Bye Bye Beautiful

All I can remember is the strong smell of alcohol. My head hurt, and I was dizzy, I sat on the uncomfortable couch in the back of the room. Some one, some guy sat next to me and held me. He told me I’d be feeling better soon. He took my hand and led me to this bedroom. I sat on the bed and held my head. I remember his smile, his smirk of mischievous thoughts. He unbuttoned his shirt and ripped off mine. He undid my pants zipper and took off his. I struggled but the alcohol was already taking effect’s was about to scream but I remember a sweat hand go over my mouth before something wet followed with it. Then everything went numb, I woke up. I remember what was happening. I remember that I was forced into this “Pleasure,” yet it was too late. He zippered his jeans, and closed the door.
Then I heard a crash, and I remember screaming. I ran down the starts and a car was in the wall. I remember being scared and calling the cops then ran home. My best friend died that day. Guess who was in the car?

Then when I woke up, it was September. Did that really happen? Or just a dream? I guess I better get off my bed, and take a shower. I’m all sweaty.