Chapter 7: Thoughts Circling

SILENCE

The doctor stands up once again, and makes his way out the door. The two girls left in silent sobs, Victoria and Samantha, stay behind as he makes his way back to his quarters, not a single word uttered and not turning even the slightest glance back at them. Adam Roscoe leaves.

Time seems to fly by and the night falls steadfast. The remaining guests - Adam Roscoe and Victoria Hughes - make their way to the dining area once again where the young maid, Samantha, whose cheeks have been flushed to a painful colour of crimson pink and have been dampened by the phantom tears still seemingly threatening to fall from her eyes, had been setting the table with dishes steaming hot as the heavy aroma of the perfectly broiled chicken floats in the air, tickling the noses of the two guests so temptingly.

She greets them with a curt little bow and ushers them individually to a place across each other on the table, settling them down for dinner. The guests partake in the meal and Samantha waits them patiently by the table and there it was: something that was all too familiar, with the silence they had bespoken - a feeling, a vibe, lingers in the air. The stench of uneasiness in the midst of all the silence heavily and slowly hovering down over the guests' minds clouding any sort of valid judgement they had for anything at all. No one spoke a word, no one made a sound, they only ate and ate, and munched, and chewed, swallowing every bit of the food they took so menacingly quiet, hardly making it past their throats.

And just like that, dinner had come to an end. Nobody spoke and the two guests head back to their quarters while Samantha stays behind to clean up. Victoria takes a final glance at the young maid's pitiful look sprawled across her face as if her entire world had just shattered, crumbling slowly right in front of her, losing all means to even go on and poor dear Samantha had forgotten what it felt like to feel, what it felt like to love, what it felt like to live. With no one but herself, Samantha had to face the death of her twin all alone in the fine solitude of her mind. Victoria lets out a sigh as the scene in front of her eyes unravels and ultimately, Victoria turns her gaze back and walks head down into her room all too familiar with the feeling of losing someone you had kept so dear and so close to your heart - someone like family. A feeling reflected in the saddened glassy eyes of Samantha as she only continues to clean up after dinner.

You see Victoria had grown up in quite the loving household. She was the only child and therefore grew very close to her parents, but like a candlelight going away after a single gush of wind, so swift, she had lost her parents to a car accident, and like the warm flame losing touch with the candlewick, it disappears into the wind so quickly, light smoke mixing in with the wide atmosphere, and the world continues to turn anyway as if absolutely nothing significant in any terms at all had changed. And for once Victoria knew what it felt like to be truly alone. She was well aware that Samantha had currently been going through a similar phase and so she decided not to pry offering only nothing but a quiet look as she walks off further away from the grand mahogany doors of the dining room.

The moment Victoria had closed the door to her given space, she sits on her bed and begins to think. "Today was quite uneventful." she says to herself. Aside from the cold and quiet loss of Damon Pear and the lack of availability for an autopsy, the negative vibe of his death didn't exactly linger so much as to disrupt any natural feelings. But Victoria was a little bewildered. Instead of being glad that nothing worse had come to fruition, she instead started to feel queasy. It wasn't right that things were going quite better than she expects they should. Nothing too out of the ordinary. It was unsettling, like something bigger was coming.

She began anticipating something scary, something she didn't know of, like a black panther sneaking up closely, low behind the tall grass of the wilderness at night. She knew something pacefully low and mean was creeping up their irenic scene of a ravine. As if the very idea of peace had gotten so alienated in her heart, she had begun hating the feeling of nothing wrong going on. She felt like a commodity was going to happen- no, it had to happen. If no one was going to pull off anything, then she had to take matters into her own hands - whatever it takes to stop the unsettling feeling that was bubbling in her chest. Those were the thoughts racing through Victoria's mind.

Her head was going crazy, going left and right, round and round. Things were too calm and it really didn't sit well with her, but these thoughts were starting to get the best of Victoria and it was what she would do next were she to succumb to these hideous ideas that would be the reason she'll never be able to sleep like a child in the future ever again. She'd be filled with immense regret, so great that she fears nothing worse of an action will ever top it. She agonizes. She is aware of where these thoughts were trying to lead her, of what consequences she might face if she were ever to waver in will and yield to the nasty wants of these temptations. But Victoria was itching to kill.

All these deliberations had caused her to fret. "What am I thinking?" she huffed to herself. She was now quivering on her bed, feet glued on to the cold floor, shaking hands slowly making its way to her trembling lips as she realizes what pejorative remarks she had been making in her brain. It was as if for a bantam amount of time she had almost considered falling into the depths of the dark and evil abyss that was her mind. It was like she wasn't herself for a while, like she had her grip slip past her for a short time that it scared her pale thinking about what she could have done had that time frame of entertaining evil thoughts been prolonged.

Victoria decides she is probably just exhausted from the entirety of ever even being on that damn island, forced to play some death game that barely made even the slightest bit of sense, and so she opts that she probably needs sleep the most right now and that it was probably why her thoughts had wandered over to those dark images of imagination for a while in the first place. "Yes, I'm probably just exhausted."

She gets changed into a night gown without hesitation and carefully undoes her hair. Bobby pins placed messily on top of her head - gone as she pulls them out one by one all ending up in the land of her palms. She opens her bedside drawer to drop them in, but inside she sees a sight so shocking, it erases all trails of sleepiness in her mind. It keeps her at wake and she fights the urge of a sly grin creeping up to play on her lips sloppily, she drops the bobby pins inside, hitting against the cold blade shining with her reflection as if attempting to mock her. A knife in her drawer - that's what it was. But ultimately Victoria shuts it back close, heads to bed and tries her best to drift off to her mind theater she'd like to call 'dreams' hoping things would turn for the better toward the next day.

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