Clinging of metal against metal once more rang through my ears. The old, rusty Box pushing/pulling me up to – I felt – no end. The grogginess trembling me as I sat against the wall with my knees pulled up to my chest. Not to mention that darkness scared me to death, which I hated to admit. I heard my voice whispering to myself, Make it stop, make it stop, as I wait for the Box to halt.

Another minute passed by, where I felt like another hour. My clothes, my shoes, my hair, all drenched in with the mixture of my sweat and water I just escaped. Again, as I said I was shaking, out of fear.

When the Box finally stopped, I woke up in shock into a sitting position. I gasped, reaching for air while two boys, who were in the room with me jumped, startled with my sudden wake-up. Blood was draining their faces.

"Sorry," I muttered, wincing as I felt a sore in my throat. "I need water ... please." At the corner of my eye, a boy who stood by the door quickly exited the room I was put into. To get me some water for me.

As I sat on my bed, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. I felt drops of sweats trickled down my forehead and neck, and wiped them away with the sleeve of my dirty t-shirt. As soon as I was calm, I closed my eyes and fell back on the bed.

"Huh," I heard a boy's voice huffed. "I swear this girl is something. And I swear I would kill Thomas to stay here and look after her." I heard him murmur to himself.

I opened back my eyes slowly, to see if his eyes were actually looking at me because I thought it would be awkward if we caught our eyes on each other. We were strangers after all. And I was relieved when I noticed he was looking at something else in annoyance.

"Well," I started, causing him to look at me with wide-eyes in shock. "I am sure you can go now. I am fine, you see," I told him, hoping it would actually make him relieved to get away from me.

"Well ... I ..." he began. I waited, but nothing came out from his mouth.

"You can leave now," I said, turning my body to my left, back-face him who's on my right sitting on another bed.

"Well ... I ... can't," he said in hesitant. "Thomas asked me to look after you. I can't," he told me.

I quickly turned to face him. "Thomas?" I asked. The chubby boy, who looked no older than me, who reminded me to my classmate who'd always got bullied with other boys who were a year – or more – older than him, looked at me in daze.

"Uhh," he stuttered, "yeah. You ... sounded like you knew him," he stated.

I sighed, looked away and turned back to back-face him. "I did," I told him. "Still do though," I added.

There was a short silence, before the boy opened his mouth once again. "How do you-"

The boy couldn't finish his inquiry when the door suddenly burst opened. The force was strong yet it was still gentle. I turned to my front and looked who it was, expecting to see my brother who was excited to see me. But when I saw Teresa, Alby and Newt, I was disappointed. Well, half-disappointed. Newt made me happy with their visit yet, as soon as he looked back at me, who was still lying on the bed weakly, I was embarrassed. I turned away, and pushed myself to sit.

"Hey," Newt awkwardly greeted me, setting a glass of water on the small table beside my bed.

"Thanks," I said, shyly.

"You're- you're welcome," he replied with a stutter that I found it was adorable. He walked back to his friends, who stood at the end of my bed in one line. They looked like police, who came to my "ward" to do some interrogation over a crime.

"How're you feeling?" Teresa managed to ask the most common question to someone who just got up from her sleep.

"Fine," I answered shortly. I reached my hand the glass of water and took an uncomfortable sip of drink as everybody stared at me. "How long was I ... asleep?" I asked to no one in particular, but looking at Teresa though I had this keen to look at Newt.

"A few days," Teresa answered. Her voice was smooth and calm, like how I remembered it used to be. She walked and took a seat on an empty bed next to me, apposite the chubby boy. "Like three days to be exact," she added.

"Really?" I asked, an eyebrow rose. "That long?" The glass was still in my hand.

"Unfortunately," Teresa responded.

"Did I talk? In my sleep?" I asked.

"No," the chubby boy answered. "If that makes you feel good, no, you didn't talk in your sleep."

"Good to know that," I muttered under my breath to myself. I took another sip of drink to occupy myself as everybody continued staring at me as if they wanted to ask something yet they wasn't sure how. The curiosity in their eyes made me want to explode because I hated attention.

"Where's Thomas?" I asked when I remembered him, at the same time saving me from the awkward situation.

Newt and Alby hesitated to answer my question, but I continued to watch them both back and forth, demanding an answer, Newt replied, "They're out in the Maze."

"Oh," I answered shortly. "It's a waste of time," I muttered to myself once again.

"What?" almost most of them asked in unison.

I gasped, didn't expect anyone to catch me. "Nothing, nothing," I said, shrugging, looking back down to my glass as I pouted to myself, sad that nobody remembered who I was. Did they wipe these people's memory before they threw them here? But I was more bewildered when I said what I said.

How did I know that it was a waste of time to go out there?

"Oh, for klunk's sake!" Alby suddenly burst his temper out. "What is it about you, shuck-face?" he yelled. "Who are you? How do you remember some of us when you got out of the Box?" he continues yelling.

"Well, I-" I stuttered. "I don't know," I said as I looked at him in horror. "I only knew the Box. I heard someone told a group of men to throw me into a Box. And then I came here. How I know some of you, I can't explain," I explained with a hurt look on my face.

Alby sarcastically laughed. "Don't lie to me, Greanbean. There's something about you, I know," Alby spat.

"Well, I don't know," I repeated the same exact word, as I didn't know what else to say or what else to explain. I really didn't know.

"You little-" Alby took a step forward, intended to lurch his big body towards me. I, along with Teresa and the chubby boy, gasped in surprise with his sudden rage and stared at him wide-eyed. But fortunately, Newt made a quick move by hugging Alby.

"Calm down, Alby," he whispered into Alby's ear. "Give her time."

Alby tried to free himself, but Newt's hug was quite a tight one despite that he's leaner than Alby. "No!" Alby yelled through his greeted teeth. He glared at me with his hawk eyes. "I want to know! Right now! Tell me!"

I opened my mouth to defend myself when Teresa beat me and spoke first. "Newt's right, Alby. Give her time. She just got here and with you acting like you have no brain is just scaring her."

"Yeah," I heard the chubby boy agreed as I silently nodded my head.

Alby had calmed, but his sharp, big eyes were still trained on me. Newt's arms were still around his body. "Fine!" Alby reluctantly agreed. He forced Newt to let him go, before he stormed out of the room.

I let out a sigh of a relief. "Why does he hate me so much?" I asked as I rolled my eyes at Teresa for my annoyance towards Alby.

Teresa shrugged her shoulders, about to open her mouth and speak up when a snort erupted.

"You sound really like Thomas when you wonder why Alby hated you so much," Newt said.