You know what I've always wanted my first words to be? I am Groot. But there's a reason. Remember that scene where it was 'we are Groot'. Yeah, I cried. He's so good natured and I love him, everyone thinks of him as stupid for saying those three little words throughout the movie. But you want to know what I thought? I thought that seeing his actions, he was smarter than all of them. And his dance moves, I mean, dang. A girl can dream. 

"Hey, you ready Eddie?" Jace came in. 

My skin froze when I saw him. He's taking me away to surgery. He's taking me away to where they want to fix my head. My noggin is a broken thing. Jace slowly walked over to my bed, it was one of those old feathered mattresses with the feathers all sticking together making it a lumpy 'pleasurable' experience. Any place in the manor is that bad. The draft in here. I mean, woah, can it get any worse? Yeah, the window is open... Everyone runs for their lives! I took a deep breath and stared at the silver chains holding the 'bed' up. Should I even call it a bed? I mean,there are pillows except with a bleached burlap potato sack covering them. 

Jace stared at me for a second and then looked around the room. It was white with no decoration at all. Well, the only decoration was hidden behind this bed. I'm a doodler, a hard core serial doodler and you can't stop me. No one can. Mwa ha ha *hairball cough* ha. The walls were painted white with cheap paint that was peeling off showing the hidden grey concrete walls. Somehow the grittiness made its way through the paint, it may be really annoying but a good back scrubber. 

'Yes' I scrawled on my whiteboard. I want to get help. I want to see Dillan again. I just want all of this to disappear. I want my family back. I should be dead. Everything would be so much easier if I was dead. Maybe I should of coaxed my mom to let Dillan go out first and let me die. Let the dead fetus come out with the placenta- sorry, Lindy was teaching me about childbirth. It's a terrifying thing and I don't recommend doing it until the time comes. 

"You're brave, you know that right? I would probably be running away in fear somehow. That also proves youz gotz smarts in there somewhere," he laughed while poking my head. I grinned and cupped my hands over my head to block his attacks of jabbing his finger into my head. I love my head and I don't want Jace-finger shaped holes in my skull, it's a personal preference. Do what you what with your skull, I'll support it. 

Jace grabbed my wrist and slapped on a bracelet. I felt the cool metal within the threads and didn't have the strength to fight it. I'm tired. I'm going to surgery. I'm going to die without telling Dillan I love her.

"You're going to do great Eddie," he smiled. I forced a smile and felt sick to my stomach. 

When ever I see him, I see Lindy's face of shock when he stuck a knife through her and then see him come out from behind her with a smile. It makes me nauseous to remember but if I forget, it's like I'm giving up to the bad guy. Accepting getting kidnapped here. That's not what I want to do, right now, it's just that right now, Valencia wants to kill me and guess who wants to do my surgery? I'm going to say you guessed right and said, "Valencia". 

I wanted a song I know, I wanted a song that mom used to play in the kitchen when we were younger. We would dance and hold spatulas to our mouths- well not me- and sing off pitch. We would show off our 'amazing' dance moves. I somehow failed every time. 

This is making my nostalgic. I don't remember my mom's face clearly. Sam hates me. Dillan- she has the right to hate me and I'm okay with her hating me. Well, I'm not but I have to be. You can't change what is done. And... Him, he has the right to want to rip me to shreds and throw me off the Empire State Building for good measures. I wonder how the organs will float compared to the skin... 

'Can you play Ryan Montbleau, Songbird?' I scribbled on my board and Jace gazed at me skeptically. I raised my eyebrows in a challenge before he sighed and nodded. 

He grabbed his phone and I saw my chance to escape... But I didn't take it. I know I'm supposed to hate this, but I'm going to get surgery to fix my crazy, my visions. Soon enough the familiar song played and Jace grabbed my arm to bring me down the hallway. I closed my eyes and felt the beat. My mouth opened but no words came out. I was silent. Wasn't much of a surprise but I was expecting some sort of squeak, well, what a shame. 

"This is a nice song," Jace announced while doing a little diddy while walking. 

It was hilarious to watch seeing how it seems like he thinks he's a good dancer, when in reality all he's doing is a messed up grapevine. One perk about no sound is that when I laugh, it's silent so I can laugh at him without him knowing. Genius! 

'I think you just ruined the song' I wrote on my board. He stuck his tongue out and kept dancing. I sighed and started fiddling with the white board. This is the beginning of my future: here and now. 

"Choose another song, that one was awesome." Jace announced, he didn't even break a sweat from bad dancing. 

'Ballad of a Politician by Regina Spektor' I quickly scrawled and he went back to his phone. 

He started it and started dancing again. The menacing surgery room is only a few feet away. And with that, there is my voice.