So I guess a little about me, I’m a girl, born that way! I was a cheerleader all through high school and I come from a single parent only one child home, just my dad and me! A few years ago, my dad asked me to take out the garbage, this was part of my weekly chores. Our neighbor’s son, he was in his mid-thirties then, was in his parent’s driveway sitting in his large truck. I took the garbage to the end of the driveway, and on my way back up our driveway, he called out to me “Hey Beautiful.” I went over to the edge of our yard to talk to him. He was really really drunk and had a beer in his hand. He started talking about how he hated his fiancée and how he hated having kids. He than asked me, “how much money for a blow job”. I was really taken aback and I really thought he was joking. I mean the age difference was a lot. I said, “you can’t afford me”. He said, “oh, so you know how to give one” I just laughed. He got out of his truck and started to pee beside it. I said, “well, good night” and started to walk away. All of a sudden he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to a shed in the backyard. I have no idea why, but I sincerely thought he was just playing with me. Like I was scared, but I just really thought he was going to lock me in the shed as a really bad joke. I kept asking, “what are you doing?” When we got to the shed, he threw me on the floor and shut the door behind us. This is when I realized I was in danger. He took out a knife from his pocket, and I started screaming. He ran over to me and he put his hand over my mouth. I was so scared and crying. He took off his pants and ordered me to take off my shorts. I was too scared to move and that is when he put the first cut on me. He cut my arm. Like bad. I was crying, “please no.” He got a rope off the wall and tied my hands together above my head because I was trying to push his hands away. I had scratched his arm with my nails and he called me a, “little bitch” right before he tied me up. He then took off my shorts and undies. I was so scared, but he kept cutting me, so I just closed my eyes as he forced himself inside of me “down there”. It hurt so bad and I felt so gross. I was screaming “please stop,” “no,” “please.” I felt him pull out and he started shoving his “thing” into my mouth. It was sooo gross and it had so much blood on it and I was gagging. I bit down on it and he slapped my face and said, “you fucking bitch, you wanna fuckin die” and he spit on me. He took the ropes off and I threw up. He backed away because of that, and I just ran to the door and was able to get out and ran to my house and to my room. I just sat on the floor against the door and cried, a lot, the whole night. The next morning, I just went to my PCP and just broke down in the lobby. I don’t remember much after that. In fact, the next 3 weeks I don’t remember much. I remember the rape kit and it was horrible. I just wanted clothes and to sleep. I was so exhausted and tired and there were so many photos and questions. They told me I was in shock. The next day I went to the police station. That was the hardest part of all of it. I was soooo scared they wouldn’t believe me. I remember a few weeks later it was like a fog was lifted. I think what I felt the most those first few months was this overwhelming numbness. I felt like no one could possibly understand what I felt and I very much felt very alone. So alone… I desperately wanted someone to help me. It sucked. I decided, at the pushing of my dad, to talk to a therapist and I would later go to a psychiatrist. It hasn’t been easy. Hours and hours and a lot of small victories and I’m finally at a place where a new normal is starting to be here. I think the most important thing I’ve learned that there is never a getting back to the before rape me. She is long gone. I have ptsd and will probably be on medication to deal with the trauma for the rest of me life. I have very serious anxiety attacks. The worst thing is that he damaged my insides so bad that I officially can’t have children. That is a HUGE thing and I don’t know how to get past that. I had a LOT of physical healing and I have a LOT of scars on my body. I can’t hide these. I always get asked how did you get these scars. Moving on has been tough but I am fucking strong and I lived. I am glad I’m alive. There were times I didn’t want to go one. Since my rape, I met my person and I am getting married in a month! I’m not the same but I am proud of the work I did because of how hard it was. So yeah this is my story. Thank you for reading. -{~name~}