I woke up from my bed. I could remember someone mixed dugs in my orange juice last night. I slept on my friend’s bed. I went to take a shower when I noticed nail marks on my (o)(o). I was horrified when I saw my hand. It was written. I love you. Don’t try to tell police. My friend was not there in the house. I was alone. My raper was standing right in front of me. He chuckled and attempted to rape me again. I somehow managed to hit his head with a metal flower vase. Locked the door from outside. I ran outside hid behind an alley and called police. Raper was caught. When will all this stop completely. I am concerned.
— Megha Sharma