I (f23) was kidnapped and raped for three days. I was going to kill myself afterwards, but I am in therapy and trying to cope.

When I was 14, I was walking to school. I was living in a new neighborhood at the time, and I took the wrong way to school. I remember a guy following me, but I thought nothing of it. He was wearing a brown jacket and jeans. My school uniform was a yellow top and a black skirt. I was walking to school, and I stopped to look in a store window. I looked, and this guy was still walking behind me. I looked around, and I didn’t see any other people walking to school. I remember I saw a guy wearing a red shirt with white pants on the other side of the street, but I didn’t see any other people with me on the side of the road. I keep walking for a few minutes, and I saw a corner store. I had a little bit of money with me because I always had money on me in case something happened, and I needed to buy something. I went in the corner store, and suddenly this guy with the brown jacket comes in. There were two people working in the corner store, and I was afraid. I went up to the employees, and I said “Can you guys watch me until this guy leaves?” The employees said yes, and I walked away. The guy in the brown jacket looked at me, and then he left. <br><br>A few minutes later, the employees said it was okay and that the guy was gone. I left, and I was still scared. As I walked out, I saw the guy with the red shirt, and he was walking beside me. He said “Are you okay? I saw you talking to the employees in the corner store like something was wrong.” At the time, I was still in shock, so I didn’t think. I told him I was fine, and he asked me if I needed help because he said something was wrong, and I looked scared. I remember he said he had sisters, and he worried about them walking alone. I didn’t think at the time, and I trusted him. He asked “Didn’t you see me when you were looking in the store window?” And I said no. He said he was walking behind you. I said I thought you were walking on the other side of the street. He said he was! I thought you looked scared, so I came over. <br><br>He had me fooled. I trusted him because he said he had sisters, and he cared about me because he said he was a good guy. He was right. I was really scared, and I trusted him. I trusted him so much, and I didn’t know. I was too scared to think, and he lied to me. I remember he asked me what happened in the corner store, and I told him. He said that guy was following me? He said “Let me walk with you. I will walk with you, and I will keep you safe.” I was so dumb, but I trusted him completely. I let him walk with me, and he started asking questions. What’s your name? Where are you from? How old are you? And I told him. At the time, I was 14, but he looked a little older. I didn’t know how old he was, but he looked about my age or a little bit older. <br><br>I remember I saw a taxi cab passing, and I thought I should get in with the driver. The driver was looking at me, and I saw the taxi cab. I didn’t think at the time. I trusted this guy completely, and I didn’t think. He looked nice, and I felt bad. I felt like I was calling him a liar if I didn’t trust him. I remember I told him “I will trust you, and I won’t think you’re lying. But you need to promise me you won’t lie to me.” He promised he wouldn’t lie, and I trusted him. I was so stupid. We kept walking, and I remember he asked me if I was thirsty. I was a little thirsty, so he said he would buy me a drink. <br><br>He took me to an alleyway, and I was a little scared. He said it was okay, and he said he wouldn’t hurt me. I trusted him, and I believed him. He said look - I have a water bottle in my bag. Do you want to drink from the water bottle? I said yes, and he gave it to me. I drank, and then I went to give it back to him. He said keep drinking, and I drank some more. I remember I was a little dizzy, but I felt okay. He told me let’s walk some more, and I said okay. I don’t know how long we walked, but he took me to an apartment. He opened the door, and he took me inside. I remember I was a little dizzy, but I felt okay. I don’t remember anything after that. <br><br>I woke up, and I didn’t know where I was. I had no clothes on, and I was in pain. I saw the guy with the red shirt, and he was sleeping. I was so afraid, and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t see any doors except the door I came in, and I didn’t see any windows. I didn’t have any clothes on, so I put on a blanket and I wrapped myself up. I walked slowly to the guy with the red shirt, and I saw a knife on the table. I remember I thought I could stab him, but then I thought I couldn’t. I was afraid to hurt him, and I was afraid if I hurt him I would be in trouble. <br><br>I saw keys on the table. I don’t know what they were for, but I took them. I had the blanket, and I walked to the door. I tried the keys, and the door opened. I opened the door, and I saw stairs. I walked slowly, and I was so afraid. I walked down the stairs, and I went outside. I was in a neighborhood I didn’t know. I saw houses, and I didn’t know where I was. I walked, and I saw a corner store. I went in the corner store, and the employees asked me what happened. I said a guy kidnapped me and hurt me. The employees said they would call the police, and they gave me a phone to call my mom. <br><br>I called my mom, and I cried. I told her I was kidnapped, and she asked where I was. I didn’t know where I was, but the employees told her the name of the neighborhood. My mom came to pick me up, and she took me to the police station. I told them everything, and the police took me to the hospital. I got treatment, and the police said they couldn’t find the guy who hurt me. My mom was upset, and she kept asking why they couldn’t find him. I was so sad, and I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to die, and I didn’t want to live. I felt worthless, and I didn’t want to be alive. <br><br>The police called me a few months later, and they said they found the guy with the red shirt. I was so happy, and I felt a little better. I went to court, and I told them everything. I showed them the scars on my body, and the judge said the guy with the red shirt would be in jail for a long time. I was so happy, but I was still sad. I didn’t want to be alive, and I didn’t want to live. I got therapy, but it didn’t help me. <br><br>A few years later, I was in college. I was walking on campus, and I saw a guy with a red shirt. I freaked out, and I ran away. The police caught the guy with the red shirt, and it wasn’t the same guy. He was wearing a red shirt, but it wasn’t the same guy. I was so sorry, but I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t know how to feel. I was in therapy for a while, and it helped me. I tried to kill myself a few times, and I went to the hospital a few times. I tried to overdose, and I took too many pills. I went to the emergency room a few times, but I’m okay now. <br><br>I am in therapy now, and it is helping me. I am trying to cope, and I am feeling a little better. I am trying to live my life, and I am trying to be strong. I am trying to be happy, and I am trying to live my life. I am trying to forget the past, and I am trying to move on.