My New Year Kiss... Ode to my best friend.

I think her own words are best, so here is her story:

Her email to me starts here:

"You said you would help warn others about what happened to me. It's painful, but this is my story. Thanks for your help.

Why?
So, here in a state I don't want to name, I don't know a soul.. I don't get out and meet many people on average probably because I am disabled, but it's an invisible illness. I look normal, can act normal, feel alot of pain everywhere in my body.. nature of the illness.

I signed up on an Internet dating source in the summer, had not dated anyone yet. I'm cute, so people are always surprised I'm single, I just don't know anyone. Mailbox always full.

New Years came 2008.. didn't want to kiss my cat... again. I sent a mail to a guy close that had been talking to me. I was so excited to have a date, the guy, awesome. Checked him out, all seemed good. In officer program in the military. false comfort.

Suddenly plans get changed. I was lost. He was kind on the phone. We met up in a parking lot, where I eneded up purchasing something at a store for allergies (probably his cologne), and we left in his car. Thankfully I put the receipt in my coat pocket or I would not have found my car. After I was out of the hospital.

The dinner, weird. He was constantly gone, phone, texts, bathroom, something elese. He took about 4 bites of food. I worried, are you ok? He said his friend got in trouble.
Asked if we should scrap plans and go find him? Suddenly it wasn't a problem. We were at a dive but it wasn't his original plan. I just cared for the company and couldn't care less that plans fell.

I had been crushing on him a while... . we kissed and I asked what was wrong, he said nothing. I told him before specifically not to expect sex or anything more than a kiss in our email communications. He seemed fine.

The kiss for new years, is the last i remember and I did get a kiss. And a glass of diet drink, he got it for me. Tasted fine, toast, laugh kiss.. warm.
Soda needed ice, who cares. Just be happy.

Next memory. Shower, too cold. Hurts. So much hurts. Don't rub so hard. Tender. More cold. no covers. cold wet. Am i alone? towel? dark.
Next memory. I woke up alone, was naked. In a hotel. I didn't know what state, town, city, etc? Where was my car? No idea. I called the police and they said it wasn't their responsibility to know where my car was. Thinking i was a bimbo that drank to much I suppose, not drugged, raped, from the damage repeatedly. Left alone. I'm diabetic. Sugar less than 40, nothing to eat/drink. I couldn't hardly walk. I have little memory of that day too. Drug is strong. Lost. No money for a cab. Phone dead.

Hospital. Exam. Hurts. I cry. They document where my throat was holding me down. They stitch me back up, in that private place. I try to escape in my head. Glucose iv. Pills, so many to protect from std's.

Car? where could it be? I needed showers many showers.
As I sat there, hospital scrubs, not my own clothes, the police took all I was wearing and the biological evidence I gathered before I left the motel room. Blood, semen, soda cans and glasses. I don't want him hurting another girl.

I had spent hours looking for my car and trying to figure out details.

When I left the hospital they let me keep my coat, hands cold, in pockets. paper. the answer, my car was in another town completely.

Due to my medical conditions, I was told at the emergency room that street drug could have killed me. I was lucky they said. Why don't I feel lucky?

I'm a mess. I've been on bed rest for 8 days now. I am wearing 3 layers of clothes. So confused. Why? I was so careful."

Thanks for reading her story. I hope it helps someone.