All is lost again, but I'm not giving in. I will not bow, I will not break, I will shut the world away. I will not fall, I will not fade, I will take your breath away. And I'll survive, paranoid, I have lost the will to change. And I'm not proud, cold blooded, fake, I will shut the world away.
She was leaning back in a chair, her feet propped up on one of the tables with her headphones shoved tightly into her ears. She had a book in hand, flipping through the pages lackadaisically and looking over notes John had written in it - the content of the book being of a scientific nature; surgeries, functions of the human nervous system. It was strangely eerie to see someone so overly fascinated with the human body and mind that wasn't a doctor, but clearly she had learned that John's work more then likely demanded this kind of knowledge. It wasn't that she really wanted to be involved, she had just been creating ways to distract herself as of lately; well, ever since the events that happened in the parking lot that night. She still had yet to talk to John about what happened and she planned on keeping it a secret - she took Hoffman's threat very much to heart. She had been quiet for the past few days, completely enclosed inside a protective bubble she created for herself and anytime Hoffman entered the room she could feel her blood turn cold. Hoffman even got cocky enough to always ensure he was closer to her then her comfort level indicated was appropriate. She felt sick every single time he was in her presence and had yet to really eat anything worthwhile, but she managed. John was still suspicious and she could feel his suspicions getting much heavier simply with the way he looked at her sometimes, simply with the way he always, as of lately, wanted to sit with her at night before she fell asleep and just…talk.
Jigsaw was learning very quickly that when she intended to hole up and keep herself private from those around her, there was no amount of persuasion that would cause her to let down her guard. Her boot tapped lightly on the table to the rhythm of the music confining her within a world of peace for the time being. She was entirely unaware of the dark figure moving very quickly up from behind her as she skimmed over a page about the neurological firing of the human brain in response to pain so she was startled when someone reached over her and grabbed the book, yanking it out of her hands. Quickly putting her feet down, she twisted in her chair to look behind her but not before the individual behind her grabbed one of her earbuds and yanked it out of her ear. Her eyes met those of Amanda and for a moment the two simply stared at one another quietly before Amanda smirked and looked down at the book still slightly open in her hands.
Amanda knew curiosity would get the best of this girl, after all it seemed she was here to stay against Amanda's desires. She slammed the book shut and then walked closer, placing her hand on the back of the chair Michelle was currently sitting in. She could see her tense as if preparing for her to do something unpleasant, but Amanda couldn't quite decide what she wanted to do at this juncture. She set the book down on the table Michelle's feet were propped on and as quickly as she did, her hand moved from the back of the chair to the girl's hair, yanking her head back as she leaned down to bring her lips closer to her ear so she could hear even the softest of audible whispers Amanda could muster. "Don't touch things that don't belong to you without permission, especially things that belong to John." Shoving Michelle's head forward and releasing her hair, Amanda smirked at the expression of distaste on her face and how she slightly rubbed the back of her neck where her hair pulled.
"…I meant nothing by it, I was bored and I wanted something to look at. The only thing to do in this place is read unless you want to murder an innocent person, then this is a fucking playground for psychos like you." Her words came out very sour, very intense, and very strong, but more then likely this would backfire on her. She didn't even recognize the way everything she said sounded with the tone she was using until she was done - the pent up frustration and anger at not only being her but being tormented by Hoffman and holding it in must have finally surfaced.
Amanda sneered but quickly her sneer was followed by a rather sadistic smirk. She walked over to the edge of the table, fingers slowly running over a misplaced scalpel that rested there before wrapping around the handle. She ran her thumb over the blade and as it pierced the skin she shuddered ever so slightly. As the girl stood up, Amanda continued to walk towards her, watching her back herself into a corner in the room. There was something so thrilling about watching people she felt were undeserving of John's affections and appreciation nervously avoid her. After all, it was important that everyone knew that John was hers and she had no intention of sharing. She moved quickly as soon as Michelle's back was against the wall in the room and grabbed the collar of her shirt, slamming her forcefully into the wall and pressing the scalpel against her abdomen. The sensation of the scalpel slowly pressing against soft flesh sent chills down her spine and she smiled with a sick satisfaction. "We need to come to an understanding, alright? John…is an amazing person and a selfish cunt like yourself doesn't deserve his gifts. I don't know why he's keeping you around but I assure you that when he's done with you, I will revel in the knowledge of your impending death. Now, if you do anything stupid I will not hesitate to make an example of you, do we understand one another? Back off and learn your place here." Amanda peered into the eyes of someone who normally would have cowered, however she saw something very different behind the eyes of this woman. She seemed resolute, much stronger, and rather annoyed by this "inconvenience". She refused to take her eyes off the young woman, both of them staring each other down, almost as if they were studying one another. Finally Amanda released her, but not after pressing harder with the scalpel to drive her point home. Stepping back slowly, she smirked and turned around, setting the scalpel down and placing her thumb in her mouth to taste the metallic sweetness of her own blood flowing from the cut.
She took a deep breath, the entire time Amanda had her within arms reach she could feel her heart pounding fiercely against her chest - however for the first time since she got here she felt a tinge of anger creep up in her at the treatment she was enduring and instead of fear, she was operating on adrenaline; strange. She slowly lifted the hem of her shirt to peer at where the scalpel was to make sure it didn't break the skin considering she could feel a slight pinch where it was pressed - good, nothing. Rolling her shirt back down she watched Amanda, shaking her head ever so slightly and still remained unmoving from her spot against the wall. "You fucking need help, do you know that? I don't want John, so you can have him. I have no say in anything that's been happening so far anyway, so what makes you think I'm making these choices?" She received no answer and simply watched as Amanda pressed her bleeding thumb into her mouth, making a bit of a disgusted face before slowly moving away from the wall and grabbing her iPod that had tumbled to the floor in the tussle. Well, that was fantastic, she just lost her sanctuary in this hell hole as the electronic device didn't fair very well to a concrete floor. Sighing, she tucked it away into her pocket as Amanda turned to face her, chuckling just a bit as she did so.
"Oh I know about the 'choices' that weren't yours. Funny thing is…I think you deserved every bit of it." Amanda knew she would pick up on what she was talking about. Oh yes, Amanda knew about Hoffman's rape of the young woman, in fact even though she hated him, she was more then pleased by his behavior. This little bitch deserved every single minute of every moment of pain she suffered at Hoffman's hands - too bad Amanda couldn't have delivered a different kind of pain her way. She knew that she wouldn't tell John because if there was anything about Hoffman she was clearly aware of herself and figured was easy to pick up on, it was that Hoffman would willingly kill anyone who jeopardized his well being in any fashion. She tossed her head slightly to get a strand of hair out of her face before walking towards her one last time, but simply to pass her. She stopped briefly next to her and leaned her head to the side, peering in her direction "Remember what we walked about. Don't make me teach you a real lesson about life." With that she exited the room behind the plastic flaps, leaving Michelle standing there even more frustrated then she was when she first got here.