Feb. 26th I went to a party in the city where I had one drink. My male friend asked me if he could have a sip of my beer and I obliged due to the fact that I wanted to dance a bit and I figured he would watch it. Didn't even think about the fact that males do not have the same stigma and fear as woman do about watching their drinks super closely. We finish my beer together at which point I start to get a tummy ache. I ask him if we can go back to his spot, so we could crash out. He obliged, by the time we reached his door he was really pale and he requested "water". The way he said, I could feel my arm hairs all stand-up. He had never asked me for "water" before...not like that anyways. You could tell there was fear in the way his voice quivered. I rushed over to fridge to get water out of the fridge. I grab a cup and place the cup right on the refrigerator and realize I can't remember how to get the water out. As your reading this your thinking, yeah dumb shit you just put the damn glass up the lever and you push down and wahhhlaaa magic WATER. However, at this time I couldn't think how to get it out. My mind was quick with haste, I run into the front room screaming "whats going on". I find my friend passed out face down in puke, he had pissed himself, and I couldn't wake him. All I could do was shake him and scream "please...please wake up". I run to the phone, I can't see any of the numbers anymore. My vision started to blur, my speech started coming out in gibberish and baby sounds. I run to the porch and start screaming and dropping vases, hoping to god someone will dial 911...please god please....let me live. It took four hours for someone to finally grant me peace by dialing for help. By that point, I had also peed my pants, puked blood, couldn't tell you my name...age...who I was...where I was...nothing. I was nothing. They charged in through the door and grabbed me and my friend. I could hear the ambulance driver say "I don't know if your friend will make it, do you know where his family is or how we can get ahold of them". I tried speaking, but nothing would come out, just gibberish. I was so scared, Im only 28, this would be the last day I will ever be in love, ever see my family, dance under the moonlight, see the sunlight...or even speak. I would be a vegetable if I made it through. The pain was so intense, I begged god to just kill me now, what have I done to deserve this pain. I felt like my mind was a blank canvas and all I could wish is for it to go away. I thought I would stay forever in this "place", a place of pain and suffering and that I would never be able to free my soul. I pictured myself buried in the ground and that I would forever play my last memories over and over again. I awoke in a hospital bed....I still didn't know my name. took days for me to gain my strength and for me to stop puking blood. My friend survived but he will never be the same. My body is still not the same, my mind is still not the same. I keep replaying what happened, I know I'm lucky. I should be happy that I'm alive, but knowing some fuck head went to that club that night to put something in someones drink not just to rape them but to kill them...drives me mad. how can someone do that to somebody? the contents of the drink was ghb, acid, and bath salts...if it was just me who drank it that night I would be dead. Instead, me and my friend rome around this life as fragmented pieces of ourselves....
Submitted June 10, 2015 at 06:21AM by sourmaka http://ift.tt/1B0Y0gS depression
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