Life in Prison Day #2 By Gina R Autrey
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Rated "R" by the Author.
More of what it is like
The daylight brought with it a new horror. I woke up and the first thing that greeted me was the pain in my back and neck from sleeping on that thin mattress on the concrete floor. Then it was the smell. I put my glasses on and sat up on the mattress. The room smelled like "period". It was horrid. I had two roommates - a white woman and a black woman. The black woman was standing in front of the sink naked washing herself with a rag. My other roommate was putting her jumpsuit on. Did they have no modesty? I turned my head and the white lady came over and said her name was Angela and that I may as well get used to seeing each other because who knew how long we would all be in this room. I told her my name was Gina and I got my toothbrush and toothpaste they had given me the night before out of my paper sack.
I could hear a lot of noise outside our cell. I looked around the room and it was just awful. The paint was peeling off the walls, there were bugs and spiders visible. I noticed Angela get a towel up that was under the door. When she saw me looking at her she said the towel was to keep the rats out at night. Oh my God. I was on the floor and there could have been rats on me? The black woman was now dressed and she came over and introduced herself. She said her name was Cyn, short for Cynthia.
They told me I better get ready because it was almost time to eat. I went to the metal sink and brushed my teeth. I looked in the makeshift mirror and I looked awful. I went and got the black comb I had been given and tried to brush my hair. I began crying. I just didnt know what to do. I felt so sad and so alone at that moment.
The door was "popped" and we were let out to eat. The women were in a single file line along the top tier and I could see the women below us going through a line and getting a tray. I followed the line and got my food and then we went back to our rooms to eat. It was a hard boiled egg, a biscuit and grits. I didnt like eggs or grits so I just ate the biscuit and drank the orange juice, if you could call it juice, it was more like orange flavored water. I sat there and looked around me and began crying again. I layed back down on my bed and covered my head with my coat. I didnt want to be here. I wanted to go home. I wanted my kids. I wanted to be in my warm bed beside my husband.
It was going to be a long and hard road ahead. My story will continue.......