I knew him in high school.

But I saw him at a dorm party at my college.

He drugged me and supplied too many drinks.

A curtain was drawn between the room - separating us from the party.

When the music came on, he held me down and ripped my pants off.

He told me he had always wanted me.

He started to rape me.

I struggled against him. He was about 6 foot 2 - muscular and strong. I had no chance.

I was confused, helpless, lost. 

A friend outside the door heard me crying and she kept banging on the door. He finally got off me because she wouldn’t stop.

When I opened the door, blood poured from my nose.

My friend dragged me out and cleaned me up with her t-shirt.

That was the first time I was sexual assaulted.

It wouldn’t be the last.