I was raped when I was 16. Im 25 now. He was so nice at first, asked me to the school dance. We showed up early and walked the halls of the school. We went in the drama room to sit on the couch. I had never been kissed before and was so nervous when he pulled me onto his lap. He kissed me. It was ok but no sparks or magic. Then he kissed me some more. I don't know if the rest was slow motion or if that's just how my mind saw it. he was on top of me and I kept saying please stop. no more. I pushed a couple times. but was so much bigger than me. stronger than me. I remember being afraid someone would walk in and see so I didn't scream I just laid there. tears rolling down my face. his weight crushing me. I was suffocating at least that's how I felt. my body betrayed me. he told me I was wet and I felt pleasure with the pain. when he finished he thanked me. all I could do was make it to the bathroom to vomit. I called my brother and went home. I never told anyone. I know now it wasn't my fault. it didn't just happen. he planned it. a remote part of the school. a shy quiet girl with no friends. I still hate that girl.