A silhouette of a person stands before me. She turns, and for a moment our eyes make contact. I take the time to analyze her: she is slender, with curves that drive any man mad. Her dress flatters her curves and I'm suddenly aware of the fact that I'm drooling. My attention shifts to her head. She's beautiful with long brown hair that falls like curtains around her face. Her face, perhaps the most breathtaking part of her, would be attractive-only if her features aren't clouded with fear. Fear of what, I'm not sure.

I reach out to help the beauty but before my fingers can brush against her smooth, delicate cheek, she's gone. Running further away from the trouble she might face, running from me. I find myself chasing after her, wanting to help her. She turns and dashes down a corridor and I follow her. The area is vacant and dark, so dark that I can't see where I'm going and my body slams against something hard. I look up to find that the girl is gone, never to be found again. And then I'm forced back into reality.

White dots dance before my eyes. My vision is blurred, but I don't need good eyesight to know that the room I am in is dimly lit and cold-very cold. A shiver runs down my back and it's almost as if a presence is behind me. I turn my head slightly, and find the stone walls of the castle surrounding me. All except one wall is stone, and that is the bars that prevent me from my freedom.

An audible growl escapes my lips. Here I am, back in the place I don't want to be at. Being here is already bad enough, but to be locked up in a cell for what might be the rest of my life is much, much worse. I try to stand, to stretch-to do anything but sit and that's when I find my arms to be cuffed and chained above my head. As if this jail cell isn't enough, Boomer believes that chains will certainly hold me back from escaping.

And did I mention the guards?

Outside my prison, there are at least six guards trained at the door of my cell: three leaning against the cell, and the other three standing by the wall opposite of me.

I yell and struggle in frustration but they turn a deaf ear upon me. Why, don't I feel brilliant?

I don't have to be here. I can be outside, doing whatever I please, hiding far away from this nightmare. But I am here, and there is no one I know who is willing to break me out, so I'm alone.

Footsteps echo down the hall, pulling me from my thoughts. Whoever may the footsteps belong to, I know that they will only bring me trouble. It isn't until I see a grimly looking Boomer that I conclude my thoughts to be correct.

"You know, Mason's not happy with you-finding you in Mikayla's room and all." His voice is filled with humor, yet his emotionless features prove that he doesn't believe this to be a laughing matter. "What were you doing there anyway?"

And then I remember-me, running away from the guards, only to come back to the castle to give Mikayla the treatment I think she so greatly deserves. I stupidly thought that I could make her pay for what she's done to me (revealing my being back at the island and then allowing my brother to send the guards after me) by going to the only place I could be found in. I say a round of applause to my own stupidity (note the sarcasm).

My anger towards the girl hasn't faded and I feel it boiling up inside of me, wanting to be released. What was I doing there, in her room? I was going to get my payback on her, no matter how innocent one might think she is in this case! But can I tell this to Boomer? No, because it's already bad enough both Boomer and Mason want to strangle me-both for different reasons, I'm sure-so why should I give them another reason to do so?

I decide to play it safe and give him the answer he wants to hear, "I wanted to see her."

Boomer throws his head back and laughs a fake, mocking laugh. "Yeah, right!" It is obvious he isn't convinced. "You didn't only 'want to see her'. I saw the way you were holding her! You wanted more out of her. What? Did you think that she was going to leave Boz for you? That she never loved Boz and still loved you!"

Even though the words hurt more than they should, I am not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he is not wrong. But my patience runs out and I find myself saying, "Yes! Okay, yes!" This causes Boomer to smile. I turn my head in shame and mutter, "Now that you've got me, what do you want?"

"You have to go to trial," He says simply. "There, we'll know whether or not you can stay on the island."

The chains above my head rattle as I bring my arms forward, only to have them retract backwards and hit the wall. Boomer is lucky there are restraints and a cell holding me back from striking at him. I don't want to go to trial! Last time Boomer and I were there, we were accused of burning down the castle when, in the end, it was the stupid bird's fault. And now I'm in the same situation, except there's no one to defend me, thus making it an unfair trial. But, if it's my last chance of seeing Mikayla and making amends with Boomer, I'll go.

"When is it?" I can't help but ask.

"Tonight," He informs. He leans forward, his fingers gripping onto the cell bars. "But I don't want you playing innocent when we both know you're anything but that."

So, he wants a fair trial. If that's what he wants, then that's what he's getting. "I won't play innocent."

Boomer's grip on the bars tightens, and the look on his face shows he won't take any more of my nonsense. "We'll see about that tonight."

And with that, he dismisses himself, leaving me to feel empty in my dark cage.