Don't know where to start don't really know what to say. I was raped in June, exactly a month and four days after my high school graduation. 50% of the time I blame myself for being so naive and stupid and the other 50% I blame the two navy guys I had never met. Before I get into anything and tears blur my vision I guess I'll tell why I am hear. And why I seeked out help online.
Well...as I'm sure many of you know, the legal system suchs and my case was dismissed along with myself. I slowly was dropped off the face of the earth and never heard of again. Even my victims advocate, who always acted like the good one, the knight and shining armor...well she too eventually stopped returning my phone calls. After being so rudely treated by the deputy I wanted to give up a long time ago but was pushed by my parents and friends. The case was acquited when the two guys passed LIE DETECTOR TESTS. YEP...even all of the physical evidence and bleeding and bruses didn't matter. Just because in there sick twisted minds they didn't think they did anything wrong...they got away. I said No too many times to count. I told them I didn't want to be there and that I didn't want to do that. I asked them to stop, that I wanted to go home. I cried. And eventually after an hour of distress I gave in, gave up...I felt so helpless. I laid back on the picknik table turned my head to the left and watched the rain fall down. I remember the sound my teeth made inside my head from clattering together. Rain just poured down on me and it was so cold I shivered but seemed to not care. The darkness surrounded me and though I had disasousiated hours before, I still knew what loneliness felt like. I'll never forget how lonely I felt, I never felt so alone in my whole entire life. All I could think of was I wish I was at home with my mom right now. Why couldn't I have just stayed home. How cruel and inhuman does someone have to be to do that to someone...and then say it was consentual. The sencond guy even covered up my face...probably because it bothered his conscience...bastard. I hope he goes to hell and burns forever. I've never been able to laugh the same...I'm so angry and i get ticked off so easily. I tried to join a rape support group through the sherrifs department but they stopped returning my phone calls...they calls would just slowly stop coming and then end all together. I imagine they do this to all of there rape victims that they don't make money off of. It's so wrong. It drives me crazy. I don't want to have to talk about this...i want to stuff it deep deep down inside of me and never remember it ever again. I want to become bitter and shallow. And forget all the love that has ever embraced me. I want to die...................Because living hurts too much.