Deadly Silence

Charlotte was huddled up in the corner of the room, hugging her legs and refusing to look at the room, instead keeping her head lowered. She had been having nightmares again. Nightmares she couldn't escape even if she had escaped the original place.
She had rolled around on the floor, images of those days so long ago flashing behind her eyelids, and she had begged herself to wake up. She had regretted opening her eyes though, as the nightmare had all but disappeared. It had only grown more vivid... and real. There was no waking up from this, she had realized that soon enough, there was nothing she could do.
The piercing scream that had escaped her lips was still ringing in her ears. Strangely it had not waken up her roommate, but Charlotte guessed it was because she had been drugged more than Charlotte had been. In either case, she didn't care. She couldn't speak to anyone, didn't even want to see anyone. All she could do now was cry, the tears running down her cheeks quietly. She had lost the ability to speak, and after the scream everything around her, including her, had seemed deadly quiet.

Anya woke up suddenly, looking wildly around the room. "Eric?" She called out to no answer. As her eyes adjusted she saw what she could only describe as her worst nightmare. She had been captured...again, "Well fuck me." She hissed

Charlotte ignored the voice, still lost in her own misery. She wished the woman would just stay quiet, it would be so much easier to pretend this wasn't real if she kept her eyes and ears closed. As long as she did that she was back in her own apartment. As long as she shut the current world out she didn't have to deal with it. It wasn't real, she told herself, it couldn't be.
She didn't even look up to see the woman. She had already glanced at her before, and it was no one she recognized. She assumed that was the best she could hope for, and yet it only made her feel more alone. She wanted nothing to do with her.

Anya laid back down and closed her eyes, hoping it would all go away, but she knew it wouldn't.

They sat in silence for far too long, though Charlotte was grateful for the silence, but eventually she would have to accept the situation she was in and deal with it, whether she liked it or not. Slowly she let her head rise and opened her eyes taking in the dreadful sight of the room surrounding her. It was unbelievable, like a bad joke. A very, very bad joke.
She glanced over at the other girl who seemed as horrified and dreadful as she felt, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and tired at that. No words could fix this, not any action. Why speak when there was nothing to say? Still she smiled in her direction.

[OOC: Oh my gawd Anya XD "Well fuck me"... That's why I love your character.]