We started to head towards his room and on the way, we passed the lab. I wanted to look in but the windows were blacked out, I saw my reflection instead. At first I didn't want to believe that what I was seeing was really me. I saw a girl covered in the blood of who she had beat up. The girl did not look like she regretted beating her victim up. Wait, was the girl she beat up the victim? Was what I had done just self defense, or was I the one that started it? I couldn't have been the one that started it, right? The worker beat the boy up first and I was just defending him. I did hit her first though. Was what I did the right thing, should I have just ignored it? 

“Hey, are you coming?” the boy’s voice broke me out of my trance. “Yeah,sorry.” I responded trying to forget about it. We continued walking to his room in silence, until all the lights turned off. This had startled me a bit because I had never been outside of my room while the lights turned off. The boy looked terrified. I believe he was still a bit shaken up after the fight with the worker. The lights suddenly turning off didn't help that feeling. “Hey, it’s ok, the lights turn off every night.” I was trying to calm him down, but realized I needed to calm myself before that. I tried to calm down and control my breathing. I couldn't calm myself while knowing that the boy was shaking. I walked over to him and hugged him in an effort to control the shaking. I am only 2 years older than him but he is small so maybe I could pick him up and comfort him. I am not good at comforting people, that’s usually Chloe's job. I picked him up and set him on my hip as I had seen the workers do with the babies.

He was still shaking but it had gotten better, “It’s going to be ok, we are going to go to your room and get you to bed, ok.” He nodded. I carried him while he gave me directions towards his room. We made it to the door of his room and I stopped in my tracks and felt paralyized as I realized where this was. This room was by the entrance to the containment. The door was closed though, so it just looked like a regular wall. I tried to put that aside for a minute and walked into the boy’s room. I set him down on the bed and asked if he knew where I was going to hide. “No, I usually don’t have people that come to my room because they don't want to get beat by the workers.'' The boy looked like he was about to tear up so I tried to distract him. “I will hide under the bed, but even if they check under there they won't find me. There is a piece of wood under the bed that is just enough to cover me while lying down. I will need you to put the wood there though.” This procedure is easy enough, although it will take him a minute, because this is the first time anyone has been in his room. I got on my stomach and grabbed the piece of wood that was pushed up against the wall. I brought the wood from out under the bed and took that spot for myself. 

I will need a way to keep track of time though so I looked in my pocket to find my watch and got it out then put it around my wrist. The time read 8:47. That fight took me way too long.“Push the wood back until I say stop. It shouldn't fall and should fit perfectly.” He picked the piece of wood up and pushed it back towards me. The wood fit nicely just how I said it would. I couldn’t stop thinking about how the door to the containment just closed like that. Was it a timed thing or did one of the workers find out I escaped. Did they just close the door assuming I was in there? If they found out I escaped, would they beat everyone else to find who broke me out? I don't want people getting hurt for my actions. 

This is messing with my head too much, let's think about something else. I wonder what I could have done better in that fight to cut down on time and energy wasted. I should have paid more attention to her weaknesses and my surroundings. I also should have used more of my power in those punches. I should get Max to train me. Hmmm, Max, how did he defeat those workers so quickly, there were two of them and he defeated them so easily. I know he is good at fighting and has a punching bag in his room but I didn't know he was that good. I wonder if he would train me?  But do I really want to go through that again? Defeating the worker was thrilling, yes, but the person I looked at afterwards was not me. I fight a lot and yell a lot but I didnt know beating someone up would feel that good but also that conflicting. She was a bad person so why should i feel bad? Did I think that because I beat her up that made me a bad person too. The police do it too, I’ve seen it on the news. Everyone saw it right? They couldn't have missed it, it was during dinner on the tv in the dining hall. Was everyone going to think I'm the bad one now? I'm not the bad one, she is! All of these workers, they are the bad ones! Why should I feel bad, they deserve any amount of beating they get! Through all this thinking and getting angry I didn't notice my watch alarm had gone off. I moved the piece of wood over and crawled out from under the bed. The space under the bed was cramped so, when I got out I stretched. I had to be careful not to wake Micheal. I left the room and set off to Eli’s room to follow him.