It is dark and damp. Two beds with sheets that would come alive under a black light. You can smell the booze and cheap perfume. You are not alone but you feel isolated and defeated. A man a stranger you once knew. Hands you a brick. Confused and scared you say nothing. This angers the man he rips open his bags, dumps them on a plate. He breathes a little to heavy. You are now cornered in the room the words ring through your head "Just try it, Just try it, I just wish you'd try so you could understand". The words are rash, they cut like a rusty razor. Terrified and scared you fight for your life... It is now time for bed he forces himself on you. You don't want it, you haven't for over a year, is their something wrong with you? There is pressure and pain. He screams that you are no fun. Maybe you are no fun.. maybe it is your fault, maybe you should have done more. But it is now to late... none of this will matter after tomorrow.