I was 15. I was friends with a guy. Let’s call him J. I was into the drug game pretty hard, he was my dealer, and became a close friend. I would get drunk with him a lot, and he wouldn’t get drunk with me. And I soon found out why. After running away again, I went on a camping trip with him and some friends. Everyone was passed out. Except J. He tried to rape my friend and me. I fought him off. Later on, he touched me and over powered me. I kept saying no. Soon I just zoned out and let him do it. I fell asleep to him touching me.
A few months later I had a party. I invited J for some odd reason. I got drunk and high. I was having a lot of fun. Then all of a sudden I blacked out. I don’t remember what happened. Except one detail. I remember grabbing the sheets and that’s it. I was told J raped me. After this black out I came to consciousness again. I was later raped by another guy the same night. I remember that rape. Which I find strange considering I was more messed up during that rape. Then I was later told J gave me a new drug that night in my drink, and that is why I blacked out.
I am 16 now. I don’t do drugs anymore. I am currently in rehab. I don’t drink that often anymore. I was raped by 4 guys. And molested by 9 guys in a year. Everyone calls me a slut for it. But I’m not. I’m a survivor.
— Survivor, age 16