by wake up Maggie

Created on: September 15, 2007

Rape. This word is still taboo in our society. It makes me very angry, because that is what happened to me. I was raped on the night that I graduated from high school. That night should have been a night that I would never forget and now I definately will not.

May 27, 1999 is a day that I will never forget. I dressed carefully and with purpose that evening, because I was finally graduating from high school. I was so excited when they called my name and it was my turn to walk across the stage and recieve my diploma. After the ceremony, I stopped by a friend's house-a friend that I had known all my life. When I got there and went inside, I found my friend's brother passed out drunk and lying in his own vomit. I got him up and moved him to the living room to sober up while I cleaned up the mess. I knew that he would be in big trouble if someone came home and found him that way, so I tried to help. He sobered up enough to try to thank me by stealing my virginity.

Eight years have passed since that aweful night. I can still remember every last detail. I have even seen the guy since then. He looked me in my eyes and asked me how I was doing. I wanted to beat him, horse whip him, anything to make him feel the pain that I had felt for the last eight years. I didn't do anything, but tell him that I was fine and life was treating me well. I walked away with my dignity or at least I hope so. I am better than him. I won't stoop to his level. I am trying to move on and every day it is getting easier.

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