Sparrow
Strange how easy it is to fall into a pattern when time vanishes. It has only been two years. Two years. Only? Or has it been three? Maybe less. I don't know. Every morning they wake us up, give us a minute to get dressed, five minutes to eat, and then it's off to work. At first, it was strange and a little embarrassing being the only woman in a roomful of men, but I'm getting used to it, little by little. They don't stare any more, at least.
They assigned me to guard duty. An easy job as long as no one pays attention to what I do. I've managed to sneak food into the prison and to some of the workers. They always appreciate it. But I know I have to be careful or I'll get caught. Again. I don't want to see the Commandant. Always pretending to be nice. But I know he's vile on the inside, with little regard for human life.
I think the tower is starting to affect me, too. Just the other day, I forgot what I was doing here. To keep my memory together, I decided to etch important information into the ground under my mat. I hope they don't move me. I have to get Garth out soon or I'll become just as mindless as Gregory. I think he has completely lost it! He mumbles things at night. Things that none of us understand. And during the day, he preaches to whomever happens to pass him by. I don't want to end up like that. I want to come home to Albion. I miss the welcomes of the citizens and Juliana's pies!
But duty calls. I'm going to try sneak some more food to the construction workers, the Commandant be damned. Still... there's something about him. I don't know what it is and I'm not sure I want to find out. The last time I saw him, he looked at me as though he wanted to kill me. But he didn't. Something held him back. Maybe it was Lucien. Maybe himself. Maybe he's just as much a prisoner as I am.
No. Impossible. I'm over thinking this. Better get back to work.