The girl who spent 6 months in a psychiatric hospital. Me.

This is my own, true story about my 6 months in a psychiatric ward being treated for my suicide attempts, self harm, bulimia, anxiety, and PTSD


6. Michael.


Even saying his name gives me goosebumps.

We started talking on facebook, he was friends with a girl i knew.

By the next week, he told me he loved me. I didnt believe him, but it made me feel good.

He wanted to meet up, he lived a few roads away, what could possibly go wrong?

We met up in the park by his house, and the first time i saw him, i just couldnt take my eyes off his eyes, the kind of sparkled.. but with evil.

'Lets go for a walk' He said, and so we did.

We walked into the woods and around the woods until we came across this tree that was fallen. I stood on the tree so i was as tall as him.

He put his arms around my waist.

'Can i put my hands down there' He said looking at my pants.

I said no, i didnt know what to do. I was sort of scared.

He put his hands back around my waist, but i could feel them slipping lower. He put his hands under my trousers, and under my pants..

I could feel his cold, bare hands on my bum. It was horrible.

He slipped his hands round the front of my pants. No. This isnt what i want. I tried to pull myself away, but he had one arm around my neck. Then i felt him put his fingers inside me.

No No No No No this is all wrong.

He raped me.

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