It was late when Charlotte stepped into the room.  It was dark and she didnt want to disturb her room mate but she couldnt stop the tears.  She collapsed to the floor, crying, her head in her arms.  She couldnt stop the tears.  She was naked, her shoulders hurt, she was covered in the angry red welts.  She wanted to go home, she wanted to feel someone actually care for her.  She needed to feel arms around her.  But there were none forthcoming.  Charlie sat there and sobbed, her body shaking as she wept.