Awoken by a man dressed in white, “Can you tell me your name?”
I pass out.
I wake again in a room which I have never seen before.
Plain walls… Nothing but a bed and a sheet. I look in the corner of the room and see my laces have been taken out of my shoes. An abrupt knock comes through the door and a doctor walks in and hands me a pill.
Tells me that they will make me feel much better.
Still struggling with the worlds worst hangover/migraine, I take them and sleep for the entire day.

I still have no clue where I am of how I got there.
The next morning I venture out into the common area, to be greeted by a man with curly, scraggly hair. Maybe three teeth and the eyes of someone incredibly sad.
I slowly walk away only to a room full of people just like him.

Where am I?
I walk up to the counter to ask.
“You are in a safe place. We want to take care of you. We will take away those suicidal thoughts!”
I think to myself, “What suicidal thoughts? I’m not sad… I am more than happy… What the hell..?”

Later I am taken to a room where they explain how I got there.
“You had a lot to drink last night, as I am sure you found out when you woke up with a giant headache huh? You were crying a lot too… Can you remember anything?”

I shook my head… “No.”
“The paramedics found you in a field.
Your pants had been almost completely removed.
You looked a bit rough. There was a boy there… Do you remember what he did to you?”
She asked in such a was as she knew exactly what happened and was scared to tell me…