I Was Almost Raped
I've never told anyone about the time I barely escaped being raped. Mainly because "almost" means nothing to a lot of people, and when it happened, I was dubbed a liar. But here's what happened:
When I was 11, my aunt, cousin and I headed out to my school, where there was an annual charity auction. Most of the auction consisted of walking around and bidding on things, so my cousin and I headed out back to the playground for a while. A girl from my class came up and started talking to us, asking if Jesse, (my cousin) was my boyfriend. I said 'no', and she and Jesse headed off inside together to hang out.
During all of this, there was a man, no older than 25, standing by the building watching us. Before Jesse left, I asked him to stay, and that the man was creepy. Still, after Jesse left, I stayed outside and played on the swings. After a while, the man left, and I ventured off toward the baseball field next to the playground, where there was a creek in the back. As I started walking into the wooded area where the creek was, I heard footsteps and crunching behind me. I turned around and saw no one, and continued walking, a little spooked, but overall worry-free. Then I heard it again, someone was definitely there.
"Jesse?" I shouted, sure that he was playing a trick on me.
"Jesse, quit fooling around!" I shouted, turning back to catch him in the act.
Then I saw that it was the man from earlier, ducking under a tree branch and running towards me. I screamed and ran, but he grabbed onto my jacket, and pulled me back. He tried to put his hands around my mouth, but I quickly pulled my arms through and slipped out of the jacket, and jumped into the creek, crawling up a rocky hill and into an overgrown clearing above. I remember the thorns and rocks cutting me, and the pain, but mostly being terrified beyond anything.
For a while I lost sight of him, and laid down in an overgrown patch of grass where he couldn't see me. I laid there shaking and silently crying for what felt like an eternity, praying that God would kill me before he let that man hurt me. I just laid there chanting that God would kill me. At some point I had grabbed a large rock, and gripped it in my hand in case he found me. But after forever, he seemed to have left, and I peeked up past the bushes.
He had been standing in the middle of the clearing and saw me, and began running towards me again, so I threw the rock at him and jumped off the ledge back into the creek. I made a mad dash for the school building, and once inside, leaped up the bleachers in the gym to my Aunt and hid behind her. I saw the man come in panting, looking wildly around for me. A security guard came up and spoke to him, but the man shook his head and turned around and left.
I told my aunt what happened when she asked why I was bloody, wet, and dirty, and she told me that I probably misunderstood. The man was probably just wanting to talk to me or play. But hopefully anyone who reads this will understand, there was nothing innocent about how that man came at me and hunted me.
When I was 11, my aunt, cousin and I headed out to my school, where there was an annual charity auction. Most of the auction consisted of walking around and bidding on things, so my cousin and I headed out back to the playground for a while. A girl from my class came up and started talking to us, asking if Jesse, (my cousin) was my boyfriend. I said 'no', and she and Jesse headed off inside together to hang out.
During all of this, there was a man, no older than 25, standing by the building watching us. Before Jesse left, I asked him to stay, and that the man was creepy. Still, after Jesse left, I stayed outside and played on the swings. After a while, the man left, and I ventured off toward the ba
"Jesse?" I shouted, sure that he was playing a trick on me.
"Jesse, quit fooling around!" I shouted, turning back to catch him in the act.
Then I saw that it was the man from earlier, ducking under a tree branch and running towards me. I screamed and ran, but he grabbed onto my jacket, and pulled me back. He tried to put his hands around my mouth, but I quickly pulled my arms through and slipped out of the jacket, and jumped into the creek, crawling up a rocky hill and into an overgrown clearing above. I remember the thorns and rocks cutting me, and the pain, but mostly being terrified beyond anything.
For a while I lost sight of him, and laid down in an overgrown patch of grass where he couldn't see me. I laid there shaking and silently crying for what felt like an eternity, praying that God would kill me before he let that man hurt me. I just laid there chanting that God would kill me. At some point I had grabbed a large rock, and gripped it in my hand in case he found me. But after forever, he seemed to have left, and I peeked up past the bushes.
He had been standing in the middle of the clearing and saw me, and began running towards me again, so I threw the rock at him and jumped off the ledge back into the creek. I made a mad dash for the school building, and once inside, leaped up the bleachers in the gym to my Aunt and hid behind her. I saw the man come in panting, looking wildly around for me. A security guard came up and spoke to him, but the man shook his head and turned around and left.
I told my aunt what happened when she asked why I was bloody, wet, and dirty, and she told me that I probably misunderstood. The man was probably just wanting to talk to me or play. But hopefully anyone who reads this will understand, there was nothing innocent about how that man came at me and hunted me.
By:
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Age:
26-30
