I haven't had a lot of visitors in the hospital. I don't think I'm allowed to have visitors, honestly. Unless they're approved by Aunt Kathy and Uncle Jason.

While I haven't had many visitors, I do have a lot of presets. I have tons of "Get Well" cards, a few teddy bears and a couple bouquets of flowers. I'm glad people care about me so much.

The only person I've been awake to see visit me is Dallas. I've really just been sleeping all day while my stomach is being pumped.

It feels weird to have my stomach pumped. It feels like people are making me throw up. I wonder what happened to me. What happened exactly.

When I wake up again, my room is empty. All I see is colorful balloons. I'm not in too much pain. The only thing that really hurts is my throat and my arm where my IV is at.

"I'm thirsty..." I say to myself. My throat is killing me.

Slowly, I grab the remote and push the red call button for my nurse. I really don't feel good. My throat is so dry that I feel like if I talk, my throat will bleed.

"Do you need something?" A short doctor with blonde hair and green eyes enters the room.

I nod slowly.

"What do you need, Demi?" She comes over and checks on my monitors. "I'm Dr. Osborne. Remember me?"

I shake my head softly.

"We'll I've been taking care of you since late last night. You came in here in really bad shape." She reaches down my hospital gown and adjusts the monitors that are on my chest.

"...What happened?" I ask.

"You don't remember anything about yesterday, honey?"

I shake my head again.

"You almost lost your life last night. Someone up there must really like you to let you be here." She pushes a couple buttons on my monitors.

"I'll let you talk to the DA in a moment. Your auntie and your uncle are dying to see you. And I think you have a boyfriend who's dying to see you too." She pushes on my stomach softly. "You feel like you have to throw up?"

I shake my head.

"I'm gonna get another blood sample. To see if your BAC went down. If it's near the legal limit, I'll take the pump out now." She sticks me with another needle to take my blood.

"Ow..."

"I'm sorry." She only takes a little bit of blood. "I'm gonna take your bloo to the lab. When I come back, I'll see if we can get the pump out. You want me to bring you anything back?"

"Can I have a drink..."

"Nothing to drink right now, hon. Maybe in a little while." She straps my arm up. "I'm gonna send your auntie and your uncle in now. They'd... They'd like to talk to you about what's on your wrist."

I look down at my left arm. Sure enough, my wrist is bandaged up. Shit, Aunt Kathy and Uncle Jason know?

Dr. Osborne takes my blood and leaves the room.

As soon as she leaves, Aunt Kathy comes in the room. "Demi?"

"...Aunt Kathy..."

"Oh thank god." She comes over and holds me. She rubs my back softly and kisses my head. "Are you okay?"

"I'm...okay."

"What were you thinking?" She plays with my hair. "You scared me, kid. You scared me." She kisses my forehead.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be sorry... Don't be sorry. I'm just so glad you're okay..." She rubs my back. "Uncle Jason is talking to the DA right now. I think we're gonna press maximum charges."

"...why?"

"Demi, honey. ...you were raped. Brutally..."

"...oh." I look down. I'm so ashamed of myself. "I didn't know you could press charges..."

"Why wouldn't we, sweetie?"

"Because I was drunk... It was my fault..."

"Honey you didn't know..."

"I'm sorry for drinking..."

"Don't apologize honey." She strokes my face. "Shhh. It's not your fault."

"It was one drink... I didn't know..." I start to cry again.

"Demi... Demetria. Calm down... It's not your fault." She wipes my tears. "It was more than one drink, though."

"I only remember drinking one." I shake my head and keep crying.

"You don't remember nothing else?"

"No..." I sniff and cry some more.

"Sweetie, it's okay. It's okay." She wipes my face.

Just then, my uncle and a man in a grey suit walk in the room. I guess the guy in the grey suit is the DA.

Right after the DA and Uncle Jason walk in the room, Dr. Osborne comes in too.

Dr. Osborne talks first. "Demi, you're BAC is still a little high. It's at .12, which technically means that you're still intoxicated. I'm going to go ahead and leave the pump in for another hour or two. Still nothing to eat or drink yet."

"Demi, we want you to talk to Mr. Morris here. He's the District Attorney." Uncle Jason says. He seems a little on the angry side.

So many people are talking to me right now, it's nerve wracking. I can only take one person at a time talking.

"Okay..." I just say.

"I'd like to talk to her alone." Mr. Morris says. "No disrespect to you, Mr. & Mrs. Barnes, but it's a confidentiality thing. I have to speak with her alone."

"...Alright." Aunt Kathy leans down and kisses my cheek. "It's okay, honey. Just remember that nothing is your fault." She kisses me again and lets me go.

Everyone clears out of the room and leaves me with only Mr. Morris. He grabs a chair and pulls it over to the bed.

"Good day, Demi." He sits in the chair and opens up a briefcase.

"Hi..." I sigh. I don't really want to talk about it. I'm so stupid.

"So...I've been following your case since you got to the hospital last night. I've talked to many of your friends and I was able to put together some pieces of what happened to you last night."

"...okay. Am I in trouble?"

"Why would you be in trouble?"

"For drinking..."

"Kids drink all the time. Doesn't make it right, but it happens. I can't punish you without punishing everyone at that party." He grabs a few pieces of paper and a plastic bag. In the plastic bag are my underwear and my bra.

"I just want you to answer some questions for me." He grabs a pen and opens up a notebook.

"Okay..."

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"And when did you turn sixteen?"

"Last month... The 20th."

"Where do you attend high school?"

"...Mainland."

"What grade?"

"Eleventh."

"And do you know Cody Ross?"

"Yes..." I nod.

He closes his notebook. "Do these belong to you?" He holds up the plastic bag with my yellow and white underwear in it. My white bra is in the bag too, but it's streaked with red spots.

"...Yes."

He turns on a recorder. "Can you tell me everything you remember from last night? Everything possible."

"...I remember... I remember getting to the party with Selena. And Nick got us two cups of alcohol. And that's all... I had one drink."

"Is that everything?"

"Yes."

"Well I can tell you for a fact that you had more than one drink." He stops the recorder. "How does... 11 drinks sound?"

"Eleven?"

"Just about." He opens up another notebook. "Your blood alcohol count was .45 last night. The legal limit is .08. .11 is considered intoxicated."

"Oh my god..." I'm about to cry.

He hands me a tissue. "I'm thinking you passed out around 9:45 last night. The rape occurred around 10:00."

I just nod.

"I spoke to a witness, and he stated that around 9:50-9:55, he witnessed Cody Ross take you to a bathroom in which the door was locked and the lights were off."

"Okay..." This is so hard to hear for me. I'm so stupid.

"A few more witnesses stated that they heard screaming coming from the bathroom, but they were unsure who was screaming and they couldn't open the door because it was locked."

I nod.

"Around... 10:50, the bathroom door was opened again, and two people witnessed Mr. Ross come from the bathroom. The bathroom door was unlocked, but closed."

I'm crying. He raped me for an hour? An hour straight?

"Around 11:15, the paramedics received a call from one of your friends who told dispatchers that quote, 'my friend is on the bathroom floor. She's not breathing and she's unconscious. I can't find her clothes. Please hurry.'" He turns the page of his notebook. "Another witness told us that she witnessed Cody Ross verbally threaten you to take a blue Jell-O shot. The witness stated that after your sixth shot, he handed you a cup of alcohol, claiming that it was water. Apparently, this is when you passed out."

"...Is Cody in trouble?"

"We do not have him in custody at the moment, we wanted to speak with your family and see what they had planned to do before we make an official arrest."

"...Where is he?"

"We were told that he disappeared from the party after the rape was committed." He looks up at me. His eyes are sorrowful.

"Are you sure it was him?"

"We ran his DNA and it was a match."

"DNA?"

"I don't think you're ready to know details, honey." He pats my arm.

"...I want to know."

"We... We ran a rape kit on you, honey. And we found his DNA."

"Inside me?" What if I'm pregnant? Oh my god, what if I'm pregnant?!

"Yes, honey. There were traces of his semen around your inner thigh and around your buttocks. Traces of his saliva were on your chest."

I blink my eyes and cry some more. I'm so embarrassed and I'm so stupid. How did I let this happen? I should've never gone to that party.

He closes up his briefcase. "Your uncle said that he would like maximum punishment for Cody Ross. Do you agree?"

I shrug.

"Maximum punishment for him would be two years in a juvenile detention center. And five years probation."

"Okay..."

I'm so stupid! I can't believe I let this happen! I hate myself!

I really want to talk to Joe, but I can't face him. In entirely too embarrassed. I'm entirely too ashamed.

I'm not even angry at him. I'm angry at myself. I'm angry at myself for letting it happen. I'm such an idiot.

He raped me. For an hour straight. Not just in the front, but in the back too. For an HOUR. And I was too drunk to stop him?

How stupid... Can I possibly be?

How mad is Joe? He's probably angry that I got so drunk. Technically, I'm STILL drunk. I'm such an idiot.

Suddenly, there's a knock on the glass of my door.

I look up.

I recognize that dark brown hair and those wild eyebrows.

"Come in..." I say.

I'm not ready to face Joe.