I am going to start by telling you my story is a little harsh. My story starts with me being friends with my ex, still talking and being friendly with him, still hanging out with him and our friends. To this day, I still ask myself why I was still friends with him, but each time I ask myself I never get an answer. But this story takes a turn for the worst. My ex called me one day over the summer and asked if I would meet him and some of our friends at an abandoned house to drink and get high. I agreed and went to the house, but when I got there it was just him. I asked him where everyone else was and he told me they were on their way. I believed him and we sat and drank waiting for the rest of our friends to show up. When it started getting dark I told my ex that I had to go, but here is where it turns dark. My ex grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down to the ground. He got on top of me and ripped open my shirt and pulled down my shorts and underwear. He pinned my arms above my head and shoved his penis inside of me, hard. He continued until he finished he then got up and threw my clothes at me. He left, and I sat and cried for what felt like forever, but I eventually got up and left. After that, I had to see him at school for the next two years of high school. I never went to the police, mostly because I was scared that it might go to court. But from that day on I have never been the same; I have nightmares, night sweats, and night terrors. I am currently in a relationship and am trying to move forward, but it is very hard. My current boyfriend is very understanding and is there for me when I really need him. I have never seen a therapist or a counselor for this, even though it would help. Being able to get this out to maybe help others feels good. I now know that instead of being scared I should have gone to the police. I shouldn’t have let him get away with want he did to me. PTSD is what I live with now; it is hard to live with, but I push through each day. I also have bad depression, and that makes it a lot harder, but I keep pushing through. My story may not be what people first think of when they hear PTSD, but my story has left me with pretty bad PTSD. And it has taken a big toll on my life, and my relationship. My ex still thinks he did nothing to me, but what he did has turned my life upside down and I can’t get that day out of my head. My ex has a life of his own, a beautiful girlfriend, a good job, and his own place, but with what he did to me I have nightmares, night terrors, and night sweats. My life is so much harder because of what he did to me. My relationship even suffers sometimes because of what he did to me. And if anyone takes anything from this, I hope it is not to be scared when someone hurts you, and to go straight to the cops and let them put the person that hurt you behind bars.