The metal against metal noise was ear piercing. There was also a siren. It all of a sudden exploded. I slowly cupped my hands around my ears in a attempt to drown the noise out. I felt like I was moving up. Almost like an elevator - a really rusty, old, large, ugly, smelly elevator. I tried to remember how I got in this box and why I woke up knocked out, but nothing came into my head. I couldn't remember. My memories were completely erased.

Everything except my name - Lizzy. But it didn't feel like my name. Like it didn't fit me. Almost like my brain was a wall and people ran by, spraying 'Lizzy' on my brain. It was scribbled and unwanted. A piece of graffiti. I couldn't even recall what I looked like. How I acted. My age. My family. It made me furious. I looked deeper in my head, trying to remember anything. A name. A face. But everyone - every little thing that made me, me - was completely gone. It scared me down to my bone. I clearly remembering watching snowflakes slowly land, but not where, or when, or with who. Were my parents looking for me? Did they let me leave? It made me shiver even though I was drenched in sweat.

Calm down, I told myself, level-headed. Since my brain was shut off, I decided to look around my surroundings. I knew I was in a box - an elevator moving me up. Up where, exactly? I slowly put my arms on the bottom and pushed myself into a standing position. That's when a wake of nausea swept over me. I threw up everything that was left inside of my sweaty and weakened body on the floor. Doesn't matter, I thought, I'm not sitting down ever again after this. I wanted to know where in the world I was. I strained my eyes. There was a light red light on the left side of the box. It flickered off and on every couple seconds, making my vision even worse, but it was better than pitch-black. Which brought a thought to my head: people could afford to drug me to sleep and throw me in a box, but not give me a decent light source. Cheap.

I stumbled over to the walls of the elevator. I rubbed my hands down it. It was cold, but I could tell I've been going up for a good amount of time. I turned around and looked back to the center of the box. There were supplied all around me. I carefully watched where I stepped. What if I was thrown in with the supplies mistakenly? There were boxes and barrels to heavy for me and my weak arms to even dream of picking up. That brought a bit of happiness into my gut. Where ever I was going, there must be strong people who could actually carry these things. They would surely help a lost girl.

Crash!

It was even louder than I thought was possible. I stumbled back on the ground after the elevator stopped going up and the ceiling popped open. Lucky for me, I didn't spat in my puke on the floor. Then, being used to the darkness, I felt like I was on the sun. Pure white bled through my t-shirt as I threw my arm up so I wasn't blinded. My breaths were heavy. I just realized how tired I was. Must be those bloody drugs, I thought. I started to see shadows form around me. I was able to move my arm down slightly and try to take in my new surroundings. I was so curious. The shadows formed into people. Humans. More importantly, boys. All of them. None of the 40 people trying to get a look at me had the curvy body like I did. They were looking down at the box like they never saw a girl before. Although their faces were still unreadable and blocked out by the light, that didn't stop them from tossing comments at me I didn't even understand.

"Oh, a girl!"

"Back off, I got dibs."

"Dibs? We can share her, ya slinthead."

"Is she hot?"

"Hey, Greenie."

Then, the light level was bearable as one of the boys threw a rope down into the box. I put my foot through the small loop at the bottom and clung on to the top as I was lifted out of the mystical box and on to the soft warm grass in the center of all the boys. The boy who threw the rope down spoke to me with a deep and booming voice. His skin was dark and there might have been the slightest bit of kindness in his eyes. "Name's Alby. I run this place - call it the Glade. Welcome to your new home, Greenbean. Now, just 'cause you're a girl, don't mean we're gonna treat you any differently."

And with that, I slowly stood up, and took off running. I pushed my legs as fast as they could go. I ran like my life depended on it. All of those people - boys, actually, all boys - there completely out of their mind. How could they expect me to live here? I felt the sweat that was clung to my face from the elevator trickle from my forehead, but I didn't care. I was never going to stop running. I needed space. I heard them screaming more comments at me, but I didn't stop. I wanted to get away. Why couldn't they get the memo? I pushed my legs harder, until I saw there was no escape.

I fell on the grass, but curiosity won and I got right back up again. It was more like a trip-up than a fell. As I stood back up, I looked around me and my jaw dropped. Four giant walls, almost 60 feet high covered in ivy, trapped me in this large square. If I recall right, Alby called it the Glade. How could I be expected to bloody live here? Just, how? There was something else that I saw interesting. In one of the corners, there was a huge, deep, dark forest. I'll have to check that out later. It looked calming. Especially in the position I'm in. Bringing my attention back to my sad reality, I looked back to the group of boys. Two of them started to walk to me. I panicked and took off to the gigantic wall surrounding us all together.