I fell asleep in the wrong car

I'm 22F. I'm a waitress, and I live in a big city. It's pretty much impossible to park anywhere, so there are these parking garages that are scattered around.<br><br>One night, I got out of work at 8pm. I had parked in the garage and walked to work. I was tired, so I stopped to get take out for dinner and headed back to the garage. I walked up to my floor, but realized that I was on the wrong level. I wasn't paying attention to the elevators and had gone up more floors than I realized. I thought to myself "fuck it, I'll just walk down. If I take the elevator down, I'll have to walk even farther to get back to my car."<br><br>So I started walking down the stairs, and as I was approaching the bottom of the stairs, I saw a guy walking towards the stairs and kind of towards me. I didn't pay any attention to him and was just trying to get to the elevators so I could go down a floor. <br><br>I fell asleep in the stairwell.<br><br>I don't know why, but the next thing I remember is waking up and I was back in my car. I was confused for a second, but then I remembered falling down the stairs and hitting my head. I figured that I had fallen down the stairs and hit my head. I had a cut on my forehead. Or maybe, I was attacked by the guy who was walking towards me. Or maybe I was just so tired that I fell asleep in the stairwell. I didn't know, but I drove home and went straight to bed. <br><br>The next morning, I woke up feeling groggy. I had a pounding headache and my mouth tasted like glue. I looked at my phone to see that I had 15 missed calls from my mom. I was confused because I didn't remember my phone ringing. She called again, and I answered. <br><br>My mom sounded frantic. She told me that the cops had stopped by her house last night looking for me. I was confused and told her I was at home and safe. She asked me if I was okay, and I told her I didn't feel good. I had a terrible headache, and my mouth was so dry it hurt. She asked me if I had done any drugs, and I told her no. Or, at least, I didn't think so. <br><br>I was so confused. <br><br>Then it hit me. The guy in the stairwell. I told my mom that I had fallen down the stairs at the parking garage, and she told me to go to the hospital. I didn't know what was going on, so I went. <br><br>They did a bunch of tests. They took my blood, and they did a CAT scan. The doctor came in and told me that I had been dreted with GHB. It's like a knockout drug or something. I looked it up, and it's one of the drugs that predatory guys give to girls that they want to attack. It's supposed to knock you out, but it's also supposed to erase your memory. <br><br>It didn't erase my memory, and I think that's why I ended up in my car.<br><br>I think that the guy must have slipped me the drug when we walked by each other in the stairs. Then, when I passed out, he took me to my car. <br><br>I don't know what happened in between. I don't know if he touched me, if he did anything to me, or what. <br><br>I just know that I fell asleep in the wrong car, woke up in my own car, and almost woke up dead.