When I was fifteen I went to my first college party. My friend Katie who was a senior and eighteen at the time had been invited by an older boy and I insisted that we go. She was hesitant but I pushed and she relented. So we got all dolled up and went across the city to this frat house. It was wonderful at first, but I was stupid and didn’t pay attention to anything happening. Before I new it I felt as if I was loosing consciousness and I didn’t know why because I had only had one drink. I realized I was in this guys bed and he was on top of me. I tried to get him off but I was too weak. During the assault Katie barged in but It was too late. I could tell by the look on her face that I looked awful from being hit multiple times while fighting him off. She and this guy we knew that was there picked me up and took me to the hospital. I was fortunate enough to never have anyone not believe me or call me names, but I still had a very hard time coping with it. I want to be able to help people with what happened to me but I don’t know how. Advise would be nice. Thank you all.
— Carson, age 17