When I was 13 years old, I was raped for the first time. I was walking home, and suddenly this guy grabbed me from behind and pulled me into the bushes. He tied my hands to a tree and he blindfolded me. I didn’t see his face, or hear his voice. I had no idea what was happening, I was terrified. Then he started to undress me.
After he raped me, he just left me there. I managed to break free and I put my clothes back on, I was shaking, and I couldn’t stop crying. I started to run, and I was so relieved that my mom wasn’t home. I took a shower and cried myself to sleep.
Two months ago, it happened again. This time, he had a knife. He also started to hit me when I resisted. I had seven cuts, all over my body. And again, I kept it for myself. I was so afraid what people would think of me.
Yesterday, it happened for the third time. I feel so hopeless, and I feel like this isn’t my body anymore.