I got raped.
I’ve cried my tears; there are no more. I waited three weeks to tell my mom. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
You might wonder about the circumstances. It was my first month of college. I was drunk, far too drunk, and naive and trusting. My ‘friends’ left me alone with him. I hardly remember it, just bits and pieces.
I was a virgin.
Maybe it was my fault.
It doesn’t matter. I still think about it every day; those little clips of vague memory play over and over again. I don’t even know his last name. I don’t want to. I saw his face in a picture once and got sick. I never thought something so bad could happen to me. I know I’ll never be the same, and that makes me so sad.