My name is Kirstie. I'm a sixteen years old girl, I am a victim, and this is my story.
It was May 19, 2006..
I was going out, like I do every Friday night to go find some friends to hang out with. As I was walking I couldn't find anyone, but then my friend Shawn* came up from behind me with his friend Jordan*. We started walking around together just talking. I've known Shawn* for about 6 years now, he's a year older then me, and he's always been the big brother figure to me. As we were walking, all of a sudden he grabbed me and shoved a clear, round bottle of clear liquid in my face and said "Drink this!". He's about 6'5" 300lbs..and I'm about a third of his size. I was scared..so I drank the bottle not knowing what to do. The next thing I remember is running into a tree and not being able to get up. After that I don't remember anything except waking up in my bed the next morning in a hospital gown with stickers to hook me up to medical equipment all over my body. I was also covered in bandages from my hands to my shoulders.
I still don't know how I got home, but I was late for my curfew. My father told me about when I came in..I was staggering, I could barely walk or talk. I kept saying I didn't want to do it, but Shawn* made me. He couldn't smell anything on my breathe, so my parents took me to the emergency room. The doctors and nurses did tests on me.. my BAC level was .2 you die at .4 ..I was halfway to death. He nearly killed me.
I don't know what him or his friend did to me. I want to get tested for STD's, but my parents said that the hospital didn't do a rape test but I didn't look like I was raped, even though I kept saying he was on top of me.
I'm not alone. I have a friend who I just found out was raped last year and almost died because she had a 4 inch tear. No one should have to handle this stress alone. No one understands though, we need each other to understand.
You're not alone.
*Names changed for safety purposes.