Me too.

I was seventeen.
I remember this night like it happened a few hours ago except its a blur.
I had just graduated from high school and it was the summer going into my freshman year of college. I went to a party with my three best friends. I remember there was a lot of people at the house. People of all grades were there. There was drugs: marijuana, cocaine, and pills. Its not where I belonged I had never done any kind of drug or smoked anything in high school. I remember having a beer and the next thing I know I was slumped on the couch with a gas mask on my face. I stood up so fast I collapsed and hit my head on the end of a table. My best friends who were there had also been drinking. Two of them had left with their boyfriends. I woke up on the couch and remember seeing him take my best friend into the back bedroom and I remember sitting there thinking that’s sweet of him. Hes taking her to bed so she can rest off the alcohol. Then he came and got me and took me in the same room as my friend. He shut the door and locked it. I was confused and remember shaking and slurring my words. He got on top of my friend and began to rape her. She couldn’t stop throwing up so he pushed her off the bed and he climbed on top of me. He raped me until I defecated myself. I remember just staring at my friend on the floor as her eyes just filled with tears. I don’t remember anything after that. Its just a blur. But for two years I kept it a secret. I recently told my parents and I am now getting help by going to therapy. It has been a long road of depression, anxiety, the “what if”. I have used alcohol, drugs, and anger to hide and to feel ashamed of something that I had no control over. I am a SURVIVOR.

— Megan, age 21