Housefull

Chapter 7

Okay. In this chapter, there are mentions of selfharm, eating disorders, rape so yeah--- if you don't like that stuff, don't read this.

Genevieve.

I let Dallas off his lead and I hear the patter of his paws as he runs to his water bowl. Kicking off my shoes, I yell: "βλάκας!" Meaning idiots in Greek. I spend my spare time learning curse words in languages so that no one knows that I mean. Once again, I rush to lounge on the couch, only to find that all the seats are taken. Oh yeah.. I forgot: I called a meeting to take place when I got back. Taking a deep breath, I stand in front of all of them.

"I think I owe some-- most of you -- a confession. Some people, that are present right now, know about what I'm about to tell you. I was one of the first people in this house, along with Edward and Josh; I am also one of the people that work to pay the rent on this place. So I feel like, as one of the oldest members of the house, everyone should know why I act off or why I skip my meals or why I ignore people when I need them the most. To my best friend, Skye, I'm sorry I didn't tell you this." I pause for a moment to collect myself before beginning the story. I'm silent for a few moments more; I've kept this a secret for so long, I don't know how to put it into words. "I'll tell you this once and never again, I lie all time. People may see me as the happy go-lucky girl that is happy all the time and that's how I want people to view me.

"Sometimes, I guess, I am like that but there's still a truth there that everyone is blind to. Before I tell anyone anything, I want you to know that my conditions are not my fault, as cliché as it seems. This is where my true confessions begin. When I was around 7 years old, I had a sister who was a year younger than me. I can't remember exactly what happened and my parents refuse to speak about it but I've been lead to believe that we were crossing a road and she wasn't holding anyone's hand; she fell over and we continued walking. It was a blur from that point on and a supposedly drunk driver ran a red light and hit her. She didn't make it through the night and I can't help that think that this world in unfair; that she was supposed to live longer than she did.

" At the age of 13, when my mother and father decided that I needed to be better than I could be, I was diagnosed with Clinical Depression: meaning that it will never go away. It will always be there to haunt me like a rain cloud over my head to taint my mind into things that I never wanted. This is one of the reasons I have to take my medication. The other reason is that I have bad insomnia, for which reason is still unknown to me, and it makes me tired as well as that it makes me hungry. 

"By the age of 14, I had a eating disorder that still exists to this day. I only eat enough to make sure people don't notice my struggle because who would want the burden of knowing someone was starving themselves right under your nose?" I use my hands to emphasise my words, sometimes pulling my hair out of my eyes. "The big twist in my story was on my 15th birthday when I was walking home from my friends house at night when I was raped. This event triggered my pregnancy; 5 months in, I lost the baby when my mother threw me to the ground is disgrace. The following months were the hardest, it was when my anxiety levels increased and suicidal thoughts swarmed my brain. I made a list of ways to die, listing the pros and cons, trying to find the most painful. Eventually, I just settled for an overdose. I mean, I could just collect my antidepressants and take them. And I did. I flatlined for a few minutes but the doctors managed to resurrect me. I was a living miracle. When I was 16, my parents threw me out and I found this house. At this time, I had started to get a crush on my childhood friend, Edward." 

I try to mumble the name but who knows if he heard? "Time went on and everything continued as it was until my parents decided to get a divorce. They've always been open with me that I was only born to save the marriage and I guess now, my purpose has no meaning to them, apart from being their only daughter. Today, I stand at 18 years old with more experience that I've ever wanted. I am content with my life. My depression and issues still loom on the horizon but for now I can smile and keep living." I finish and I choke up, knowing that an endless well of tears is trying to embed itself in my eyes.

 When I realise that tears are already falling down my cheeks, I look down, trying to hide my face in my hands. Everyone is speechless.  "I'm sorry.." The words escape my lips as a hoarse whisper. Why does everything I do end in me in tears? I feel the stares of everyone, burning holes in my body. Sobs begin to wrack my body and I attempt to stop them yet I still get shivers down my spine.

I wish someone would say something, anything. I can feel a rush of sadness and I know this is going to end in an anxiety attack. Think! I tell myself and I focus on the good things, all of the great things and after what seemed like hours, I wipe away my tears and look up. I controlled the attack. It isn't long before I register everyone gathering around me to hug me and I gladly go into their arms.

Written By Danni :)

If anyone was wondering, this has always been Gen's fate because I used her character for something else :3