Call it by its name.

The incident happened at a bar. The place was pretty empty as it was towards the end of the night. Besides our small group, there weren’t many other patrons around. People were seated far apart, most of them alone by themselves. A few conversations were taking place but I couldn’t hear a thing. The background music was slightly too loud. It had a nice beat to it, so I didn’t mind too much. I couldn’t seem to place its genre. Some kind of House music? The place was so dimly lit you could barely see people’s faces clearly. Or maybe it’s just my half-closed eyes.

I was inebriated, perhaps more than I wanted to. My body felt heavier by the minute. Someone asked if I needed a drink. I waved my hand without saying a word. No, I wasn’t trying to be rude or something. Just dead beat from a long night of activities. We had gone all about town. All over. We had a lot of drinks. I lost count of mine. I couldn’t wait to get back home and just pass out on my bed. Yes, sleep. That’s what I need.

My eyelids drooped further. I didn’t try to fight it. I noticed that the others had left me alone to have their own conversations. Good. I just need a quick moment to myself. I tried to get into a more comfortable position on the sofa. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I thought to myself that it had been a rather fun night with these people from work. Now, if I could just take a quick nap….

… and then I felt something. Something that wasn’t supposed to happen. I opened my eyes. What the fuck? My mind sped as my body froze. Seriously. What the fuck? Unfortunately, it didn’t stop there. You tried to pull me to you again. I tried to heave my dead body away. You were strong enough to resist my resistance. My body was not listening to my mind’s commands. You began to bring your face to mine. I turned away quickly. I hoped you miss. I hoped you would just stop. I felt something slimy on my cheek.

I thought I was in a safe space. Safe enough for me to lay back and drift in and out of consciousness. I thought I was with people I could trust. People who would take care of me. Boy, was I wrong…

W e were seated in a room. No, it’s not that I was trying to lie or hide the truth. On the…

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