Tracey

Tracey sits on the hotel bed as the sunlight pours into Room 108, clutching pieces of her torn prom dress. She just feels…numb.

It was supposed to be a perfect night at the Senior Prom! Tracey had been so excited when Chad asked her to the last dance of her senior year, he was the most handsome and popular senior. It was luck she'd been able to scrounge up enough money to afford her dress and she'd even found this beautiful blue prom dress, and shoes to match. She'd felt so pretty walking through the hotel lobby, the sounds of the Senior Prom pouring out of the ballroom.

Now she was sitting on the hotel bed, the blood drying on her skin, the bruises aching. She's too humiliated to leave the hotel room, so exposed and degraded. "I'm so stupid," she whispers. "Those girls were right."

A key turns in the hotel room door, and Tracey freezes. The door opens and a very surprised person comes into the room, a suitcase trailing behind.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" Fresh tears pour down Tracey's face - her humiliation is now completed. "Um, I guess you're the next guest in this room?"