I remember the first time I was raped. I never forgot my own thoughts . I thought to myself, “am I supposed to be enjoying this?” As he then covered my face with my red and black sweater . I just laid there and waited for him to finish with me. It was new years eve 2002. I was young. fireworks? No, not in my case . I rang the new year in on the turn pike, just crying and in a daze.
