Kaiba & I

Chapter 12- Reunited

          She stood in the courtroom in a baggy, orange jumpsuit. Flashes from the high resolution cameras that belonged to various media houses covering the high profile case, streaked against the courtroom.

          "Jumpsuit! Jumpsuit! Jumpsuit!" she crackled, as flowers bloomed around her heart.

          Shanaza swayed her head right to left, then left to right. She tried walking towards the man sitting in that big chair (oh she wanted a chair like that!), but the big metal chains around her ankles tinkled loudly. She couldn't walk. Who was that man sitting there? Did he own the fucking place? Shanaza licked her lips and batted her eyes at him. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, jumpsuit, she thought.

          Why does this person next to me keep putting a finger up to his lips? She wondered. He looked like he didn't have enough flesh to cover his face. Oh! Something clicked in her head! She raised her shackled hands together over her mouth.

          "Shut up?" Shanaza asked loudly. "Shut up?" she now whispered, staring at him.

          The man vigorously nodded, his features now relaxed.

          Me, I- have to shut up. Don't want people mad at me. No that is very bad. I am good. I have to do good, no bad, just very, very good, her fragmented thoughts ushered in.

          "What do you have to say in your client's defense?"

          Ugly big man, she thought as she kept swaying.

          "La, la. One, two, three. Good, good. Yeah, yeah," Shanaza muttered looking down at her peeling booth. "La, la. Hmmm," she groaned.

          "Your Honor, my clients did not intentionally do what they did. I am sure they weren't even aware of what they were doing. In that moment, Shanaza snapped. Not because she's a sick person, but because her caretakers refused to do their job, which was simply to ensure that both of them received their medications on time. But did they do that?" the lawyer asked, looking around in the packed courtroom. "No, they did not. Let us not forget, that she is not at fault. Both victims are not at fault.

          They are perfect examples as to what happens when the care that we think they get, doesn't materialize. Maybe your family or relative might be in a situation like this. We should not be prosecuting two innocent persons. No! We should be throwing the book at the caretakers who on a large scale, failed to do their job!

          However, the caretakers claimed to understand the impact it will have if their patients do not receive their medications consistently. But clearly and disastrously," hands waving, "they do not."

          "So you're saying that both clients committed the act because they did not receive the proper treatment?" the judge asked, leaning closer.

          "Yes," the defense lawyer responded. "Marik, her roommate, also acted on the violent impulses that the drugs or medications would certainly repress. They did not receive their medications, therefore, they are not to be held accountable for their actions. Both of my clients are innocent."

          A murmur emitted from the packed courtroom.

          "Silence! Silence!"

          Bang, bang, bang goes the mallet. Bang, bang, bang!

          "Hammer go bang, bang!" Shanaza shouted and laughed, swinging her head backwards and she attempted to walk over to that man with the mallet. "Hammer go bang!" she exclaimed again, falling down. She started to gurgle and snicker as the guards rushed up to her, "Bang, bang!" Shanaza yelled again. They grabbed her arms and pulled her up, "Bang, bang, fucking bang, BANG!"