I was 12 years old (now 21), I was naive, thinking nothing would ever happen to me. I started talking to guys I met online. Big mistake. ‘James’ would talk to me late into the night, when I was lonely and sad, he would always be there for me. I started to see him as a friend rather than a stranger. He asked to meet up with me, I didn’t think anything of it, I thought it would be nice, I would finally have a friend to hang out with. I invited him to my house, and we started to watch a film. He kept putting his hand on my leg, I kept removing it. He grabbed higher and higher up my thigh and i kept saying stop. He asked to have sex with me, I refused as I was only 12 and didn’t want to. He pushed himself on top of me. I managed to kick him off and ran upstairs. He followed me upstairs with a knife from my kitchen. He told me that if I made a noise he would stab me. He cut off my clothes and raped me whilst I cried as quietly as I could. When he was finished he just got up and left. I haven’t told anyone until now.