Max turned the knob and stepped inside, the door clicking distinctly shut behind her. She flinched as it did. The room was narrow and stark white. It wasn't much bigger than Logan's bathroom, although for a bathroom his was rather large…but this was Jondy's entire living space. The bed was a twin with a shiny chrome head and footboard and it was against the wall on the left. There was a small desk and chair on the right with a notepad, two pens and a small lamp. A dull metal plate served as a mirror on the wall near the door. Nothing else. Not a photo, a teddy bear, nothing. She slowly moved towards the desk, pulling out the chair and turning it to face the bed, she sat. Immediately Jondy twisted to face the opposite direction.

She was a bit surprised. Talk about not wanting to see someone. "Jondy?" Nothing. "Jondy, it's me Max."

Max saw her body jerk, heard a light snort and her head shook slightly. Oh she knew exactly who she was, she just didn't give a fuck.

"Ok, so I know that you can hear me. Are you going to turn around and talk to me?" Nothing. "Ok…does this mean you're pissed at me specifically or just at the world in general?" Not a movement.

She sat and waited. Jondy didn't give. The minutes ticked by. Finally she glanced at her watch. This was going to be a long day. She turned behind her and picked up the pad and one of the pens. Max propped it on her knee and stared.

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Day 15

I couldn't write in here yesterday because that bitch came in. I knew someone would. I couldn't believe it. She just sat in that chair all fucking day long and stared at me and scribbled on that notepad.

She'd hum and write. Once she even sang out loud. Max never could sing.

I just had to lay down and bury my face in my pillow so no one would see me smile. Zane is out there again. I got up early so I could write in here just incase she came again. God, please don't let her come again. I think I'll go mad, I'm only two steps from it already.

At least she didn't look good. Still looks like shit. Maybe it's me that's making her look that way. Maybe it's me that's keeping her up at night. Maybe she knows what a bastard she is and it eats at her day after day, hour after hour. What do ya know? Two pleasant thoughts in one day.

Shit…she's in here again! Bastards. All of them. Fuck her, I'll just keep writing.

Max stared at her back, wishing she would acknowledge her, wishing she'd at least glance in her direction. She wanted some kind of reaction from her. Something to let her know she still had at least the tiniest grip on reality. Hell, a heart felt "Get the fuck out" would suit her better then this nothing she was giving her now. She was getting nowhere, and she felt useless and tired and she'd sat in that chair until her muscles were aching and her head was pounding steadily in time with her heart.

She was dressed exactly the same today as she had been every other day. She felt certain that it was a new set that looked the same as other…surely, she wasn't wearing the same clothes day after day. Was she?

She was writing in her notebook again. She'd noticed the tip of it sticking out from under her pillow the day before but wasn't about to mess with it. She'd been writing in it several times when she'd been outside looking in through that small window as well. At least she was being productive and not just sitting there like a zombie. She had to be feeling something to have something to write about, right?

Her hair was a ratty mess. She'd been wearing it in a braid for days now, occasionally taking it out and redoing it. She was getting better at it too although right now it looked slept on and messy. Max leaned towards her. "Can I see what you are writing?" She hadn't realized she was going to ask her before the words actually left her mouth.

Jondy's head rose for a moment as if she couldn't believe she'd ask such a thing and then it lowered again and she began to scribble furiously. Glancing towards the door and not seeing anyone, Max stood and stepped towards her. She was leaning over her shoulder before Jondy realized what was happening. Gasping in surprise she huddled over the book, burying her face in her arms to cover herself. Max grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. She jerked free as if her touch had scalded her and attempted to scoot away. Max was faster than she and grabbed her arm again pulling her back.

"Get your fucking hands off me." She growled in a voice so deep it made Max take a few steps back. Who was this stranger? Was she possessed?

Years worth of frustration bubbled up from deep within her as she stared wide eyed at this tattered creature in front of her. She was backed away from Max, her back pressed tight against the wall as if she feared her. The notebook she'd come to loath was held securely to her chest with both hands. And Jondy stared at her, unblinkingly, her green eyes filled with a maddening mixture or hatred and fear.

"What happened to you? Why are you doing this? I'm not going to hurt you…" Max reached for her and she backed away, a tormented sound coming from somewhere deep within her throat and suddenly Max knew she had to get out of there or she was going to lose her mind. She'd let so many people worry and pray and think the worst about her for so long and she'd been fucked up the whole time. Partying and having a grand time. And now all Max was trying to do was speak to her and she was treating her like she thought she was going to hurt her? Bitch she may very well be but if she remembered anything about her, Jondy knew she'd never lay a finger on her in anger.

Closing her eyes, Max forced herself to take a deep breath and relax her hands from the aching fists they were balled into at her sides. "You are acting like a fucking baby. Ya know regardless of the reasons, Jon, you're the one that got yourself all fucked up on drugs and now you sit there and act like the victim. Well, you know what, it's bullshit. I'm going for a damn walk, I'm going to find some damn pills to stop this fucking throbbing in my head, and when I'm done, I'm coming back. And when I come back, I'm going to sit my ass in that chair and stare at you, until you start talking to me or until we both rot, whichever comes first." Max was almost to the door before she stopped and looked over her shoulder. "And brush your god damn hair. You look like hell."

Max stepped back from the door far enough that she couldn't see her but she could still see inside. She was furious. She stood on the edge of her bed and WHAM the notebook slapped against the tiny window. Max had pushed her more than she should have she was sure. Jondy was pacing the room clinching and unclenching her hands again as she circled. Exhaling forcefully, relieved to have drawn at least some kind of emotion from her Max turned and headed for the door. She was going to get some air, some Tylenol, some food and just like she'd promised, she was going to sit there until they rotted…or until she spoke to her…preferably in a voice that didn't sound like it came from Satan himself.