Nauseating

The next few days went by in a blur to Genevieve, it can be said to be the most peaceful two days of her life since she started living here, and she haven't heard any of Clair shouts, no footsteps pounding on the floor or anything, either she forgot about Clair or Clair forgot about her because Clair didn't show up for the next few days which wasn't surprising cause she never showed up for the four days Genevieve was in the torture room.

She did nothing more than write in her diary, half of it was full with her words already, she thought when she gets a diary she'll definitely write about how her life was full of sunshines and rainbows, but no, the first thing she wrote when she locked herself here was things related to Clair, her life since she came to this place, every details nothing missing, at times she wanted to write things related to herself and her family but just doesn't want to, she felt not up to it every time she make up her mind to, she just later felt somewhat weird, so Genevieve just gave up on the next try.

Genevieve started sketching, she drew everyday, and she was happy, drawing has always been her favorite thing to do, she remembered she always use crayons to do that when she was still home, and her mum will glue them to every corner of the house, when she was five and Mimi entered college she was happy, then she made a paper plane and said she'd become an artist when she grow up, Mimi laughed then said that's how every kids is when they're young, they always make that wish about what or what not they want to be in the future and never make it up to it, and now she really did see what Mimi was talking about, if she ever leave here will she still have the mindset? Will she still want to pursue that one dream she wanted? She didn't know and maybe she never will.

Clair said she'll check the diary or book every two days, so Genevieve tore the parts about herself and this place off, then glued them together with the glue she took from the play room, she promised to take a cover tomorrow to protect her mini diary, so Clair won't be sus of anything. Genevieve tore another part of drawing she made, she did like fifteen of those, Clair wouldn't notice any part of the book missing, after she was done, she stood up and went to take another fresh bath, she stared at the bucket of water ready in the bathroom, sometimes she wonder how the water usually get in the toilet, she swear there isn't any form of pipe or tap nor shower in there, only the pipe connected to the closet produces water, so how did she usually go in there and meet water? Another thing she'll never understand in this house. it's the last day of her not so necessary lockdown, she got dressed as usual and ate the last piece of bread she stole from the dinning room the other day, she would have starved if she hadn't taken it.

She wonder how Clair thinks, starve a seven year old? Who does that?.

Resuming her sketching, she drew a girl with a bun on her hair, and her eyes, with pink dress, the girl looks nine in her drawing, dropping the pencil she picked up her highlighter, that's the only thing she has to color the drawing she made, so she colored the girl's hair salt and pepper, with green eyes, Genevieve was satisfied with the result of her drawing, A nine year old girl, with salt and pepper hair packed in a bun and her forest green eyes. Genevieve wrote 'Mala' beside the picture.

"You're Mala now, and you must guide and play with me" Genevieve said laughing with all her teeth.

'i'll put it in my play room later' that's how she sat there for hours waiting for Clair to come fetch her.

And Clair didn't disappoint she came few minutes after.

"Enough now" she called, stretched out her hand to Genevieve "Book!" Genevieve walked up to her and dropped the diary in Clair's hand, "upstairs, time to eat"

Genevieve trudged after Clair, Mark was there sitting already, he glanced at Genevieve once and Genevieve made a vomiting face, and rolled her eyes at him, which went unnoticed by Clair. The clueless woman just sat down at her normal seat, and clueless about what went on between Mark and Evie just a second ago.

She wasn't surprised or expecting less from Clair, when she brought out the pills and as usual, she took it and proceeded to eat.

"I don't want what happened few days ago to repeat itself" Clair stated.

When she received no sound of acknowledgement from either of them, she slapped her hands on the table, creating a loud sound in the process.

"MARK! Am I clear?" She called angrily.

"Yes" Mark he grumbled.

She looked to Genevieve, "VieVie?"

Genevieve didn't know how it was any of her business, she was supposed to receive an apology not to agree to this, wasn't Mark supposed to be the one to swear not to repeat that!?

"Yes" she muttered.

Clair threw her an annoyed look.

"Yes mommy" she swallowed.

After that, Clair went out of the room and into the kitchen, Evie felt an eyes on her and she raised her head and was met face-to-face with Mark, she stared at him, and he stared at her, Evie rolled her eyes and pull out her tongue at him.

Clair came back into the dinning room with a plate of– Genevieve was speechless, she felt disgusted looking at what Clair brought into the dinning room, and on the table.

It was a plate of human—, it was a hand, fresh human hands, still filled with blood, the smell of blood immediately permeates the entire table, Genevieve felt nauseous, she couldn't believe Clair was about to eat a human meat. Oh— she forgot, Clair literally gave her on her first food here, Mimi, thinking about it now, she felt like vomiting.

"What's that?" Evie asked the obvious.

"And what does it look like?" Clair gave her a disgusted look.

"And you can't even boil it? Why do you have to eat it raw? And who is that?!" Genevieve couldn't explain the reason for her outbreak, why she was so angry at this, when it wasn't the first time Clair seems to be eating human meat.