Pink and Purple: weird

Clair didn't know what got the little girl angry, they both stared at each other after Genevieve little outburst.

"You don't raise your voice at me!" Clair said slapping her hand on the napkin on the table.

"Am not raising my voice at you, am just asking a question" she said stubbornly, but she didn't know why she raised her voice either.

"What I do is not of concern to you, you just have to eat and do as I say, don't question me" she stated leaving no room for argument.

That did shut Genevieve up, she wasn't ready for another punishment whatsoever, the ones on her body haven't healed much, and she just came out of a lockdown and haven't had a good food to eat, so she wasn't ready to go back to being grounded. She sighed and proceeded with her food.

After dinner she looked up at the woman wiping blood from her mouth, she felt uneasy, but didn't voice it out anymore.

"My diary?" She asked.

Clair threw her a glance before going back to eating, like she didn't hear the girl. But a minute later she replied:

"Why is it small? Did you tear off some parts and hide it?" Clair said while giving Genevieve an intense look.

"I didn't tear it off intentionally, I drew some parts and had to tear them off because it was bad, and I couldn't leave it there and not tear it because it'll make other drawings look ugly" She rants off.

"Go bring it"

Like she knew this will happen, she stood up from her seat and walker silently back to her room, she took out all the pieces she tore off, and the ones she hid under the bed, suming them up, it adds up to a total of twenty five, she first did fifteen then, but then thought Clair might not buy it so she did ten more and hope it's enough.

Climbing back the stairs up again, she spent a total of ten minutes in climbing, five to climb down and five to climb up, apart from the little minutes she used in gathering up all her papers.

She got back into the dinning room and the table was cleared of plates, no sign of eating happening there some minutes ago, she presented her torn off papers to Clair and took her sit. Clair looked at all the papers still having her doubt but she still nodded and gave the diary to her.

"Can I have one more? Like personal?" Making another demand.

But Clair just looked at her like she's insane, she got the first one, now she wants another, she didn't even try not to be suspicious.

"You think because I gave you the first one, you feel entitled enough to ask for another?" She asked in disbelief "And personal?"

"Is there a crime in there? To have something personal and private?" She shot back

"You don't talk back at me, just know if you ever run off fingers are gone".

Genevieve wasn't surprised by her threat, she got accustomed to it already, and she wasn't planning on running, she's seen the entire forest, if she was to run it'll have to be for like two months before she sees the outside world or road and she wasn't about to put herself into more suffering, she's seen enough in this house already and wasn't about to find out if Clair had another hidden torture room, she'll pass on that one, she wasn't ready to check out another to do list of someone that says "find and get tortured in two different torture rooms" no never, but she wondered how far her mom must have driven for them to get here, and how far Clair's house was from where they had the accident.

She nodded to what Clair said, and waited for her to come with the book, Clair returned later with two similar books, but the new one was purple in color, she almost laughed, first was pink and now purple? She wondered where Clair got this books, everything was sparkly, contrary to this dull house, everything was pale, Genevieve has never been found of bright colors but still, this house is too pale.

Moreover isn't Clair pale also, she then thought they both fit, and she wished to never be as pale as THAT.

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After dinner, Clair told her to go back but she said she wanted to play a little, she didn't object and just rolled her eyes before going down to the backyard, she doesn't understand how this woman could be bitter every single day.

Clearing the thought of Clair from her head she went into the playroom and just proceeded with what she wanted. She brought out the picture she drew and started searching for glue. She opened the drawer she saw the highlighters and pencils, and wow she didn't expect to actually see a glue there, everything that has to do with school seems to be in here, there was even an extra book, then she knew this was where Clair gets those books, everything varies from pink to purple, pink to purple and so on, no other colors were mixed, even the pencils were either pink or purple. Only one highlighters were spared from this, they each have their own shades so they didn't fit in with the color palette of this room, walls were pink, the rug was purple, everything else was shining in this room, she didn't pay much attention to the room before even tho she's been coming for the past few weeks, everytime she came unwillingly but now she was looking at everything and touching them, if they ever tell her this room was in this house she would have denied it, opening the door and staring outside, it was so different, the main house looks like it was about to fall off and the color was so gray and dark it looks creepy, but this one looks so cute and all, Genevieve couldn't help but shiver.

Clair was really mad.

She brushed it off and went back to pick her glue before applying it on the drawing before putting it on the wall, she tore more paper off from the diary and glued it also on the wall. She vowed she'll make this little play room home, and turn it into something she'll enjoy.

She then started on name design, she started with Mala, the name of her new friend, she did everything in silence, not making any sound she finished within ten minutes, with the name painted all shades of color, she glued it on the wall also, then stood up, she stared at herself in the mirror before sketchinh it down, she drew herself then put it on the wall, she doesn't look like the Genevieve she remembered. She smiled, creepy smile, she faced the mirror then use her finger to scratch down her face to her neck, she felt like she was going insane but the only thing she did was smile and smile and smile.

The drawing of herself she made, she did another thing on it, she drew a clown at her back like the clown was smiling down on her, with a pink balloon in his hand, she doesn't look terrified in he drawing she look more like she was devoid of emotions while the clown towered over her, she raised her head back to the mirror before putting up the picture at the back of her head and smiled again. Clair has created an obedient child.