Monday, February 16, 2009

Who is a Rape Victim?

This account is entirely fiction, but based on many accounts that we have heard over the aspect of the semester:

"It was a Friday night. It had been a long, long week of classes. I had two tests and two presentations to give over the five days, and it was a lot of work to do. But I had done them all, and I feel like I did them very well. Still, I am looking for the weekend and the chance to have fun."

My friend Lindsey invited me to a party later that night, and it was one of the more popular parties going on. It was over one of her former boyfriend's house, and there was a lot of beer, people, and a lot of music there. I didn't care what kind of party it was, I just just tired and I wanted to let go a little.

Over the course of the night, I met this guy named Nic. He had just transferred here from across the country and had only been here on campus a few weeks. He seemed like a really nice guy from what I remember. After spending an hour and a half talking with him and having several beers, I remember passing out on the sofa on the couch at the party. Nic woke me up, and I remember his smiling face laughing at me saying something would happen to me if I stayed there. He said he was leaving the party soon anyway, and that he would walk me back to my room.

We left the party and I slept in a bed Friday night. But I woke up the next morning to find out it wasnt my own. I woke up in a strange room that I had never seen before. No one was there. My clothes were in the corner of the room. I was scared. I started to shiver...even though it was warm in the bed and in the room. Someone came walking in, and I immediately recognized him as Lindsey's other friend, Josh. I asked him how I got here, and where Nic was cause that was the last thing I remembered. 'You mean you don't remember the great night you and Nic had last night? He said you wanted it to be the best night of your life!' My shivers and butterflies in my stomach got even deeper. I asked Josh where Nic was. Then it got even worse. He had this questioned, confused look on his face, just the same confused look I had, but for another reason. "Didnt he tell you? He was only up here last night. He went back to Penn State this morning." I had been raped.

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