Convicted

Part 2

I am suddenly gripped by a flashback of my experience in the courtroom that day.

I walk slowly to the front of the courtroom, my patent heels sinking a little into the soft grey carpet with each step. The air has a musty smell, a bit like old books or dried vanilla pods. I can feel every pair of eyes in the room fixed on me. I pull out my chair, and practically fall into it.

I snap back to reality when I hear a loud clanging noise- which I recognise as the sound of another cell door closing. That'll be another prisoner in solitary confinement. I've been in solitary a few weeks now, for attacking another girl in the library because she was saying I was crazy. That's all I've heard people whispering, that my mental state is deteriorating from my lack of freedom.

I sit up on the bed, my head spinning a little. This room is so tiny. Adds to the 'confining' effect I imagine. There's barely enough space to walk about in here, I can cross the room each way in six strides. I will have gained so much weight by the time I get out. If I get out.

My stomach rumbles, the sound so loud I cringe in embarrassment, then remember I am alone. I never really eat the food given for me unless I feel like I am about to pass out, as most meals resemble various colours of pig slop. Reminds me of the farm my best friend Tara and I used to visit when we were little.