Monday, January 1st - 11:30 am

Last night started off like a typical New Year's Eve -

Kelly arrived at my house at 9pm.

We spent an hour getting dressed and ready, and then just before 10pm, Josephine, Jack, and Roger arrived. We started to play a drinking game, but we lost interest in the game and just ended up drinking.

At 11:30, we realized the time and called an Uber. Of course, it took forever for the Uber to arrive, and we ended up doing a New Year's countdown in the Uber! Kelly was sitting up front, and she gave the Uber driver a kiss! That gave us all a big laugh. I'm pretty sure he gave Kelly his number as we climbed out of the car.

I didn't realize how much I had been drinking. We were only in the club for about an hour when I felt like I was going to either pass out or throw up. Probably both. I made sure to tell the group I had decided to go home, and then I left. Being drunk, I accidentally set my pickup location two blocks away from the club, but I had time to walk there.

What happened next is kind of fuzzy. I don't know how, but I ended up in an alleyway. Maybe I made a wrong turn. Then, there were two guys helping me, but they ended up taking me back to the club. I didn't realize that until we were in another alley behind the club.

That's when one of them kissed me. I tried to fight them off, but I was way too drunk. While the one kissed me, the other held me so I couldn't get away.

He tasted like cigarettes, and it made me want to throw up.

But then the one holding me let go, and there was a scream. The one kissing me stopped, too. I had closed my eyes, I guess, because when I opened them the two guys were on the ground.

A third guy was standing over them. Something was in his hand - a knife maybe? It was shiny.

I was drunk, and I had started crying, and I had no idea what was going on. One of the guys on the ground was moaning and holding his arm. The other one wasn't moving.

I'm not sure if I passed out, or if I blacked out from being drunk, but the next thing I remember is being carried. The third guy was holding me, and all my drunk brain could remember was that he was a shadow.

I've tried thinking back to last night, to see if I can remember his face or what he was wearing, but I get nothing. Just a shadow - like he was some phantom or something.

I passed out again, and when I woke up about an hour ago, I was lying on my porch swing. I freaked out because 1) he knows where I live, and 2) there was blood all over my clothes. After a quick check, I saw it wasn't my blood. But that didn't help.

Was it the blood from the guys who attacked me? Or did the guy who helped me get hurt?

Still half drunk, I didn't want to think about it. I got in the shower and scrubbed myself until my skin was red and the hot water had run out. I threw away my bloody clothes. There was no way I was going to be able to wash out all that dried blood.

I tried to scrub the blood off the porch swing cushions, but that didn't work, so I ended up throwing those away, too. I'll have to go to the store and buy new ones before Mom and Dad get home tomorrow. Thankfully, they were just solid blue cushions - it shouldn't be hard to find similar ones so Mom won't notice.

I thought about telling Kelly about last night, but for some reason, I didn't. Writing about it has helped me process what little I can remember about last night.

I don't want to think about what could have happened if that guy hadn't shown up. Hopefully, he isn't some serial killer who comes back to murder me in my sleep.