The tests came back that I had been raped by multiple men

I was stressed out the day it happened. I had been in college for merely a week, and I was already homesick. I didn't make many friends that first week. I considered myself a loner. But, my lonely days changed when I met this guy...Barry.

I met Barry at the coffee shop on campus. We seemed to have a lot of things in common. We both wrote poetry, were lovers of music, art, and marijuana. So we got high at his apartment that night. He even slept on the couch as I stayed the whole night, and he took me back to my dorm the next morning. We began to date.

Then, I met this other guy, Herb. Herb was a goody-goody, but a real sweetheart. In fact I liked him more than Barry. So we began hanging out...movies, bowling, poetry, etc. I had totally forgotten about Barry until I saw him on my way to class. He jumped right in front of me and said, "Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" I shrugged my shoulders irritably, and he stuck his tongue in my mouth. I backed away before he could get carried away. I realized right then that I had zero interest in continuing to date him or even hang out.

In the next couple of days I began seeing Barry hanging around my classes looking at me from the corner of his eyes in a weird way. The look was so intense, it gave me chill bumps. However, I learned to ignore him. One night I was walking back to my dorm, and he came out of nowhere. He wanted to take me to my dorm, but I frankly told him I would walk, and he followed me. When we reached my building he tried to kiss me again. I told him that he wasn't my type after all, and I apologized for leading him on.

He was blasé` about the statement. He said, "Okay, I'll call you later on tonight." And I said, "You can't call me because I never gave you my number."

And he says, "Don't worry babe, I got it off the internet." From there he walked away leaving me stunned. He called a million times that night. He would call and hang up, or say nasty things. When my roomie told him I was away, he questioned her on how he could get in touch with me. After I finally decided to pick up the phone and talk to him, he apologized, and explained that he just really liked me. I told him I would feel better if he didn't call, and he didn't.

I got bad news from home two days later. I was really stressed out about it. I needed to get high to take my mind off of it for a while. The only person I knew who had marijuana was Barry. I called him, and he told me he would pick me up. It was night time when he arrived. I wore a dress, and flip-flops. We went to his apartment, and got high. We smoked a lot. He tried to get me to keep smoking, but I knew I couldn't handle it. So he gets the joint, and dips it into something. I was high, but I knew that something wasn't right about the stuff he dipped it in. My body began to twitch, and I got this weird feeling all over my body.

I kept thinking something was on me, and I kept thinking I had urinated on myself. I asked him what the stuff was, and he said, "Oh, it's embalming fluid. You know the stuff they put in dead people." I couldn't believe that I had smoked it with him. Who knows maybe he never smoked any with the fluid on it. I can't remember much of what happened after that. I just know the next morning I woke up nude in a cemetery. My rectum ached so bad I couldn't even stand up. I was cold, and I had chill bumps all over my body. My vagina was swollen. When I tried to speak, my voice was hoarse. To make a long story short, I flagged down a policeman, ended up at the hospital; they ran tests that indicated that I was raped by more than one guy. Luckily for me I didn't have a STD. They couldn't find Barry, but after I came back home and checked my messages...this was what Barry said, "Payback is a bitch."