Light cracked and popped in my vision, and I could barely breath. Someone was fumbling with the zipper of my pants. The strong, falling feeling, the uncaring bliss I felt as waves crashed against my head, made me loose consciousness. I woke, drowsily, dimly aware of someone swearing on top of me. I lolled my head forward, perhaps to see what was happening, and my mouth was assaulted by something wet and intrusive. I fell backwards, hitting my head against something hard, and blacking out again. I awoke, perhaps twenty minutes later, to grunting. I heard the faint zip and snap of jeans, then, nothing. I woke up, my head hurting, with no memory of what happened. But my too-short-dress was torn and crumpled, the strong scent of sweat and something not very familiar. I remembered the club. I remembered dancing, grinding myself, very unladylike to some hot guys. I remember one buying me a drink...then, blank. "I shouldn't have accepted the drink." I thought. I must have been too drunk and penniless to care. It certainly felt like I was drunk. My hangover-feeling was a testament to this. I smoothed down my dress as I sat up. "Strange. I could've sworn I never left the bar." I thought, as I looked around the disgusting, drab alleyway, hidden from view. "Why would I come out here...? I probably just went outside to throw up and I passed out! How embarrassing." I thought, as a strange realization came over me. I wasn't wearing panties. I was when I came here. I stood, finding my purse, thank god, with my crappy cell phone inside. Immediately I dialed my mom's number. "Jenny?" she asked hesitantly, thinking I was guilting her into giving me a donation into the bank of booze. "Mom...I-I-I t-t-think I was just r-r-r-raped." I gasped, tears spilling all over my face, making my awfully heavy mascara run. So I was bored and I just wrote this