Diary

Jokes, jokes that's the only thing Genevieve could count this as, she has been in this place for the past four days and the only thing Clair deemed herself to say is She thought this was hide and seek, so the fact that she was the one who locked her up was not necessary, assuming she managed to break free from this, what other story will Clair make up?.

"You left me here you know, and it's not hide and seek" Genevieve made to say.

"I didn't ask you that, ah, didn't you hear me calling your name, you made mummy scared, how could you have hidden for four days straight,I was devastated" Clair said.

She knows it a futile attempt to talk or reason with this woman, so she just sat there and wait for her to untie her which feels like she has no intention of, Evie watched Clair rant off, it's like she was made for this, so she could only sit and let her talk, having had her own fill of talking she untied Genevieve.

"Up you go, I made you food, so go bath and come eat something and you haven't taken your pills in days" Clair declared before walking out.

Genevieve heaved a sigh of relief before standing up, instantly she lost her footing, she sat back down and tried to Massage her leg a little to be able to walk, but an hour or so later she's still struggling with it, she tried to stand and she managed, using her hands to support herself on the wall, she stood on a shaky legs, her hands on the wall was even giving her another round of pain, she bear with it until she got to her room.

On arriving at the basement room, Genevieve stripped off her clothes and went into the other corner of the room, which housed the bathroom, she sat on the ground because she couldn't put a lot of weight on her legs yet, so she sat there and poured a little bit of water on herself to test if she'll feel uncomfortable, but as fate might be smiling on her, the water helped cool down her body, soaking in the water for more minutes she finally started scrubbing off the blood, while making sure to not upset her wounds in the process, she spent thirty minutes on her legs before moving to her hands, when she raised her left hand to meet her eye, she felt nauseated, she looked at the bathroom closely, searching for a sharp object, then she saw a broken glass at the back of the closet, she picked it up and tore a piece of her cloth off, then shovedm it in her mouth before spraying her hand back on the ground, taking a deep breath, she placed the broken glass on her small pinky finger, then painfully cut it off, while giving a muffled scream, the clothe really helped her well because there were tears brimming at her.

Taking another second to gather herself, she raised her head to face the wooden ceiling, she sucked her tears back in, removed the clothes stuffed in her mouth she took another deep breath before flushing away the finger and proceeds to bathing again, her finger was bleeding too much, so she picked another strip from the torn off cloth and tying it, she then stepped out of there and saw another dress sitting on the worn bed, it was identical, if she wasn't looking at her former one on the ground there torn to shreds she'd think it was this. She decided to go look at the wooden board like thing in the other corner of the room, she's never gotten even a bit closer to it before, and when she opened it she was met with tons and tons of this same identical clothing.

She felt uneasy, everything looks the same, the pattern and all, no slight difference, it all look like it was all duplicated when the first one was made. Heaving another sigh, she got dressed tied her hand with another strip of clothing, for the former one had turned red.

After she was done preparing, she knocked slightly on the door, not a minute later she heard the sound of footsteps, with the sound of door lock opening, and Clair bright and wrinkled face turned to her, instantly a bright smile stretched on her lips. Clair led her to the dinning room as usual and sat her down like before, then served her a meat and potato soup, with bread.

Genevieve picked up her food and proceeds to eat, her head lowered like she was going to turn her head into the soup if she hears a tiny sound. Halfway through eating, Genevieve raised her tiny left hand and showed it to Clair.

"I need something to disinfect it with, it's gonna get infected" Evie said while not raising her head.

Clair stared at her for some minutes with a strange expression before saying, "I'll get you the first aid kit" .

Genevieve wasn't surprised even tho she wasn't expecting that Clair would tell her to figure it out herself.

Hm-, said Genevieve before going back to eating her food. Then she remembered the other thing she wanted to ask Clair, she peered at the woman before lowering her head back, Clair oblivious to the little girl's wondering kept eating, when it looks like dinner was going to end soon, Evie mustered up the courage and voiced out.

"I want a book, like a form of diary" she said like it was something casual.

"To draft another plan? And layout of the house or the whole forest!" Clair started.

Genevieve couldn't believe her ears but she had to remain calm, "how can I draft another plan with what happened three days ago" again like she wasn't the least bit concerned, she talks like a fourteen year old.

"You've seen enough of the woods, you might want to draft them down, and you didn't listen when I said not to go out, I don't trust you not to" Clair said having no intentions of listening anymore.

But Genevieve refused to yield, "I love drawing, I usually keep all my drawing books in mom–, I mean in the play room, I just want to draw something's that comes to my head and pin them in my playroom, so I don't get bored, and I can have something to do other than play with toys" Genevieve said, her first long sentence since she came here "and am not a kid anymore I can't mess with toys" she added the last bit in a whisper.

"Well I'll grant you the book, and I'll check it every two days, and you're still a kid, you're just seven" Clair said standing up to go fetch the first aid kit.

Oh so you know am a seven year old, yet you make me suffer that much? Genevieve couldn't help the thought from forming.

Clair returned with the diary, it has a pink cover, Genevieve wondered where she got it from, because the book was so pretty, it looks like the only thing that has color in this house, she took the kit from her and set them off on the table, Clair packed their dinner plate and moved into the kitchen while Genevieve fixes her hand.