I remember arriving. there was a recycle bin at the door already overflowing with cans. I remember the loud music.
I don’t know when who where or how. the why and what were obvious!
I looked down and could see between my legs. he didn’t even take the time to pull my pants all the way off. I could see my area and his organ and my blood. even as he went hard I felt nothing. somewhere I threw up and my clothes had blood.
I don’t know how I got home or even inside without help or being seen!
I asked around on monday and no one but me knew what happened to me. if it was someone I knew no one could name him.
even later the friend I came with didn’t know who and didn’t see me with anyone and didn’t believe me. the main reason was that I didn’t get pregnant. biology is not my friends strong point nor is empathy.
— Survivor, age 18