"Mom. Please get me out of here. I'm not okay. I'm going crazy," Octavia cried, looking all dirty and malnourished. Her nails were all chewed down, and her black under-eyes were so visible.
"Octavia, I'm afraid it's not that easy. I need time. A bit of time. Alice is proving much more difficult than we thought. It's not going to be easy, but we're going to start the court process and see whether we can get you out on bail. Then the case continues. We're going to get the best lawyer for you."
"That can't happen. I need to be released now. That's going to give me a criminal record, and I can't have a criminal record, Mom. It's going to damage my entire life and career. You have to beg Alice to let me out."
"I've tried, honey. She's not forthcoming."
"I can't stay here any longer. The guards are so mean, and the food tastes like shit. I sleep on cardboard, Mom, and I haven't had a good bath in God knows how long."
