I had just turned 13 and I was definitely a rebellious teenager.
One night around midnight I was woken up by my phone going off from a text.
It was my friend and for this story I'll call her A
A told me her and some of our mutual friends were going to "The Spot" which was the town hangout spot to party.
I know what you're thinking
And I agree it wasn't a smart idea.
But at 13 you couldn't tell me anything, I was an angry person looking for trouble.
I don't remember how I got to The Spot but if I had to guess I would say I asked another friend to give me a ride.
See my small town was rural. All you had to do was go to the local High School, behind there was woods for I'd say 2-3 miles and that's where the hangout was.
The railroad tracks ran threw very close to the hangout so most of us just followed the tracks, that way you can't get lost.
The party was wild and I'd say 100 or more people were there.
All I remember is talking to one of close friends but over her shoulder I could see the outline of a person.
Creepy right?
I thought it was a student or maybe even a parent looking for their kid. That's when I told my friend
"Hey, don't look but they is someone behind you."
But when I looked up from whispering to my friend the person was gone.
I thought it was a guy from the height but I never saw his face, clothes or facial features.
Just an outline because this person was standing maybe 10 or so feet away and we only had a small fire.
Some of us slept out there and I was one of them.
I knew I was too drunk to go home and no one could give me a ride.
One of my close guy friends Gabe had brought tents and other supplies so that's where we slept.
It was later that I got up to go pee (yeah don't judge me) I unzipped the tent quietly as possible not to wake Gabe and one of his friends who's name I can't remember.
I walked a little ways from the "campsite" but could still see the tents.
Walking back something grabbed me around the waist from behind.
I thought it was one of my friends trying to scared me or prank me.
But it wasn't.
I in that moment knew it was a man for he was pressing me so hard against him that I could feel his stuff (If you know what I mean).
I am a short person but back then I was even shorter not even 5 foot yet and I was pretty thin . I believe I was only 115-120 pounds at the time so I was a little person.
Doesn't mean I didn't know how to fight back.
Living in the small town that I did you had to know how to defend yourself or you'd get your ass handed to.
I struggled and the whole time he just whispered "It's okay baby. What's wrong? Why are you fighting me honey?" Creepy stuff like that. I knew in my head this man was going to rape me or worse kill me.
I at this time carried a 6 inch pocket knife with me for safety. I went to reach for it (where I always kept it) only to find it not there and to remember it was in my tent.
I had left my only weapon in the tent.
No one could hear me because he had his big dirty hands over my mouth and most of my face.
Honestly I thought I was going to die right then and there
Another thought hit me
It's my life and I need to stand up and fight for it.
It was probably my flight or fight
I slammed my elbow into his chest/ribs repeatedly to get him to let me go.
He grabbed my arm a few times but I kept going. Finally after 6 or 7 times he let go.
I probably broke one of his ribs.
I fell to the ground and with my right foot kick him in his jewels and tore off back to my tent.
I yelled for Gabe the whole way back.
He was the oldest at 17 and he was a tall and well built guy. We was like a big brother to me.
I woke Gabe and told him what happened and he immediately got up and looked around, but found nothing.
Only thing that man left behind was a few foot prints.
That night I slept with Gabe and my close friend in Gabe's trunk. We locked the windows and didn't much sleepy that night.
As far as I know the man was never found.
And to this day I don't know how he snuck up on me.
~Katie~
