I was 17 when I was drugged and raped. I was on holiday with my best friend, and it was our 2nd night out. We went to a bar and started chatting to a group of lads. At the time it seemed so genuine and I was having a good time.
The guy who raped me separated me from my friend. She left and I was the only one left at the bar. My mind goes blank, until I was in the hotel when he was raping me. Did he drag me back? Did I agree to go back? I couldn’t move when he was raping my body was like jelly as my drink was spiked. I let him to do what he needed to do and soon thought it will be over.
I then escaped with my rapist next to the side of me. I ran out of the hotel and ran for my life with nothing but a bra on. I kept looking back at the hotel thinking he was going to get me again. I found my hotel and went in as I needed my insulin due to being a newly diagnosed diabetic. I got into my hotel then walked back out. I was out of it and didn’t know what I was doing.
As I shut my hotel door, there someone was staring at me. It was the caretaker of the hotel. I spoke in Greek and told him I wanted my insulin. He chucked me out of the hotel. I then prayed to god that someone would find me and help me. I prayed and I prayed.
An ambulance showed up, took me to hospital, and I was straight on an insulin drip due to the drug. It sent my blood sugars so high I could have gone into a coma. The doctor started to ask me what had happened. I was out of it. I don’t think I even understood what had happened to me.
He cleaned me up and the nurses stayed by my side. The next day I was released from the hospital. I went back to my hotel, then realized what had happened to. As I had no knickers on or anything. The first thing I did was ring my mum/ “Help me,” I shouted. I then got a flight home straight away.
It’s been 5 years for me now. I never went to the police due to it being the hardest case to prove. You have given me inspiration to do this.