By Eva
I remember 8 shots
I remember not wanting to take the 9th
I don’t remember when I stopped
I remember blinding lights
I remember melted ice cream
I don’t remember eating it
I remember laughing
I remember incoherent sentences
I don’t remember what I said
I remember kissing her
I remember not liking it
I don’t remember asking to do it again
I remember texting her
I remember saying I love you
I don’t remember what else I said
I remember more bright lights
I remember the painting at the top of the steps
I don’t remember walking up them
I remember the oak night stands
I remember my phone layed on the one to the left
I don’t remember why I went upstairs
I remember her turning on the music
I remember a white sheet of paper
I don’t remember why it appeared
I remember my bra was off
I remember theirs were too
I don’t remember how we got that way
I remember I had no clothes
I remember they didn’t either
I don’t remember how we got that way
I remember remembering a yes
I remember not wanting to be there
I don’t remember saying yes
I remember time moving to slow
I remember a pungent smell
I don’t remember why
I remember wanting to leave
I remember I didn’t
I don’t remember why
I remember being dressed
I remember not having my socks
I don’t remember getting dressed
I remember texting her
I remember her not answering
I don’t remember how I got my phone
I remember darkness
I remember cold stone
I don’t remember going down the stairs
I remember sleeping in a large bed
I remember wanting to leave
I don’t remember getting into the bed
I remember 3 am
I remember her taking away my phone
I don’t remember where it went
I remember waking up before everyone else
I remember leaving the bed
I didn’t remember why
I remember showering
I remember not being able to find a hairbrush
I didn’t remember why
I remember avoiding the downstairs
I remember finding my socks
I didn’t remember why
I remember finding the ice cream
I remember not really helping clean up
I didn’t remember why
I remember leaving as fast as I could
I remember an empty vodka bottle next to me
I didn’t remember why
I remember driving away
I remember a text
I remembered why
I am 17 and I see the girl who did this to me every day in history. I have yet to tell my girlfriend because she herself just experienced a rape. The girl who did this doesn’t know I don’t remember. I have never felt so alone before.