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on?"
    She sticks her pen in her pocket and says, without looking at me,
    "The man who did this to you says you girls were all hanging out at a club, dancing suggestively and drinking heavily. He claims he was invited back to your house for sexual favors. He claims due to the medication he is taking for depression he snapped when your friend Emma told him no. He is pleading not guilty by reason of mental defect, and his legal defense has leaked videos of you and your girlfriends from the nightclub doing body shots and dancing."
    "But, we weren't at a nightclub! We were at a karaoke bar, and we never did any body shots! We haven't done anything like that since we were freshman. If there are videos, they are old and not from that night!"
    My voice is trying to elevate, but it's unable to due to my injuries, frustrating me further. I feel the panic starting to take hold; I'm trying to adjust my breathing.
    "Breathe, honey," nurse Deena says.
    "What's going on?” I hear my father.
    "What's going on? Turn on the TV, Dad", I manage to say.
    "Baby girl, you don't want to see that, but more importantly, the police and the district attorney have asked not to let you see anything until you give your statement. They are right outside. Are you feeling up to talking to them?"
    "Yes, I just want this to be done,” I said.
    I turned to the door, where two detectives were waiting along with two people from the district attorney's office, and a lady with a video camera.
    "Hello, I'm Detective Bliss, and this is Detective Chufee, and this is District Attorney Noel Perez and Assistant District Attorney Heather Franks. Lastly, this is Meagan Golden, our court reporter. She is going to record your testimony while we get everything set up. I would like to say that we are doing everything possible to make sure your attacker never sees the light of day. If you're ready please start at the very beginning of that night."
    I'm already in a panic and can't remember any of their names, it's beyond crowded in this room now. I don't look at any of them, I pick at the blanket on my bed and after a deep breath just start telling them what I remember.
    "It was ladies night at the Last Kangaroo. It's a bar about a mile from our house. We decided to go have a few drinks since we were all graduating on Saturday. This was it, officially our last night out as the September 4 ! We got dressed and arrived at the bar around ten. They were just about to start the karaoke contest. Up for grabs was, Best Group, Best Solo, Best duo, and the coveted: Best Random pair!  They have already picked two previous contestants to sing a duet at the end of the night, each category got a cheesy blue ribbon—like the kind, you win at a spelling bee. I was drinking soda since I'm only twenty the bar has people watch to make sure no one is underage drinking, it being a college bar people get drinks and give them to the younger students. The owner of the bar was scared to lose her liquor license so she always has off-duty police watching for underage drinking. The girls ordered a round of tequila shots and we found a table in front of the stage area where there was a table of rowdy guys next to us.  Tristan was there with some of the guys from our Conservatory. They always sing boy band covers or songs that would allow them to all sing loud, off key and all together. We all have been going to the Last Kangaroo since freshman year for ladies nights and karaoke; it gave us a chance to sing to an audience. With so much coursework, it was our only outlet.  
    The girls had their second round of shots and Whitney was called up for her song. She sang ‘Brighter Than the Sun’ and when she came back to the table the waitress brought over a round of shots and said it was from an admirer. The girls did their shots, and we watched as the group of guys got up to sing. They sang "Friends in Low Places"; I was focusing on Whitney who was telling us her agent had set up a few auditions for