What if he comes back?

When I was around 15 years old, I went away to summer camp, a week-long band camp. I had a wonderful time, I was a rowdy teenager, and I don't think I ever slept past 7:00 that whole week. I had a roommate that was a year younger than me, who I had already been friends with, she was cute and bubbly and we never had any type of issue. We both had a great time, I know I did. <br><br>The camp had very loose paternal supervision. You could very well come and go from the dorms, without even a glance, for the most part. This type of lack of supervision was definitely something that became more apparent as I got older. I was still just a kid and didn't realize how much it had. <br><br>During the nights, there were statistically more guys on these camps than girls. It had to have been around a 10 girls to like 30 boys. I didn't think much of it, I was a band nerd, out of my shell, ready to jam. I was very well liked by the guys, by this point. (I had only come to the camp one time before this, so I had already established a couple of friends) I was a year older in my second year, so I had grown a bit more. There were a couple of potential interests that some of the boys had in me. <br><br>One night, I don't remember if it was the 2nd or 3rd night, we went out to the parking lot to hang out by a camp counselor's car. There were several of us out there, when two guys approached me separately and asked to be alone with me for a couple of min. One was a smart kid, with black hair, who everyone thought seemed really smart, that I had also been friends with, who had previously mentioned romantic interest in me. The other, was a tall blonde who had been keeping an eye on me for the majority of the week. <br><br>I definitely knew enough to know that this was gaslighting. I was very well read, I knew this was a trick. So I told both of them no. One of them got very angry with me for choosing friendship over romantic interest. The other didn't say much and went back to his friends. <br><br>The next day, the blonde came up to me, when we were in the bathrooms, and told me I couldn't escape him and that I wouldn't leave the camp alive. I had several friends around, who heard it, and they reported it to the teachers, who did nothing. <br><br>I didn't leave camp, that was out of the question. The teachers didn't care, and I doubt my parents would have either. I didn't let myself be alone, and I made sure to always have any of my friends with me. I had several of other of the guys from camp who offered to walk with me places at night, and one who even stayed in the hall outside my room, until I fell asleep. <br><br>A lot of the guys didn't like that kid, and he was with his own group of people, so I could just stay away. I made it through the rest of the week. <br><br>The next year, I went back to camp, and I saw the guy there. I panicked a little, and I told my friends. They all together walked me around all day, and I made sure to have someone with me at all times. <br><br>That was over 20 years ago. <br><br>But the memory of this kid, and the hatred in his eyes haunts me. I well never forget it. It's been over 20 years, and I still can't get those eyes to leave my head. I still remember the way he talked to me in those bathrooms. <br><br>So many years later, and I still won't walk alone in the dark. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>This is the first time I've mentioned this to anybody, I've read this page for years. <br><br>&#x200B;