Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 13 - Today is not your day

I wake up to the sound of banging on my room door. Day three, I remind myself as I slowly turn around to face the door. It opens and in the doorway is the person I least want to see right now.

Steven.

He's the one who caused all my bruises. He could have prevented each and every single one of them, but he didn't. He either watched from the sidelines or inflicted the injuries himself. Every muscle in my body is aching and I distinctively remember yesterday's incidents. Each and every one of them.

The panic attack I had the morning and Peggy came to help to my rescue. Ironic as how not long after that in the evaluation room she was torturing me. Not intentionally I guess, she did say that she was just doing her job.

Steven throwing me to the ground, twice, smacking me across the face, pushing me into a wall with such force I became paralyzed. Bumping into Frank and Steven deciding to let me fall to the ground instead of catching me, plus making me pick myself back up.

Him 'accidentally' slamming me into another freaking wall. Then trying to drown me, twice. My feet deciding to add more to my collection of injuries, by causing me to trip on the stairs. But that's when my body had enough and Steven had no choice but to lift me from the ground.

And that's only the physical pain.

I have mental stability issues and emotional pain as well. I've been violated. Kissed my dignity goodbye countless times. I haven't recovered or properly dealt with my breakup with Nick. My heart aches to see my parents again.

I have conversations with the little voice in my head, I even named the thing Jessica. In a way, I don't mind that I did. It's like I have a part of her, like she's with me, keeping me sane while everything around me drives me insane.

"What!?" I snap at him, visibly frustrated that he woke me up from my peaceful slumber.

He simply stares at me, raising one eyebrow with an expression of 'what the fuck do you think'. I roll my eyes so far back, I swear I saw Jessica somewhere in there.

"What time is it?" I ask after letting out a deep sigh. "Time to get your shit together," he responds leaning against the wall opposite the door.

I decide to ignore him and stretch out my aching limbs. A short painful cry escapes me halfway through my stretch when my back cracks and shoulder pop simultaneously.

"What's wrong with you?" he asks as if yesterday never even happened.

"I don't know what makes you so stupid, but it really works... Have you considered suing your brain for nonsupport?" I spit at him as I force myself up from the bed.

"That water was supposed to put out the fire in you, not allow it to spread. Guess I stopped too soon..." he says as his thoughts drift off into the distance. I roll my eyes and stand up straight, trying to push back the numbing aches throughout my body. I take the time straightening out my pj's while adjusting to my new standing position.

"Why are you still standing there?" he asks as his eyes shift back to me. "Peggy is waiting on you... You're always so fucking slow." He mumbles the last line. Not that he cares if I hear him or not, but he says it more to himself.

"Well, it's pretty obvious, don't you think? Actually, nevermind, it's a rhetorical question and you actually require a working brain for that." I say as I turn around to walk to the closet.

Damn girl! What has gotten into you? Steven's barely provoking you and you're already clawing his face off. Good morning to you too Jessica.