I was 19 years old when it happened. I was out with my best friend (at the time). She invited me to a game night and drinks with her, her boyfriend and their friends. I remember going there, having a drink… that’s all I remember…. until the next morning. I woke up at my home in bed. I was sore and terribly bruised. My arms, my neck, my inner thighs were black with bruising. I had semen in my underwear and dried to my lower body. I yelled to my roommate who came rushing to me and begged me to go to the hospital; I refused… After trying numerous times to get a hold of the friend I went out with, she finally, returned my call. I asked her what had happened, how did I get home, who did this to me? She wouldn’t answered any of my questions. I was 19 years old when this happened, I am now 37 years. It’s been 18 years and my “friend” has never spoken to me since that horrific Saturday night. I believe she knows what happened to me and who did this to me. What I don’t understand is how can she keep this to herself, how does she live with herself knowing the truth?