The Girl in Cabin 13

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I slide to the edge of the couch cushion and lean forward. My elbows resting on my thighs, I clasp my hands and force myself to maintain eye contact with the crystal blue gaze in front of me. Those shouldn’t be the eyes of the man sitting in the stiff-backed chair. He’s less than two feet across from the sagging brown and beige plaid couch where I’m perched. Less than two feet and dingy green shag carpeting separate me from hands I know in my gut are soaked in blood. Clear, wide blue eyes like that shouldn’t have seen the things this man has done.

It’s a struggle not to let my expression give away any of the thoughts or emotions swirling in my brain. I can’t let on anything. The men on either side of me are calm and collected; their faces almost blank. They’re hearing the same things I am, but it’s not having the same effect. The words hit me like bullets, searing through my skin, and burning the edges of my mind until I only see red. It’s only worse that I know they’re lies. At the very least, he’s not telling the whole truth.

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