Sparrow
A fight broke out today in the mess hall. But that's not unusual. What is unusual is the fact that I was the one who started it. I am not a fighter. Even as a kid I never picked fights. Rose was the one with fists. So I was quite surprised that this happened. I don't even know what the fight was about! All I remember was one of the guards putting a hand on me and I think I overreacted. I suppose I could blame my reaction on being surrounded by men all the time, but part of me thinks the tower is starting to affect me in negative ways. I don't like it very much and it concerns me greatly. If this continues, the problem could become worse. It would be a terrible fate to end up someone I am not. I don't want to hurt anyone. Though others clearly want to hurt me. The Commandant left a scar on my face from the time he hit me.
I remember being so shocked when he did it. Before that time, and not counting Lucien, no one has ever hit me before. But every day, that scar serves as a remind of what I must accomplish. That I must not give in to the dark and whispering voices of the Tower. Voices that fill my head with evil deeds. And the Commandant, he will... He will... No. I will not seek revenge. Despite his best efforts to sabotage my humanity, I will not let him succeed.
Still, there's something human about him. I can't put my finger on it, but it's something in his eyes, the way he acts sometimes. Or perhaps it's all just a guise. Perhaps he only extend a hand to help me up only to bring me back down again. And perhaps I'm going just a bit more than little crazy. No person in their right mind would defend that monster.
...
Not even me?
A/N: Is that a hint of doubt? I think yes!