I awake from the worst dream one could possibly imagine to the sound of someone banging on my door. With my eyes too weak to open, limbs too tired to move, I do what any other frustrated being in my position would.

"What do you want mom!?" I yell in frustration.

They knock this time. My mind drifts to school. "I'm staying in today! Don't feel like going to school!" Back to the banging. "What!?" I say as I sit up in bed and open my eyes.

This is not my room!

The memories of yesterday's incidents come rushing in my head, the way the cold of an ice-cream does when you eat it too fast. Reality struck me like lighting does to an oak tree. I feel like I'm on fire. No really, I'm getting hot.

My brain is in overdrive, causing hot flashes and sweating. I'm starting to feel lightheaded; fatigue; weak; my muscles are tensed; my heart is beating rapidly. I feel like my chest and throat are swelling and closing off, making it hard for me to breathe. I look down at my trembling hands.

That's when I realize that I'm having a panic attack.

I try to get out of bed, but fail miserably as I find myself on the ground, shaking and breathing heavily. Tears start making their way down my cheeks. I don't know what to do.

Just then the door bursts open, I attempt to lift my head in order to see who came in, but every inch of my body feels weak and shaky.

"Vivian, what's going on!?"

I know that voice, It's Peggy. Thank goodness. She bends down beside me and lifts my face towards her to examine me. She stares at me for a while before something clicks in her head.

"You're having a panic attack. Have you had one before?" She says slowly, making me hear each and every word. "Yes. Only... once... before. Was... horrible," I try to get my sentences out smoothly but only manage to speak a word at a time with each breath I take.

"Don't try to fight it. Try to focus on your breathing. I'm going to count and you take slow, deep and complete breaths on my counts okay?" I quickly nod in agreement.

She begins to count, at first I can't slow down. At times my breath would hitch and I end up taking double breaths. But she keeps going and soon I'm breathing at the pace of two counts.

"That's good. Remember that you're just having a panic attack.  Nothing more serious is going to happen to you," she says ever so kindly and assuring.

She helps me to my feet and sits me down on the bed, "You can lay back if you want to," and I do just that as she sits down next to me.

"So, what's your favorite movie to watch?" she questions with all the calm in the world, not a worry in sight.

How is asking me questions right now going to help me? I wonder. So I simply stare at her, but it's as if she knows exactly what I'm thinking.

"It will distract you, redirect your thoughts and help you calm down." She politely explains, but I still don't seem to understand.

"How will it... calm me... down?" My breathing is still slightly complicated.

"Because you need to carry on as if nothing is happening. You will soon feel that the panic is, well, 'boring' in a sense." She explains to the best of her ability.

"Bad Boys I and II." I let her know after a moment.

"You're favourite TV series?", "The Vampire Diaries." I answer.

"What is your favourite... movie, and series?" I ask her now.

"Oh, uhm, A Walk To Remember and How I Met Your Mother." She says taken aback that I ask her.

I sit up feeling much better. Peggy seems to notice this and gets up off of the bed. She wipes her hands on her uniform as if to rid her caring nature as her back straightens out and demeanor returning to professionalism.

"Your breakfast has arrived. So eat, get dressed and knock on the door once you're done. A guard will escort you to the evaluation room." She says before leaving the room and closing the door.

My breakfast has what? How-... My thoughts get cut off when I rotate to my right and see a new tray on the dresser. I climb off the bed, grab the tray and finish breakfast.

I'm not about to be one of those victims who refuse food and starve themselves, because they're too stubborn. They only end up weakening themselves. How can they escape with no strength? And besides, saying no to food..and it's free? That's ridiculous.

I place the tray back on the dresser and head to the bathroom. Once I'm done brushing my teeth, washing my face and flushing the toilet, I head to the closet. I pick out the biggest tank top and shorts I'm able to find, then pick the white and black pair of sneakers. I place the clothing on the bed and close the closet doors.

I grab the edge of my nightgown ready to pull it up over my head when a certain conscience decides to make a somewhat appearance.

Really? So the camera being there doesn't faze you? At all?... Shit, Jess is right. How could I possibly have forgotten? Thank goodness for a conscience that pays attention.

I make my way back to the closet and decide to get changed in there instead. It's a tight squeeze and horribly uncomfortable, but I manage. I leave the nightgown by the other clothing in the bathroom then head over to the main door, knock and wait while sitting back on the bed.

The door opens and my eyes widen from shock, Steven!?

"Can you walk?" I nod my head yes, "Then why you still sitting there staring at me like I'm some sort of lotto ticket?"

I snap out of my befuddlement state and walk towards the door.

"Even if I was a ticket, you sure as hell wouldn't be the winner." He mutters as I pass by him to the hallway.

Well, that was pretty much unnecessary... I think to myself.

He closes the door behind him, grabs my arm forcefully and we start walking down the hallway. First, we make a left turn down a corridor. Once we are halfway to the end, we make a right turn and go through a glass-paneled door.

The high ceiling, that I saw yesterday, comes back into view. However, this is a different area as it is extremely large. There are various adjoined evaluation rooms to the left-hand side. Except the roofs of these rooms were low and flat, like little rooms inside a room.

I look further around while Steven is busy dragging me to one of the little rooms. I notice a set of steel doors at the one end of the main room. They look like the type of doors trucks would show up to, to deliver or collect packages.

That must mean that there's a road over there! That has to lead me out of here! I think to myself .. I decide that I'm going to escape through those doors. I just have to wait for the right moment, and then run like my life depends on it. Cause it does.

We reach one of the little room doors, Steven opens it and shoves me inside. "You don't have to push her around like that!" Peggy comes into view clearly frustrated by Steven.

"You do your job and I'll do mine."

Before she can answer, he is out of the door, slamming it shut.

"Sorry about that. Steven is just, Steven."

Is she apologizing to me?

"It's all fire and marshmallows. It's meant to roast." I reply. Confusion spread across her face.

"I'm the marshmallow and he's the fire. Every now and then I'll end up getting - figuratively - burnt by him." That's about as deep of an explanation I can give. She finally understands as she mouths 'ohh', then turns about in the little room.

"You can go and sit on the bed for the time being. Please don't do anything senseless or illogical. I don't want to have to restrain you." Damn, I was just about to commit my first crime.. Murder! But no, her kindness got the best of me and I obey instead.

You have a hard time killing bugs.. Murder.. Really?.. Well thanks for the surprise visit Jessica.

Sitting on the bed, I scan the place. There's a desk in here as well with all sorts of medications and medical equipment. Next to the bed is a bedside table with a tray of what I'm guessing are the evaluation tools. All the usual things really.

A stethoscope to listen to body sounds; mostly the heart and lungs. A tongue depressor to examine the throat. An otoscope / auriscope used to examine one's ears and nose. A thermometer for temperature. An ophthalmoscope to examine the eyes. A sphygmomanometer cuff that they place on one's upper arm to measure blood pressure. And lastly on the tray is a knee percussor (patella hammer) used to check one's reflexes.

"Can you come and stand on the scale please," Peggy speaks up.

The medical weighing scale, one has to admit that this thing was the best part about going to see a doctor. Just to watch the numbers rise and drop, somehow I always found it amusing.

Once the numbers stop, she writes it in the file. She takes the tape measure around her neck and measures every part of my body, again, writing it down in the file. As soon as that's completed, she gestures me to go back to the bed, which I do. She uses the tools on the tray and fully examines me. Almost fully, thank goodness. She writes down information after every tool that she uses.

"Why did Steven come to fetch me?" I had to break the awkward silence.

"He's been assigned as my bodyguard. All the nurses here have one. Not all the girls cooperate with us the way you do. So we need protection of our own." She finishes.

"You mean that I have to see him every morning!?" I can't help but raise my voice.

"Not just every morning, but afternoon as well once we're done with your evaluations and treatments." Forget about being a little burnt. If I don't escape soon, he'll turn me to ash.

Finally, she's done using the tools. She places the tray on the desk and opens one of the cupboards. She removes another tray and makes her way back over to me then sets the tray down on the bedside table.

A proctoscope!? I scream internally.

"Pull down your shorts and underwear." She instructs as she picks up the proctoscope and lubricates it. No way. I am not letting her shove that thing up my ass!

"Are you crazy?" I question.

"If you refuse I will have no choice but to call Steven in." Her face turns serious.

"I'm not letting you put that thing inside of me!"

"The quicker we get it done, the better. You are wasting time! Now get undressed!" Just as I am about to protest, the door bursts open.

Steven enters.

He must have been waiting outside the entire time and heard us yelling.

"What's going on here!?" He questions.

"I need to check her anal cavity, but she's resisting." Peggy replies looking towards him. I take this opportunity to try to make a run for it. But of course the damn concrete block - Steven - stops me just as I reach the door. He throws me over his shoulder and walks over to the bed.

I look up, thinking there's a camera, but none. I am kind of disappointed and relieved at the same time. Disappointed, because once I escape and tell the police about this place, there wouldn't be proof. Relieved, because a part of me doesn't want whoever the creep is behind the monitors to enjoy this.

When we reach the bed, Steven throws me down onto the floor, the pain shoots throughout my entire body. My eyes start watering, blurring my vision.

He pulls me up then spins me around, facing away from him.