Everything that happened afterwards, was like a dream... a nightmare.
I can't think about too many details about that day, but the most importent thing I remember is, this man took my perfect life, threw it on the groung and enjoyed making my life a complete disaster.
To this day I don't know who he was and why me. But I don't think I', better without that knowledge.
I'm Sabrina, I'm 18 years old and I got raped.
The year all of that shit happeed, is a life that's not existing for me. I had to tell so many people every little detail about it, and I had to describe him. I couldn't. I can't. I have no clue how he looks, how he speeks, how he smells and I have no idea what he thinks.
'Sabrina, tell me how the seperation between you and your ex went.' I was torn from my memories. My doc looked at me. I told him, that Felix picked the bag up and then drove away. That was it.
We never talked about 'me and guys'. Actually there was not much to talk about. I've never let a man approach me. There was this wall inside me that blocked me everytime, aguy touched me where he touched me...everywhere.
Because the session was already over, I said goodbye, put on my jacket and drove home by bus.
1 week later...
Again, only one hour of sleep. That happens quite often since a couple of weeks. I think way to often about the rape. It was 6am on Saturday when I left my flat to ope the mailbox.
Bills, Spam, an postcard from Finland and a letter which had my doctors drafter.
Because I'm extremly curious, I put my keys into my pocket and I opened it with a little help fom my fingernails.
YOU WON!!!