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All I know is his name was Blake. He was 21 and high and I was 15 and blacked out drunk on the floor in his room next to a friend that I thought would take care of me. Obviously she didn't. I woke up the next morning with a sickness in my stomach and pain between my legs. It's been two years and it's still comes back to me in bits and pieces in my nightmares. Me saying no, pulling away from him and then not being able to do anything. I don't believe I was full on raped. I wasn't raped I don't think, but I was sexually assaulted.