Unfortunately, Life is but a Dream…

Whoever knows me and has been reading my blog must think I am crazy. What my mother has just told me is the most horrible thing I could ever imagine. As for the comment from you, Justin: You can just go and screw yourself. I am going to tell my story in full.
So, here it goes…
I am so embarrassed. I know I shouldn’t be because this isn’t my fault. I can’t help to think though that I should have sensed something. I did, but not enough to do something about it in time. He slipped drugs in my drink when I left the room with my girlfriends for the bathroom. After my friends left, I fell into a comatose state, and he raped me. My mom came home finding me in my bed in a deranged position, with no clothing on. My mother tried to wake me, but it was impossible. So she took me to the nearest hospital, where I woke up about five hours later, but I had lost my memory. They allowed me to use my laptop, hoping to stimulate me. After I had woken up, I experienced hallucinations. According to the doctors, he slipped acid and a Rohypnol in my drink, and I was lucky to be alive. They could not guarantee that I would regain my memory. They said I was in such a state of shock that I would not speak to anyone. To their surprise I spoke in full sentences on the laptop. Therefore, they attributed my lack of speaking to extreme shock. Due to privacy issues, only my mother could read my blog, and later she told Libby. Hopefully, this did not spread throughout my school. It is insane how I could immerse myself in a fictional world in order to cope with my victimized state. I honestly don’t remember any writings. As a reminder, I am keeping this blog. Through it, I will tell my story for those who have also experienced sexual assault or rape.

Am I Dreaming..?

I woke up again, which is confusing me… I don’t know what is real anymore. I’m home in my bed with my cat, Midnight, and I feel lost. Where was I before? I’ll be back to update; my mom just walked in my room.