again and the boy falls silent. I look away from the ceiling and I look towards the door.
There a tall boy stands. He has really dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. He looks tough and hard; not the kind of guy you want to be messing around with. Hes probably the leader here; again, where ever here is.
The boy walks over to the seat that Jeff was sitting in before and he takes the seat and looks down at me. I look back up at him, feeling as if I should look him in the eye if he wants to talk to me. Or maybe its not my feeling, maybe its just instinct.
Glad to see youre awake, the darker boy says in a deep voice. He sounds cool, laid back, and collected. I wonder how in the world he managed to act like that. Youve been asleep for a few hours, and its real early in the morning, our Med-Jacks have been takin good care of ya.
The boy then looks at me as if he was waiting for something. Hes probably waiting for me to say thanks or something, and I would be right now if I was capable of speaking. To make it seem like Im trying to say thanks I try and speak, but its not working too well, just like the first few times. The first boy looks up at the darker skinned boy and says, Shes been having some trouble with talking. Her voice keeps cracking and fading off. Youd think shes mute.
The darker boy nods his head to the first and then looks back down at me. Can you tell me your name? he questions while scratching his arm a little.
Ar Arabe, I say, attempting to actually speak but yet again its not working out in the slightest.
She said her name was Arabella yesterday before she collapsed, the first boy speaks up since Ive fail to tell the other boy my name.
Again the darker boy nods to the first boy, mentally telling him thanks.
Arabella Arabella, do you remember anything from before you were sent here? the darker boy questions.
I sigh a little when the boy asks me this. I search deep into my mind, trying to find answers. The slightest hint to what my life was before I was imprisoned here. The darker boy is patient with me and he lets me think for a moment. I sigh again and I shake my head when I come up with a blank sheet.
The darker boy sighs and nods his head as he mumbles, Worth a shot.
I give him an odd look. He thought that I wasnt going to remember anything, or did he already know that I wasnt going to remember anything? The boy looks at me and he reads my face clearly.
All of us who are sent here, to the Glade, dont remember nothing, the boy states, his voice rising a little. We only remember our names and a few vital important things and thats it. Some of us few remember bits and pieces if were unlucky enough, but well save that story for another time.
All this information thats being thrown at me is hard to take in all at once. Something called a Glade, a story for another time; its all so confusing and I think its showing up on my face.
Alby I think that this is a little too much for her to take in right now, the first boy states softly.
Im glad that the first boy spoke up for me, because I dont think Ill be able to speak for myself for a long time. I nod my head, agreeing with the first boy. The darker boy, Alby, sighs and nods his head.
Alby looks tired, exhausted out of his mind. For some reason I think of studying for something like a test and how stressed I used to be, but I dont remember anything specific, and this makes me mad.
Yeah, guess youre right, Alby states, sounding just as tired as he looks. He turned tired really fast. Alby then begins to slowly stand up out of the chair but he still looks down at me. Get some rest Arabella, Ill be back later to ask you more questions, and possibly later today Ill have Newt here give you the Tour, Alby says while gesturing to the first boy. Alby then turns to the second boy and says, Take good care of her Clint.
Alby quickly exits the room after he says that and now Im left here with these two boys, Newt and Clint. I sigh again and I rub my head to see if it stops the pounding in my head. It works only a little bit, but its still much better than before.
Well, you heard what Alby said, Clint speaks up while shifting in his chair. You need the rest anyways.
I dont object to his words and I gladly turn on my side again, facing the boys. Im worn out. I dont feel like I can keep my eyes open any longer, so I dont. I close my eyes and that familiar darkness covers me again and hugs me close to keep me warm. I feel one of the boys, either Newt or Clint I cant tell, pull the blanket up and over my shoulders more to help keep me more warm.
Im glad that the boy did that and I curl up into a ball to warm me up even more. I eavesdrop on Newts and Clints conversation for a few minutes, but Im hardly even paying attention. I dont get too far into the conversation before I fall asleep. -
It's pretty good so far ^__^
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Yee thank you! ^_^
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