Not His Fault...(Charlotte)

"Shit, Shit!" Dustin yells out, kicking the door violently. "Why the hell isn't it opening?!" 

I stare at him from afar, sitting in a corner, with my head resting on my knees and my arms wrapped protectively around my legs. 

"It's not opening because it's locked." I say, a-matter-of-factly. 

Dustin glares at me, hitting the door with his fist one last time, "Real positive attitude of yours, Charlotte." 

I shrug, "It's not like you're not being negative, either." 

He grimaces, striding up to the barred window, and peeking outside. "It's been more than 24 goddamn hours since we've woken up and we still have no bloody idea about where we are, or why we're here." 

I sigh, resting my head on the wall, "Well, that Ray guy, did tell us that we're here, because we were with Joey at that time." 

"Don't you dare take that jerk's name!" Dustin growls, gritting his teeth. "We're only in this mess because of him!"