Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 37 - Go ahead

Vivian's POV:

It has been fifteen minutes since Peggy escorted me to my room, yet I still find myself tossing and turning about. My mind has bluntly rejected my wailing plea to sleep. If it were as smart as one would think, it would know the more sleep I get, the healthier it becomes, in an all rounded sense. 

I can feel that my eyes are heavy, apparently are my thoughts heavier. One final rotation lands me on my back. My eyes flutter open as a dreadful sigh escapes my mouth and I decide to stare up at the drab of a ceiling. 

"What exactly are you doing?" mystery man questions.

My eyes find themselves traveling to the characterless camera in the corner of my bedroom before they draggingly drift back towards the ceiling. 

"Trying sleep, but my brain won't stop talking to itself." 

A questioning 'Uhmmm' can be heard around the room and I decide to ignore it. If I can't bring myself to sleep when it's needed most, then I might as well take a shower since there was no time this morning. I climb out of bed, head towards the closet and grab a few items of clothing.

"I strongly doubt that you'll find sleep in your closet," mystery man voices through his chuckles. 

So now he finds my frustrated state amusing. How splendid. An eye roll is all I'm able to muster as commenting on his statement seems pointless. Once I have what I require, I head to the bathroom.

"I want to ask you something and don't be sarcastic about it. A simple yes or no would do just fine," he asks in one breath. 

His sudden authoritative tone catches me by surprise, but I'm quick to shake it off before he notices. Heaven alone knows I don't need him believing he has some authoritative power over me. "Yeah sure. Go ahead," I reply shortly after while placing the clothing on the toilet lid.

"I said a simple yes or no would do and that wasn't either of them." he raises his voice and I rotate to stare directly into the camera. 

"I gave you an answer, didn't I? Take what you get or get nothing at all." I end off as I turn back around. I remember Marcus telling me those exact same words not too long ago.

A sigh can be heard before a mumble about me being difficult. I shrug it off and start to remove my clothing after turning on the taps. "Do you p-" he begins, but I quickly cut him off. I cannot have him questioning me when I'm trying to rid myself of dirt. I know that he will always be there watching me like a hawk since it's his apparent job. But my shower time is my me time.

Do not disturb me.

"Could we perhaps continue this once I'm done? I prefer you not to speak to me when I'm in the shower. It just reminds me that some random person is watching me while I'm naked and that's far from a comfortable thought." I try to reason as I stop peeling my clothing from my body.

"You do know that I'm allowed to speak to whoever I want, whenever I want. You honestly don't have a say in the matter." he retorts. 

In all fairness, I expected a resenting reply from him. So his response doesn't bungle me at all. Although, a part of me had hoped that he'd be a bit humane about the situation.

"I had a feeling you'd say that." I reply, "Next time I'll keep my ruminations to myself." With that said I continue to remove my clothing.

"Why do you have to be so different?" I faintly hear him say. Utter confusion warps itself onto my face and for the life of me, I cannot understand his question. How am I different? And from who? Or did he mean to say difficult instead of different?