Pills

Immediately the words left her mouth she felt uneasy, like extra uneasy raising her head she saw them both staring at her, throwing her a murderous glance, and after she schooled her expression like that never passed her face.

"What do you mean Steph Hun? Mummy made it specifically for you! Hm?" The woman said giving her death stare while still giving a smile that doesn't reach her eyes, the two combined gives her the creep.

"You…you are not… not..m…not my mum, and my name's not Steph" Genevieve stuttered, tears streaming down her eyes.

"Stop crying darling" the woman cooed.

"Hm.. where's um.. where's my sister? I heard her.." she breathes heavily, trying to make her voice sound clearer "I heard her voice while I was asleep, is she…umm..is she.. okay?".

"How do you think I made you dinner" she bellowed.

Genevieve didn't know what got her angry, she raised her head and looked at the woman impersonating as her mother, then what she said clicked in, she said something about how do you think I made you dinner? What does that mean? Genevieve thought then her eyes went wide in surprise.

Another round of tears streaming down her eyes "Do you… mean…hic this is Mimi?" She sobbed.

Now she realized she really did see the manicured nails, the paint in the nails seems to have fade because of the cooking, then the reality of the food she was about to eat really hit her like another car crash. She was about to eat her own fucking sister, turning to the two couples, she shake her head wildly, she heard the sound of someone muttering and whimpering and realized the sound is coming from her.

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no.

She kept chanting.

It's all just a dream, mummy is still packing for my birthday.

The little poor girl who haven't so much as suffered like this before have become someone even she doesn't recognize, she was only six, I guess she could say seven, because today is her birthday then, and she almost ate her own sister for her birthday.

She turned to the woman speaking to her about some drugs, raising her head she was met with a cup of some liquid and an outstretched hand holding a pill to her face.

"You should hurry and forget my darling, mommy doesn't want you to remember them hm, go on take the pill" she urged Genevieve.

"What's the pill for?" Genevieve asked her voice becoming clearer.

Seems she's had her own share of crying.

"Forgetting pill" she waved like it's nothing important or that matters "go on swallow it, you're my daughter now, so you'll behave like one"

Genevieve refused to take it, she looked to her front and met the face of the woman's husband, he seems awfully quiet, and way too calm, he doesn't look like….mm he could talk much.

"Am not taking it, I don't want to forget anything" she threw the pill beside the woman's hand on the table.

"I must not remind you twice VieVie"

She knows, she knows her name, and the nickname her mum uses for her.

But Genevieve refused to take it, she refused to use the pill and just sat there, and like fate was turning on her, the woman expression changed sharply, she faced Evie with a furious glare.

Grabbing her by her hair she banged it on the table.

"AAHHHHHH" Genevieve let out a scream, using her hand to touch her face, her hands came out really bloody, she might have lost three cups of blood right now.

After, like she was possessed she quickly started wiping Genevieve head and singing a song.The song bringing tears to her eyes, she so badly wanna scurry away from the woman's hold and make her stop singing.

She picked up the pills and without waiting she shoved it into Evie's mouth and used her fingers to push it into her throat before also shoving the weird liquid down her throat.

"OMG baby, you know mommy loves you, so you have to listen, and take your pills when mom says to OKEY?" The woman urged, patting Evie on the head and not behaving like she never shoved her head down the table.

"What's your name?" Hic she managed to ask the woman in between her cries, she guess she's learning not to cry anymore today, it's futile.

"Oh VieVie" stop with this nickname please she begged "it's mom to you, but Incase you're curious mommy is called Clair" Clair stated.

Genevieve couldn't say anything not because she didn't want to but she seems to have no right to speech anymore. She sat quietly after that and didn't bother touching the soup.

"You need to appreciate when you're given something okay, I won't say anything again, but another time you must eat or I won't give you anything if you don't eat what I tend to provide honey" Clair started.

Genevieve didn't make any sound of acknowledgement, and acted deaf but she definitely was hungry but she wasn't about to eat her sister, she felt an headache coming thinking about the nails she saw 'her sister nails', she couldn't help the fresh set of tears streaming down again.

Almost thirty minutes later, when Clair seems to have get her own feel of bones she finally gave Genevieve a glance then standing up she dragged her by her shoulders down the basement and threw her on the ground, without bothering to help her take care of the blood and wound she inflicted on Evie. She turned on her heels and left, and the seven year old Genevieve just had to sit there and stare out the window, coming closer she realized it wasn't a window but a screen showing the sun, and it doesn't seem to be current weather because it's like 9pm now, ah! Am a prisoner and doesn't have the right to the sun.

Genevieve went to bed crying, she felt like she was so fooled earlier when she woke up that she thought it was the freaking evening sun.

Waking up to the same evening sun, she was so tired of it, Clair haven't come down to take her, and it's the afternoon of the second day, she feel hungry but doesn't want to eat anything Clair have to provide, she got up from bed and went to the other corner of the room that looks like the bathroom, opening the door she was met with a tiny space, doesn't look like a toilet or a bathroom one bit, there was a bucket of water there and a scrub with nothing else, no soap or any scented oils she was used to. The walls were peeling and the wooden ground were almost loosing it's color and form, she set out to wash herself when Clair finally came down.

She looked at Genevieve up and down before hissing and making her way out, while leaving only one sentence behind.

"Eat or not, it's on the table"

Table!? Genevieve thought.

She finished batting and went inside to see what Clair cooked up, inside the little bowl or plate, was a black liquid kind with potatoes and hint of tomatoes and spring onions, Genevieve wanted to have another crying fit but felt like it wasn't worth it at all, crying won't get her anywhere but will drain her energy and not Clair's.

And the Little pill from yesterday sitting down beside a cup of the same black liquid from yesterday's dinner. She swallowed hard before picking the bowl and taking a bite, there was no spoon she had to drink directly from the bowl, immediately the liquid entered her throat she had a coughing fit and felt helpless.

Ten minutes after she was done eating like on cue Clair came it, "Come now honey, it's time to play, mummy will sing a song for you and help make your hair"

Clair led her up from where she was, which basically was the basement, ah! She couldn't even get a proper room. She took her to what looks like a child's room, looking at it, it looks like they were expecting a child hm, Clair sat down on the chair and pulled Evie with her, she brought out a blade and started singing the weird song she sang during dinner.

"I thought you were going to comb my hair?" Genevieve asked her face twisting in pain.

"Oh I am, but blades feels better" Clair stated.

Genevieve didn't know why they needed a blade for combing her, but she soon realized when a chunk of hair and what sort of look like her own blood dropped on the ground.