I sit on my small bunk, thinking about my life. My boyfriend, that I left at home, would be devastated. My family would search for me. But they'd never find me. I knew this because there were 7 other girls with me in this cabin, deep in the woods, that had been stolen from their lives and placed here. We were locked in from the outside, with only three small blacked out windows. I was fortunate to have my bunk by one of them. The walls are a dreary blue, mocking my tears. The air is a still cold, there is no heat and I have no blankets. I sit in my prom dress, which is now unrecognizable, and shiver. The other girls haven't talked to me yet, but they are giving me morbid, blank stares . I wonder how long they've been here.
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Cabin in the Woods
Teen Fiction12 months. 8 girls. 2 cabins. And a mysterious captor.