So my best friend and I were travelling together for two months in Asia. Two weeks before we were headed back to Canada, it was 4/20. We missed the Canadian tradition but since drugs are extremely outlawed and strictly prohibited in the Philippines we figured we wouldn't get any. 

We actually did, miraculously, and we smoked at a lagoon. 

We had the most fun time on a white sand beach by ourselves spinning around in the water and playing like we were kids. It started raining and we laid on the shoreline as the waves lapped at our waists. It hadn't rained since we left Canada and it felt amazing. 

Shortly after, my best friend suddenly got stung by a box jellyfish. This is where everything went wrong. 

She ran out of the water and fell into the sand, clutching her arm. We could see the tentacles delivering electricity into her as we pulled them out, they stung our fingers as they came off. 

We raced to the bar on the beach where we had befriended the workers (two bar tenders and a band who played every night). They immediately gave us vinegar which helps neutralize the acids in the venom. 

She already had a worsening ear infection (no access to drugs where we were) and now she has a major jellyfish sting. 

She wasnt doing well. 

That night she was in too much pain to sleep and left to the bar to get some drinks in her to help with the pain. I remember saying goodnight and being burnt out as hell. We had never separated more than a few meters from each other the entire time we travelled and I wish we never did. 

I remember waking up, not knowing what time it was, but checking to see if she had come to bed. She didn't. 

I remember seeing light in the windows when I felt her come to bed. I was too tired to say anything. 

When we woke up in the morning she told me the guitarist had raped her on the beach after they all fed her with alcohol, cigarettes and weed.
Her wounds were so much worse and filled with sand. 

We ended up going to the cops but there was no police where we were. We took a tiny boat through a storm and got soaked, only to find out that she'd have to return to the Philippines to go through with a conviction. We could do nothing. What's worse is the rapists friends were all milling around and she didn't want to see them. We requested they not be there but they did nothing to protect her from them and their stares and comments. 

That night she was so strong, although she cried and was in a lot of pain. She wrote him a letter about consent for him to find when he was released from his overnight stay in jail. 

She asked me to bring it there. 

Now I was absolutely filled with rage. I considered murdering him in cold blood but decided to go with police because I knew he wouldn't be alone. If he was, I might have done it. 

I went over and delivered my previous best friends letter about consent to two drunk bar dwellers (his friends) who were sitting in chairs on the beach. I told them to give it to him and they were like "aight whatever" 

I turned away to leave. I looked over my shoulder. I saw his guitar on the stage in the bar. He had told us it was his prized possession when we were all hanging out a few nights before. 

I ran up and stole that fucking thing. I ran down the beach a little and smashed it to absolute pieces as I screamed incoherently about how much I hate him. 

A man who was walking along the beach asked me if I was okay and I just grunted and left. 

I wish I could have burned down that whole fucking illegal bar. I dream of going back to that beach town and brutally murdering him all the time. 