Sincerely, Aurora

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[in which aurora writes to a stranger]

Stranger, [October 4: college year one]

Hello, stranger. You aren't really a stranger because I remember what happened that night, but I honestly don't want to remember your name, at all. I do, but I won't say it because every time I even try to say your name it tastes as sour as how you treated me. (Though, I do know your name and dorm number so this will get to you).

Do you remember? I do. You probably don't since you were pissed drunk. You couldn't even get your dick hard. But you know what you did? You fucked me with your whiskey dick. Fuck you, man. I didn't want you, but I thought, 'hey, might as well make some college memories.'

How dumb was I?

I let you show me around campus and we wrote graffiti on the back of the head office. I thought you were going to be a fun and reckless friend I can go to, you know? But then you introduced me to your "special friend". You gave me not one nor two, but three of those small but dangerous "friends". I do take it as my fault for letting myself take those rancid pills, but it is your fault for taking advantage of me. You were kind of mean, too. After the ecstasy and some other shit mixed pills wore off, you said a few things while we had terrible sex.

You looked down at me, "wow, it really is bright in here," and made a disgusting face.

You later told me as we dressed up, "are you sure that fits you?" and then after that, "you should lose some weight."

I left your room and a week later, I hear you telling ang of your friends that went to your room about me. You also showed them my underwear that you refused to give back. I ignored you in the halls and tried my hardest to forget about you. But it was hard when I heard snickers from groups of guys behind me and guys coming up to me saying, "howya doing, Aurora, the freshman prostitute?" I never understood that, because I ignored everything afterwards. You probably told them I did it for money or for the pills. Or maybe you said something about me being poor and fat? I'm not sure.

These are my last words to you, my well-known stranger: fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling empty so that's why your wallet was empty the next morning. Oh, maybe that's why they called me a prostitute?

Sincerely, Aurora.