I went. I had to phone the police, the hospital couldn't do anything. I came home and phoned them with a female receptionist here. She was really helpful. I was garteful that she was here.

He couldn't have come with me.. By the time we were finished it was 3am. i cried, I panicked, I was trembling so much, even with four layers of clothing on, I felt frozen. They tried making me say that I only reported it to save myself from my boyfriend breaking up with me. To "prove" to him that it was rape.. I got angry and said that's sick and twisted.. I could never do that. I don't like getting people into trouble, especially if they've done nothing wrong.. And the interviewer sat and listened.. It was awful.. But one thing I really hope is that they got all the tears and anger and panicking on camera. Along with the frustration of not remembering some things..

He loves me? What.. When he says this once I tell him: "I don't know why I ever f*cking stayed with you through all this s**t, because that's all you've ever f*cking given out. S**t. You're not worth it, you really aren't, you screwed in the head, f*cked up. I knew this was going to happen, i should've listened to my parents.