The keys that led to her ruin

This experience wasn’t exactly a galvanising one, but it was the opportune time to teach her why she should never do this again.

Wearing her arms by her side she went passed the connnecting staircase that meets in the middle. Below it, some stacked chairs and blue lights attached to the walls.

She walked down the hall with grey floors and white walls, a woman right next to her followed with a stone cold face, glancing at her every couple of seconds. She recalled two officers pulling her by the arms and walking her through the passing cars on the way to their vehicles. Humiliated without a chance to recover her integrity, she glanced back at the lady and gave a forced smile.

The lady jingles the key on its way out of her pocket to irritate Terry. The key entered the key hole and the door open to let her inside, she became all too aware of the loneliness that creeps up her back as the woman stood behind her. The flip flop sound could be heard behind the hardened lady, and she shut the door, afraid it would be too entertaining for Terry.

‘Tuck your blanket underneath the mattrass to get it nice and neat.’ Terry did not know why everything needed to be so particular, but being that she was in a situation she couldn’t get out of, she chose not to be obstinate, scared of another year added on to her many years in solitude.

After 4 hours of waiting, she was collected from her room to be brought before the judge, the room was furnished with a brown wooden table and towards where Terry stood, were vacant benches sporting the same dark shade of brown. The floor was a darker shade of grey than the hallway, the walls held no further reassurance than the persecuting barristers antagosing behaviour when he turned to smack his own bottom.

She was stood at the stand with a microphone fitted before her. ‘You spat on the ground and farted next to an officer, correct? The persecution lawyer launched his first question, trying really hard to hold in the giggle that was climbing up his spine.

‘Yes’, Miss Terry responded with her index finger arched above her upper lip as if in rememberance of that day. She gulped feeling suffocated yet entranced by the judges stare, her lawyer that stood beside her started to say something but she couldn’t hear. Her finger fell from her lip and she started to feel light headed, little stars entered her vision and the room grew bigger, more vacant and more foreign.

An alarm was heard in the distance, then something tickled her nose and her eyes flew open.