Trade Mistakes / Open*

If I could trade mistakes for sheep
Count me away before you sleep
I'll stay awake 'til I trade my mistakes
So they fade away

It was hard, being in a place like Ravenwood. Some people were scary, others were mean, and then others she found that she could communicate with them as if they weren't all trapped inside an asylum. Crazies. No, they weren't crazies, they were normal just like her. Juliet was sure there were more sane people in here than there were in the bars she used to frequent. Hell, some were probably more sane than some of her dad's bandmates.

That was one thing she missed about the outside world. She missed the music, she missed her dad and the familiar feel of his old guitars and his laugh, his smooth voice. She used to be surrounded by music, it engulfed her like a warm blanket. Here in the sterile halls and muffled rooms, she felt alone. Juliet was more than elated when she found the music room.

She shuffled through the hall, her blonde locks brushed naturally curling at the ends. It was another night without sleep, and she was starting to feel the effects settle in once again. Juliet rubbed her eyes, sleepy and yet unable to rest. A bodyguard accompanied her, unlocking the closet and handing her an acoustic guitar. He turned after handing it to her and walked outside. Juliet didn't like the bodyguards at all, they were big and looked rather mean. They never seemed to want to talk either.

Instead of trying to make conversation with him, she took the guitar and cuddled into the corner of one of the old couches. She strummed it softly, tuning it by ear to the perfect key. Her eyes fixed themselves on the window, the early morning sunlight seeping through the blinds. She mindlessly began to play the very first song she learned, by now she could play it almost without thinking.

Juliet was the name of the song, it was her father's first hit, nearly seven years ago. It was like her lullaby, except she never went to sleep after hearing it. She continued to strum it as the door opened. "Good morning." She said quietly to whoever it was that entered, her gaze not leaving the little window.