Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 48 - One condition

Vivian's POV:

Ever felt so hopelessly trapped in your own skin, that the mere thought of existing pains.

Well, that's exactly how I feel at this particular moment. I'm allowed no movement. No stretch of my aching legs, no flexing my flimsy arms. Nothing. I simply remain laying in this bed; breathing, thinking, consumed by my emotions. Being alone in this room with my feelings is the absolute worst. I have nowhere to run, no one to turn to. They're here, dancing in my mind, taunting my thoughts and all I can do is handle them with a delicate touch. At least as delicate as I am mentally able to. 

"Do you remember a while back I wanted to ask you something?" a disembodied voice announces. But of course, me being caught up in my own little world of thought pay very little attention to it. Unintentionally that is.

Who the fuck-... not now Jess.

I have come to learn a very valuable lesson in life. Only a few people truly care. The rest are just curious. So what on God's green earth, ravaged by man's doing, were Steven's intentions when he came to see me? If I'd known any better, I'm pretty sure he'd be the first one to celebrate my tormenting ordeal. So why the act of good will, of thoughtfulness, gentleness, and understanding. It baffles my perspective on him. 

Maybe I shouldn't over-analyze the situation. What good could I possibly obtain from doing so in any case? I guess it's time to snap back to a racking reality. As my head refuses to contribute a rotary motion, my eyeballs drift from one corner to the next trying to locate the source. A minuscule realization soon hits me as I am made aware of the camera in my room.

It's just 'mystery man'... I soon inform her. 

You aren't seriously going to call him that are you?... Jess queries. To which I have to admit, now that I think about it, it's a rather important question. 

Of course not. Either he tells me his name, or I pick one of my own... I respond and soon realize that another awaits my response.

"Y-yeah," I breathe out. 

Well I mean, I guess I remember. Besides, I'm sure he'll end up telling me anyway.

"I wanted to ask if you mind to tell me more about yourself."

My face sets out a deadpan display. Eye's uninterested, mouth sealed shut in a thin straight line. Silence soon engulfs the room like a heavy cloud waiting to burst. I sigh, realizing that he won't speak any further until I do.

"E- ex- excuse me?" I decided to dumb myself down a bit, just enough for him to further elaborate on his peculiar request.

"Do. You. Mind. Telling-" He begins by spacing out each syllable, allowing them to drip from his mouth as if speaking to some undeveloped newborn. I think it's downright obvious he takes me for some backward halfwit.

Okay, maybe I should have expected such an obnoxiously bad-mannered and cheeky response, but this is just outrageous. I don't care who he is, he will not taunt me or treat me poorly. I decide to cut him off before any form of anger arises in me.

Just take a deep breath, don't lose your cool... I collectively calm myself.

"I h-heard you, I just f-found... find it w-weird." I begin, already accepting my awful speech capability. "But then a-again, it's not l-like I have much t-to lose an-any-anyway. So s-sure. On one con-condition though."

I seem to have plenty of one condition schemes today. If I should even call it that, seeing as this is only the second one being made. Either which way, a condition remains a condition and I do hope he follows through. Nothing is stopping him from doing otherwise, but I look forward to discovering who he is.