"Its Oh So Quiet"
Chapter 1-
"Danielle Marguerite Smith, please step forward." The enormous prison guard shouted into the room of women. I stood up slowly and walked to the front of the room, glancing around.
"It's Danni." I shot at him.
"I'll bet. Just get in, and take off your clothes." I shivered at this command. I knew they'd have to do this at some point, that doctor's check and all, but I was still uncomfortable. "Well, get in!" He shouted, and several girls turned to stare at me, their overly-made up faces smirking in my direction. I took one last look at the gray, plastered room before setting foot in the doctor's office.
There was no one inside, so I took my time. The walls and floors were white and bare, and the whole room had that sickening sterile smell that offices always have. I walked to the middle of the room, the heels of my shoes making small clicking noises on the shiny floor.
Click. Click.
I crossed my arms over my chest and turned in a circle.
Click. Click.
"And now: Presenting Danni Smith in an act of helplessness."
I tapped my right heel against the floor twice.
How many times do you ever get stuck?
How many times do you tread through the muck?
But you aint goin' nowhere...
Click. Click.
How many times have you known what to do?
But how many times could you never pull through?
There's no where to go, when you're trapped in a room.
Click. Click.
White walls, they surround me.
White walls, they astound me.
They go on forever, you want them to stop.
You keep running on, but you'll run till you drop, cuz...
White walls...they've got you all over!
White walls...
"Isn't she fantastic ladies and gentlemen? The famous Danni Smith...Danni Smith..."
"Danielle Smith?" I jerked my head up, stilling my feet instantly.
"It's Danni" I told the man in the white lab coat.
"Fine then, Danni, would you please remove your clothing so I can perform your physical exam?"
I looked down at the shining floors, and then back up at the doctor. "Yeah, I guess." I grunted, removing my shoes and stockings.
When they last of my clothing had been stripped, I leaned front first against a blackboard where the doctor took measurements and all kinds of useless crap. Did the court really care about my arm length? Did the jail really care about my arm length.
At long last the doctor gave me some dirty looking gray fabric.
"Put it on." He said. I snorted, thinking he was joking.
"You've gotta be kidding me, right?" I asked, unfolding the fabric to discover that it was, in fact, a dress. I very misshapen and wrinkled dress, but a dress all the same.
"No Joke, Mrs. Smith. You're gonna have to get used to this, cuz it aint gonna be gold and silver no more. Put it on, and get out. I've got other gals to check."
I gave him several malicious looks as I slid on the dress and walked back outside. He slammed the door, making me jump ahead a few steps, and run back to my seat in the grey room.
"Will the following girls come with me?" A woman in a similar gray dress called from the front of the room. She was big and had bleached blonde hair. "Sophie Daniel's, Helen Krosniak, and Danielle-sorry-Danni Smith!" She called. I smiled. She called me Danni. I stood up and walked to her, and she gave me a half smirk, half smile.
"You're the girl who plugged Roxie Hart, right? Well, things aint gonna be so sweet for you around here, I gotta tell you. Some of these girls worshipped that Hart chick. She was hot stuff." I stared up at her and followed her out the door.
"I don't do introductions anymore ladies, but I'm Mama Morton, call me mama. You're gonna stay in Murderer's Row, and trust me chickies, that aint nicer." She winked at us.
I turned to the girl next to me.
"What'd you do?" I asked her.
"Oh, nothin' much, just a few homicides. But they got just what they deserved, eh?" She flashed a toothy grin in my direction, and I cringed. Two of her front teeth were missing, and another few were tainted yellow. "You grimacing at my teeth? Yeah I know, fist fight...but oh well, aint nobody gonna care in here!" She laughed.
I turned away.
Shit.
What the hell had I gotten myself into? Why couldn't I have just dumped the bastard instead of shooting him.
Oh well, blind rage. All's fair in love and war I suppose.
But that saying's never made any sense to me, cuz nothing's fair in love OR war, come to think about it...nothing at all. Whoever made up that saying was a real Jackass.
A little advice from me to you? Life isn't fair, get used to it.
I sighed and followed Mama to my jail cell.
a/n: TADAAA!!!! The second chapter. I know I said five reviews, but oh well.
Now, I'm definitely not uploading chapter 3 unless I get 5 or more reviews since last chapter, so I should have somewhere around 8 or ten before I upload again.
Also, the song was one I made up, and you can sing it to any tune you'd like, since there wasn't really a set tune that I wrote it to. I hope you liked it, cuz I suck at song writing.