I wait, though I haven't got a clue as to what I'm waiting for. They've kept me in the darkness for so long that I've lost sense in everything, and sometimes I have to wonder if I've gone blind. I sleep in my cage huddled over as if I am some type of pet or animal, not having enough respect to be treated like the human that I am.

I clasp the songbird necklace that my father gave me, hoping that it will give me confer and ease my mind. I've lost track on how long I've been doing this, or how long's it's been since I was kept in the darkness, waiting for a glimpse of light to come my way, a notice other than my own breathing and singing to reach my ears, something, anything to prove that I am not alone in this cage.

Then things begin to change. I'm not able to take this anymore. I pound on the walls, yelling as loud as I can, not caring what the punishment for this might be. I have to get out of hear somehow, and doing nothing will only make things a whole lot worse for me. As I do this, I feel as if the darkness is taking over a larger part of myself.

No! I tell myself. You are America Singer, daughter of Shalom and Magda Singer. You are a Five from Carolina, fighting for the heart of Prince Maxon. You will not lose to whoever is doing this to you, and you will not give up hope.

To my surprise, the doors finally open.

The light burns my eyes, but in a good way. I close my eyes for a moment and smile as the suns rays reach my face. The warmth feels so good. Remembering what is happening, I back away, not wanting the beginning of this sick game to start, or the ending to my life.

I stumble as the mend drag me out, and I almost forget how to use my legs, let alone the rest of my body. How long have I been trapped like this? A week, two, a few months? Did anyone know that I was missing, and if they did, did they even care that I was gone? Was Maxon worried about me?

I stand there in an uneasy position as a few men in back coats study me. If I was the old America Singer I would tell them to stop looking at me, but I just can't find the words to speak.

" What's the point of having here again?" One of the men asks?

" Beats me." Another one says in a dull voice. " Boss wants her, and that's all that matters. "

" Who are you, and where am I?" I say demand, finally losing my cool.

The men stare as me, or rather past me as I hear footsteps behind me. Quickly I turn around to be met by a man around my age, maybe a few years older. His Brown hair was hanging lazily over his blue eyes, and he gave me a smile that made my stomach turn. Who is he? I ask myself.

" America Singer, welling to the Southern Rebel base. I do hope that you enjoy your stay."

With that, my world goes black.