Tribulations: Interview 1

SUBJECT #7: FATIN JADMANI

Note: For this transcript and others in the DAWN OF EVE trial case folder, the use of "P" indicates Participant, "Y" indicates Dean Young, and "F" indicates Daniel Faber.

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Audio Recorded: 1 August 2022, 11:30AM

Transcribed: 2 August 2022

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F: Good morning, Fatin. Did you sleep well?

P: I thought I would, but I didn't. As pretentious as it sounds, the mattress was too fucking soft. Felt like I was sinking all night. I hate to say it, but I missed my bamboo cot.

F: I'm sorry to hear that. We'll see about getting it fixed.

P: What's the point? You've already contacted my parents to pick me up.

Y: Yes, earlier this morning. However, it'll take them some time to get here and in the meantime we'd like to conduct interviews of all the victims involved in the crash.

P: So what you're saying is, I'm stuck here for the foreseeable future.

F: I'm afraid so.

P: [sighs] Great.

Y: In the interest of streamlining this process as much as possible, let's get right to it, shall we?

P: I mean, it's not like I have a say in the matter, but sure. Why not?

F: Before we begin, do you need anything? A drink?

P: Only if it's alcoholic. [pause] That was a joke.

Y: We have water.

F: There's a vending machine with soda outside, but we could also have something delivered for you.

P: In that case, I'll take a red bull and a pack of chewing gum. I'm fucking exhausted.

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Fatin doesn't sleep. She can't, and it's not just because of the absence of her usual nightly routine (curling up on a bamboo cot next to Dorothy, kicking her until she stops snoring). How the hell is she supposed to relax when she hasn't seen anyone since the medical ward hours ago?

She'd been the last one to be treated, letting her friends go before her out of equal parts concern and wariness. The agents hadn't made any overtly suspicious moves, but they refused to let the girls see each other until they were all interviewed.

And sure, she had eaten a full dinner tonight. She was provided with clean clothes, a shower, a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, take that Martha. She had a bed to sleep in for the first time in fifty days. But none of that mattered when she had no idea how her girls were doing.

To make matters worse, the pink journal had been confiscated as evidence along with all of her other belongings. So not only did she have fuck all to do, but all of Nora's notes are gone. She's fucking pissed, not so much for herself, but for her girls.

For Shelby, who hurt herself out of misdirected, self-inflicted guilt. For Rachel, who lost a hand and a sister. For Martha, who receded into herself, her peace of mind shattered by the blood on her hands. For Toni, who nearly lost her best friend forever. For Dot, who deserved a break for once in her goddamn life. For Leah, who drove herself almost to the brink of death searching for answers. For those who didn't yet know the truth but deserved to hear it all the same.

Fatin sits upright on the bed and ties off her braid. She finds the surveillance camera in the corner of the room and gives it a long, hard look. She knows one thing for certain.