Maid to be Mine

Living with the Monster

Seulgi

Irene, was..civil to me? The move here really has done something to her. Instead of blowing things up into a massive fight, she did me a huge favour by giving me a reason to go out, instead of just wandering aimlessly when I have done everything I could in the house. I know her stamina is stretched thin with how much she's dealing with, but I just really didn't come to expect she'd use her brain power to think of stuff for....me. Does she like art too? For someone who is flooded with work, there's really no reason to know where the library or art museum is, unless she saw it on the way here during the move, or someone told her about it....interesting detail....but I shouldn't overthink it, I feel like I'll be on edge at all times being here anyway.

Time skip

Several weeks have passed, and I really have no reason to be on edge, as there is no window where Irene and I need to interact. It doesn't even happen on purpose, she leaves before I even wake up and I do all I want to before she gets home.

My routine roughly at the moment is:
- Workout
- Breakfast and Read an art book that I borrowed from the library
- Watch shows/movies/YouTube videos or play video games
- Either cook with the groceries I bought or go out to a local spot to eat
- Visit a park, museum, lookout point for art inspiration
- Come home and try and sketch or paint something, either on canvas or my iPad
- Dinner whilst watching something
- Rest

Amidst all that, I don't see Irene at all, and I do find this lifestyle very comfortable, and I'm basically getting paid to just live my life essentially.

As I don't want to take advantage of being paid like this, I make subtle efforts to befriend Irene. I leave sticky notes on the kitchen counter or on the fridge, advising her of food I may have cooked or drinks I have bought that she can have.

I thanked her for advising me about the art places nearby and for the encouragement to give it a go. I also left a note that she is welcome to go into my art room and look at the pieces I've worked on so far and to give her opinion. I would text her but her phone is probably busy as it is. This way isn't as easy to ignore too, and comes off less annoying in my opinion.

So far, she hasn't written back or responded in any form, but I do notice she has eaten some food and had a drink or two. It might be because she can't get anything else, but either way I'm at least happy to know she's eating something.

I can also be up at night just because I may have napped during the day so I am struggling to sleep and I can hear Irene come home sometimes, and I try to be quiet so I can listen in. One time, she was crying, probably because of stress. I was in no position to comfort her, so I just hoped she was okay.

The next time I could hear her sighing, and then heard the clacking of her heels coming to my side of the house. I hid under my blanket, but she walked past my room, and I heard her flick the light on to my art room. I was scared she might ruin my art if she was in a bad mood. But no words muttered, just another sigh, a flick to turn off the light, and the sound of her heels slowly passing to the other side of the house.

I still can't read her for who she really might be. I really don't believe that a monster is all she is, especially not after hearing her crying.

I also noticed that the sticky notes go missing after I leave them, and I don't see them in the trash either, so I have no idea what Irene could've done with them.

My daily life took a weird turn one morning however, and it took me a while to register what just happened. I rubbed and blinked my eyes as fast as I could. I still couldn't believe it, so I went to wash my face.

I never thought much of it before, but Irene's house was fairly empty and blank. Not anymore. I don't know how she did this, but I am a deep sleeper. I had five completed art pieces, two drawings and three paintings. All five were displayed throughout the house. Irene framed my drawings before putting them up too.

Did Irene hire someone to do this? Or did she do it herself? She spent money or time, or both, really, to get this done? Is this a way of being nice to me? Is she mocking my art in some weird way? Does she actually like my art? I am so lost as to what this action means. She gave up energy and sleep to do this for me? Or is there an underlying selfish reason I'm not seeing here?

Either way, that was the first form of change, or form of communication in my daily life, and my 'friendship' with Irene since moving here.

Who are you Monster Bae?