April Fool's Day

Prologue- Annika Claiborne (April 10,2009)

      What the fuck have I done? Why did I have to be so stupid? I could go the usual route, and say it's because I'm young and reckless, but I'm not much for cliches, and I don't make excuses for myself.      I am nineteen years old, but I usually try to keep my nose clean, unlike the other girls my age, and I have had a lot of pride in that fact. Until now. 

     I'm sitting here in my bedroom with a massive fucking headache. The type of headache you only receive when you've partied too hard the previous night. The weird thing is other parts of my body ache as well- my legs, my scalp and female parts. Why is this? I don't remember much from last night, but I definitely don't remember being with anyone sexually. 

    I graduate from high school this year so typically my Senior class has a slew of parties to commiserate the fact that we are done with high school finally. This is where I was last night, at my friend Marcy's house with a pretty big crowd. I sit here trying to dig deep into my mind to recover more memories from the party when I suddenly have an idea- I could check my social media account to see if there was any photos or statuses posted about the party that included me so I can reconstruct exactly what happened. Why the hell do I not remember anything? To my dismay, this search comes up with nothing- except for the occasional selfie of fuckboys  holding beer bottles and one video of a girl at the party karaoking to "Bohemian Rhapsody", which would be pretty amusing under other circumstances. 

I begin to close out of my computer when I hear the oh so familiar ping of my messenger letting me know I have an incoming message. Hmmm... That's odd. It says the message is from an unknown source. It looks like there are images attached to the file so immediately my interests peak my fears of fetching a virus on my laptop. It's pictures of a girl- clearly intoxicated and with two guys, and one of the guys is sticking himself into the intoxicated girl's mouth. I immediately feel stupid for opening the message because it was obviously some spam like the ones I usually got in the spam folder claiming there were "asian women looking for love". The odd thing was that the girl in the photo looked familiar, and it drew me to closer inspection. I scream in absolute horror as I realize that I know the girl in the photo- the girl is me. It was a little hard to identify at first because of the two guys covering me up, but there was no denying that it was me, myself, me. The thing that first stuck out to me was the fact that I was clearly asleep or intoxicated in the photo so it hit me with the realization that I was raped, and I immediately felt horrorstruck and sick. I was about to run to the bathroom and brush my teeth for an hour before I remembered the other message that was sent. I check this message, and this time it is a simple three word text. 

The text says: "You're mine, bitch. "