Tainted

Peripeteia

Peripeteia| a sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances; the point of no return
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Ariadne
I've always believed in karma. Those who did bad things had it coming for them. It just made sense for it to be that way. However, I was starting to lose hope completely.

I knew I wasn't the first captive here, nor am I the last. I knew I wasn't about to be the first person whose blood will be on their hands and again, I won't be their last. So, why hadn't karma come for them yet?

I probably sound pathetic, but at this point, I was bored out of my mind. I've been locked up in this room for god knows how long. It felt like months, though I'm sure it's only been about a week. I think.

The only social interaction that I'd gotten was only the one where a maid would come up to bring me food, but she always scurried off within seconds of placing the tray of food on my bed. It was as though she forbidden from spending more than a minute with me.

Jeez. I didn't think Alessio was serious when he said I'd already gotten enough social interaction to last me a week. I guess I was limited to the amount of minutes I could speak to another human being.

There was nothing to do. They didn't even give me a book or anything; I was simply left to fight the demons in my head, which I came to find I had many. Who knew your own mind can work against you sometimes?

For the most part, I either napped or took showers. Many showers to be exact, wanting to scrub away the last few months of my life, but no amount of showers would ever could rid of them.

I avoided looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, but today, I made the decision to look. I saw exactly what I was afraid of: changes. The changes were mostly present in my weight, for it looked like I had already lost a few pounds. No surprise there considering I didn't touch the food given to me. The bags under my eyes were impossible to ignore, and I cringed at the sight.

Back home I had established a skin care routine that I follow religiously, and the fact that I'd gone so long without my routine was nauseating. Mama was always strict about self-care, and I'd say that rubbed off on me from a young age. Therefore, not being able to fulfill my regular care routine really through me off and made me even more miserable. Though I'm sure that was the least of my worries, being that death awaits me.

I shudder at the thought, my body and mind still in denial that my days were limited. I just couldn't seem to wrap my head around the fact that soon I'd fall into darkness.

Ugh.

I stared down at the tray of food that sat on my bed that consisted of cacio e pepe, a traditional Italian dish, and a fruit salad. As good as it looked, and it did, I couldn't bring myself to eat. I only took a few sips from the glass of water sitting on the tray and didn't bother putting anything else in my mouth.

Just as I was about to lay back down on the bed and stare at the ceiling, a common routine of mine, the door knob turns. My heart quickens as I prepare for whoever was standing on the other side of the door. I would have assumed it was the maid coming back for the tray, but that was highly unlikely being that she was just here not too long ago to bring it.

Normally she gave me a while to finish, even though I never did. Just as the door swung open, I see Alessio standing behind it with a bag in his hand.

Oh god, was he going to put me in the bag?

My eyes widened while his only wandered around the room. He probably thought I would have destroyed the place trying to find a way out with the way he was looking at every inch. "You look miserable." He comments as soon as his gaze rested back on me.