When I look back, it’s just a flash of memories. I don’t remember where I was or exactly when it happened… But I’m pretty sure it impacted me in a way I’ll never be able to explain.
I had just turned sixteen. Life is great. I’ve got really great friends. In a flash everything changes. I’m in my bedroom one night and a few guys come in that I don’t know. I was half asleep so I don’t even remember there faces. One of them injected me with a drug that made me pass out.
The next morning I felt different. I started to collect the few memories that I had and began to realize that it indeed was rape.
This is my story. Be careful where you sleep at night
I hope that in time you are able to piece back together additional memories, but that if you can’t, that you can at least begin to make peace with what happened to you. Please also know that as part of the Brave Miss World community that you are never alone.