by April May Maple

Created on: September 19, 2010

My mom always said I was too trusting. I always expected the best out of people, from friends to even strangers. I didn’t think it was a bad thing to be optimistic and believe there was  a little bit of good in everyone. Of course, I learned the lesson the hard way, but then again that’s the only way to learn some lessons.

College is supposed to be a period of growth and a period of self exploration. It is a time where young people can set out on their own and lay the foundation for life. Even tragedies can define a person and lead to a period of self exploration.

When I was in college, I was no angel but I wasn’t any worse than any one else. I would have a few drinks with friends. Some people you just shouldn’t drink with. Some people wouldn't think twice of slipping a little pill into a girl's drink and then carrying her to a bedroom and laying her down on the floor.

They don’t feel guilty when they steal her virginity that she has worked so hard to keep and under went years of taunts because of it. Some people just don’t care that she was saving it for marriage and it was supposed to be a gift for the man she chose to spend the rest of her life with.

Some people think nothing of it as she lays there barely conscious. They make small talk and comment on how dainty the tiny blue rose tattooed on her shoulder blade is. My blue rose was a birthday present for my 18th birthday, It matched my best friends. Now, when I look at it, I don’t remember the happiness. I remember the pain and it wasn’t from a needle.

That’s all I remember of loosing my virginity, how dainty he thought my rose was. After that I passed out. I woke up naked and dazed, a stranger's arm around me. Well, he wasn’t a total stranger. His sister had been a long time friend of mine. We had had slumber parties and he had never even looked at me. He was older and I never had any interest in him. He never had so much as said hello to me.

The next day played out worse than a Shakespearian tragedy. My friend drove me home in silence. That silence didn’t last and she was gossiping on her cell phone as soon as I was out of the car. It wasn’t long before I got a call from my best friend. This was my rude awakening. It was my best friend who taught me not to trust people and that there was darkness hiding in the least suspecting places.
She called me names and yelled at me. How dare I have sex with him when she had lusted after him

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