Cabin 13 ~Book 1~

6

It was a good hour later when I stepped out of the office, and kids were beginning to file out of the mess hall in small crowds. My mind barely noticed when I bumped into someone on my way out- who shot me a glare of course- and I automatically apologized, which usually doesn't happen. Typically, I pull out one of the many sarcastic remarks living in my head, just dying to come out.

I'd mostly spent my time in the office looking up more stories about Jesse's investigation and had come up blank. Whatever had happened back then, no one else knew anything except that Brandon Faye had died days before the trial. It was all repetitive and finally I'd sighed and given up, clearing the history and walking out.

Now, as my mind raced with all the new information and the new arrival of questions, I tried to clear my mind. As I watched people pass me by, I started to count them.

1... 2... 3, 4, 5, 6... 7, 8... 9... I reached about twenty before I finally reached the lake and planted myself onto the dock, looking out at the water. I took my shoes off and let my feet dip into the cool water, almost like I was just washing away everything I'd read. It was quiet, and I was completely alone.

It was only my second day here, and so far I've met a guy who could possibly be a psychopath who needed years of anger management and a possibly crazy twenty year old who might commit murder just to be with a guy. What kind of place was this? Where did these people even come from? I suddenly didn't feel as badass, compared to what other people were doing around here.

What really happened with that investigation? One of the many questions popped into my head, and my focus was back to that again. Why did he do it? My mind asked.

I started thinking of some reasons. Maybe the guy had been a threat. Maybe he was a sociopath. Maybe he had some kind of mental disorder. Maybe it was just a complete accident.

Or maybe he just wanted to. Maybe he likes hurting others. My mind- the darker part of it all- whispered.
I shuddered as I imagined him smiling while beating up the kid to a bloody pulp and instantly shoved the image out of my mind. Even I couldn't handle something that creepy.
Someone tsked from behind me, and I jumped up. My feet, being wet, nearly caused me to slip and fall into the water until the person stepped forward to me, grabbed my hand, and steadied me- pulling me closer to him.

I was just about to yank my arm away when I looked into his green eyes. I was mesmerized, and couldn't look away. We were only a few inches apart, and I could smelleverything. My mind went blank at the sensory overload.

This guy couldn't possibly be involved in something so dangerous. The thought flashed through, and that jolted me out of my haze. I gasped out and jerked away from him, luckily far enough from the edge of the dock to not risk falling in again. He blinked, like he too had been in that haze but recovered quickly and smirked.

"I hope you took my warning earlier." He said, that same tone back. It was just as bad as that smirk.

I shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not." I said, walking past him.

He grabbed my arm to stop me. "Sydney... you'd be better off taking my advice."

"And you'd be better off letting go of me." I said, my own threat in my voice.

We stood like that for a few more minutes, just staring at each other. Actually, he was staring, while I was glaring at him. Finally, he let me go and I pushed past him once more.

From now on, I'm just going to stay away from Jesse. I thought, as I made my way back to my cabin.