I told a couple of people I was close to at first but, I was still confused if it had happened. I then told my very close family friends who tried to get me to confess to my parents. Telling them was the scariest thing for me. I was scared about their reaction but, eventually, my mom pushed it out of me. She screams to my dad, and the next thing I know, they are on the phone with the police. At this point in time, I didn't really want the police to find out because I still viewed "her" as a friend.

If you were sexually assaulted or raped, it is YOUR choice to tell the authorities or not. I strongly encourage it (even though they didn't help me (we will get to that later) because it may help). Do not let anyone decide that fate for you. You already may feel out of control since you got taken advantage of, so do not let anyone else make decisions for you.

I remember balling my eyes out on the bathroom floor, my sister holding me. That day was the worst day of my life. Worse than December 21, 2020. My parents rushed me to the police station and Planned Parenthood. I had to get a rape test done and a TON of shots for STIs. (P.S. the fucking gonorrhea shot is GIGANTIC and hurts so bad. I remember sitting there while the lady is sticking the needle in my ass and my mom saying, "is it ok? Does it hurt" All I wanted to say was, "SHUT THE FUCK UP MOM! YES, IT HURTS LIKE HELL. I HAVE A GIANT FUCKING NEEDLE BIGGER THAN MY FACE GOING INTO MY BUTT!").

My parents then made me meet with the police and give them the clothes I wore that day to see if they could find anything.