196: Why Did They Being A Comedian?

Davids was shocked when she arrived at her solitary cell, it was tiny with a small window located on the high end, though she was tall she couldn't reach for it. 

The light that was being illuminated in the room was not enough for her to see anything. She was used to more light, right now, all she could see was total darkness.

This was because the bulb was high. 

The stinking from the room was enough to throw her off guard, but she composed herself and stepped in, she wanted to cover her nose but she knew this will be her home until the trial is over, she can as well get used to the situation.

One step and she stepped on something slippery, her rubber shoes couldn't hold her because they didn't have a good grip, she fell to the ground, and the door behind her was closed with a thud leaving her alone. 

She wanted to stand up and look around but her left finger touched another stinking poo that was spread on the floor. 

"Argh," she groaned with a disgusted face. She looked around and saw the sink, luckily for her, the water was available. She washed her hands used the small soap in the room to wash the orange uniform that she was having and was left bare from her waist down.

"Please dry," she said to the orange uniform as she squeezed it tightly before hanging it.

The room didn't have a mop, she had to look at the waste that remained on the floor. She wanted to cry and ask herself why but she didn't because she knew the reason she was inside there. 

The place made her homesick, she wanted to be in her comfortable bed, sleep, look at her phone and do some other staffs she used to do at home. All that was gone, there was no comfortable bed to sleep on, no chandelier lights to make her see better and the only thing she had was this little cell with her. She knew this was going to be hard but she better accept that it was going to be her home.

She couldn't keep up with the stinking room and it made her feel sick, she removed the socks from her feet and used them as a mask but still, the air she breathed was the same, there was no difference. 

She decided to remove it and use her swimming lessons to hold her breath which help but for a short while. 

After some time, the small gap between her door was knocked and a tray was pushed in. It was food. She couldn't imagine taking food at this place.

"Quickly, stop lazying around and eat this," shouted the guard at the door. 

She stood and went to take the plate, to her surprise it's wasn't something she could eat. Porridge like rice, it was overcooked with carrots and some big sliced kales. She looked at the food and didn't know what to do with it. 

In her life, she jas never seen food that looks like this, all she is used to seeing is l, nicely fried rice and sometimes spices up when her mother wanted to take them to Indian culture, the salad is always nicely washed, sliced according to and carrots always cubed not big chunks that were looking at her. 

She lost her appetite and didn't feel like eating anymore, the poo from the floor mixed with the disgusting food on her eyes made her want to puke.

She ran to the toilet and threw up there leaving the food on the bed. Using the water from the tap, she washed her mouth clean before walking back to her bed. 

"I need the plates quickly," the warden came back and opened the small gap, Davids looked at her food and the guard who was at the door, she didn't know whether to wash it down the sink or to take the plate with the food. 

She has never poured food in her life, even when it remained on her plate, her mother would force her to take the plate into the fridge and warm her food the following day.

She stood and tried to peep around the hall, "excuse, can you please place it inside the fridge, I will warm it in the morning."

The warden laughed loudly at her and threw the food in his eyes that were peeping from the gap, "you left your housemaid at home, asshole."

"Ouch!" Groaned Davids after the food spilt in her eyes. She didn't know how to walk back and arrive safely in her bed, she used her hands slowly and she walked and she arrived there safely without stumping her feet on the poo.

'I don't think this will be fun,' she thought to herself as she washed her face.

She heard someone hit the wall from the other side, she divided to hot the wall too. She needed someone to talk to. She used to talk to her parents or friends but right now she was all alone.

"Hello," she whispered.

"You think you are at home speaking to your maid, no one cares around here, just eat your food and give them the plate, that's what they want sweetheart," said the voice.

Davids didn't know that the rooms were not soundproof, she could hear the person talking from the other side. Her coarse voice echoed through the wall, though she reared the gardener might come back and beat the hell out of her for talking with another inmate.

"I am Davids, I am here but I am still going through with my trial, I hope to get out of the place," murmured Davids.

"I love your voice already, what is a man doing in a women's cell?" Asked the lady.

"What? I am a girl, just Adam's apple captured in the wrong throat," the last chuckled from Davids words. 

"I can tell you are so funny, so, tell me why did they bring a comedian here, what did you do, like failed to make your audience laugh or one of your audience died after laughing?" 

"No, they said I assaulted my girlfriend, actually she is the one accusing me," said Davids, she went on to explain her story to her until she was done. 

"Trust me, in The Savannah, no one cares, you might be facing a long time in jail if your parents don't have good money to make them look away, or if you are posing a threat to the wealthy families," said the lady.

Davids didn't know where she stood, her parents had money, but she doesn't know if they pose a threat to other wealthy people. 

She has never cared whether they have money or not all she cared about was that everyone was okay with what she does. And competing with other people because of money has never been in her mind.

"I guess I am none of those. Wait, does that mean I will be jailed for something I didn't do?" Asked Davids in surprise.

"Yeah, people out there know how to pin evidence to other people and trust me they can have your face and prints on anything, so you better have friends out here."

This now start g to make Davids worried, he didn't know if she will be safe being inside here and if at the end of it she will get justice. She was listening to the lady on the other solitary acetal and she knew things will get messy if they don't find something that doesn't pin her to Daniella's rape case, she was not ready to face another day inside this wall, she was already tired and just wanted to go home and sit beside her mother on the dining table and listen to her rant how things are going with her business, listen to his dad close another deal and work on her project that she had begun before being captured.

"Why quite, are you afraid that you will die inside here, because this state sometimes con its rapist and they are killed, by execution, and the family are responsible for the type of execution," said the lady mak8ng Davids more nervous than he already was.

She couldn't believe what the lady was saying, sometimes people just say things to scare you away and after that nothing happens, but her intuitions were telling g her something different, she felt like to some extent there was meaning to what the lady was talking about.

He has been around for some few months, barely a year and she knew nothing about The Savannah state. 

She didn't want to see herself hanging on the former after beings killed, she sometimes preferred sent death, probably a ton on the head and sje is gone but this was making her nervous.

"I didn't do anything to her, she is just framing me, what will I do? We don't have evidence that I didn't do it a bit they have let's of evidence on things I didn't do," sa9d Davids.

"Sorry dear, say bye-bye to living your life because you have a new life darling!"