When we entered the emergency room, I smelled alcohol-based cleaning fluid and sterile latex gloves. We headed towards the counter. I was dragging my feet. When the woman at the front desk asked me what was wrong, I broke down. I couldn't answer. Ami intervened and whispered to the woman that I had been “sexually assaulted.” The pallor erased the healthy color from the woman's face. “Have the police been notified?” "She doesn't care." Backwards. I was told to sit on the gurney and not to drink anything or even use the bathroom because she would be right back with some documents for me. I trembled as I sat on the pristine white sheet gurney. I had no idea what to expect. Ami sat in a brown plastic chair in the corner and looked at the cold, disinfected tile floor. The sound of beeping cars and ticking clocks flooded my ears. The nurse knocked on the door and both Ami and I jumped. He handed me a clipboard with some documents on it asking for basic information: name, date of birth, reason for being here, consent to treatment, and so on. I filled it all out as best I could, my mind lost in another galaxy. Also, how was I supposed to know what year my father was born and my mother's office phone number? Once finished, the nurse took her notes and left the room again. I looked at Ami and wiped away some stagnant tears with the back of my wrist, but she didn't say anything. The nurse returned carrying a white hospital sling which she fastened around my left wrist. Then she finally introduced herself to me as Katie. She pulled up a round wheel... in the center of the paper... or." I lied. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly before starting the car. We drove down the road, there was little traffic even though it was rush hour, and we got to my house faster than it took to get to the hospital. “Are you sure you want to stay home? How about you stay at my house tonight? " “I have to tell my parents, but thanks,” I said before closing the car door and walking to the front door. What would I have told them? I knew my mother would be furious when I told her that I had let a boy into the house while both she and my father were out. I slowly turned the knob and opened the door. I had been out for almost six hours and had missed dinner. Am I ready for this? NO! I had only taken two steps into the kitchen then BAM, “Daniella Rose, where have you been? You missed dinner," my mother shouted. "I was out with Ami.”