The worst thing you can do to another human being is to kill them and make it look like suicide. Or hurt them and make them believe that it is their fault.
The Girl with a one-track mind shares a horrific experience and its aftermath.
He raped me throughout the night as I tried to sleep.
He called me a dirty whore, a cunt, a slag.
And when he saw my tears he told me, “You know you want to do it – you wouldn’t have come here otherwise.”
At the time I thought he was right. I had chosen to go back there: he hadn’t held a gun to my head. I hadn’t tried to fight him off me. It was my fault for being there, for letting him do that to me. I hated myself. Even when I was in the bathroom, using toilet paper to soak up the blood dripping between my legs, I blamed myself.