I'm a young female living in the Midwest. Before I get into this I think a little back
story is needed. We have always lived not really in the middle of nowhere, but in a
rural little cluster of houses directly off a less traveled highway. Roughly about 10
minutes from town and surrounded by cornfields on 3 sides and a set of VERY steep train tracks
directly behind my house with another cornfield directly behind that.
most days being the bored kids we were in the early 2000's we had nothing else to
do other than play outside. No one's parents wanted 8 other kids plus their own running
in and around their house all day so most days we climbed over the tracks and would
play in the small clearing on the other side right next to where the corn field would start.
This mainly consisted of running around with no parental supervision and swearing any time
the situation allowed, pretending to be Pokemon trainers and throwing rocks like most asshole
kids, pretending they were poke balls. Anyway, on to the story.
This was somewhere around 2003 or early 2004 so I would've been about 7-8. I don't
remember exactly what time of year it was but there was snow on the ground and it was
cold as fuck, like mom bundled you up in everything but the rug kind of cold. I had gone over
the tracks with a couple other neighborhood kids, which by the way was ridiculously hard
considering I was in 2 coats and a couple of pairs of pants and could barely bend my
limbs, and when I say these tracks were steep, I mean like you could jump off the top and
almost hit the direct bottom. I remember arguing with my mom before I left because how in the
hell was I supposed to run and play like everyone else when I looked like a marshmallow child.
Looking back I'm happy she made me dress for the weather otherwise what happened could've
been a lot worse.
We were there for about an hour throwing snowballs (and a few rocks) at each other when one of
the kids (let's call him Dillon) decides it would be so fucking fun if we took the
sled I had decided to bring and slide down the steep incline of the railroad tracks.
This, to me, was the stupidest idea, but I was already one of the least liked kids in
our group and the only reason they let me hangout with them was because my parents would
always buy me the best video game consoles and I was the first person on the block with
a Gameboy advance, so I decided against saying anything because I didn't want to be made
fun of for being a wimp.
The sides of the tracks were covered in pointy ass rocks and led directly into a small group
of trees. Bad idea. But I went along with it. I told them I couldn't go down because
I wouldn't be able to climb back up with what I was wearing, but I would push them.
They agreed and soon all of the dumbass kids, excluding myself, were flying down the side
of these tracks and narrowly missing the trees at the bottom. You know that feeling you get
as a kid when you did something your parents never actually told you not to do, but you
still knew they'd be mad if they found out? Yeah, I had a knot in the pit of my stomach
just waiting for my mom to appear and start screaming at all of us.
After a while of doing this with no one getting hurt, my nervousness started to go away and
soon I was enjoying pushing everyone else as hard as I could down the incline. I know
kids are weird. Finally after the last kid came back up we all decided to go home since
we were getting cold and it was starting to get dark. The kid I mentioned earlier, Dillon,
being the little prick he was decided that I couldn't have my sled back unless I went
down the hill at least once. Since I didn't have to climb back up after I went down I
agreed, although I really wasn't comfortable with it. In fact I was terrified, but the
need to seem cool to other kids when you're young is ridiculous and soon I was sitting
on the sled waiting for my push.
I held on to the sides of the sled until my knuckles turned white and was ready to go.
Dillon comes up behind me, put one foot on the back of the sled, and pushes me HARD by
my shoulders. Instead of shooting off down the incline like the other kids, my sled stayed
in place but I did not. No, I flew off the front and started rolling head over feet getting
jabbed and poked by the rocks coating the side of the tracks. I remember smacking the
side of my forehead near my temple on a larger rock wedged beneath a fallen tree branch and
that's the last thing I remember.
I woke up in the hospital early the next morning with a bandage wrapped over one eye and circling
to the back of my head like you would see in a war movie. My left eye socket was broken
along with multiple lacerations on my face from being cut by rocks while falling. I also
had the beginning stages of frost bite on my nose and ears.
My mom was sitting in the recliner next to me talking to my dad quietly on the phone
about pressing charges. I was later informed that after Dillon had purposely pushed me
down the side of the tracks, he told the other kids, several of whom were his brothers and
sisters, that if they told anyone he would beat them up. So, they all went home as it
got dark and left me knocked out at the bottom of the incline with a bleeding forehead and
contorted with my bare face halfway submerged in snow.
When my dad came looking for me he went to the other kids houses and eventually, after
threatening to call the police when they kept telling him different stories they admitted
Dillon had pushed me down the side of the tracks and that's where I still was. My
mom told me several years later that when my dad found me he originally thought I was
dead because my face was cold and blue and covered in blood. He ran home carrying me,
threw me in the back seat of the car, and sped the whole way to the hospital not stopping
for a single red light. When we got to the hospital they literally had to cut me out
of my multiple layers of clothing and the doctor told my mom that if I hadn't been
so well bundled I could've easily frozen to death.
I made a full recovery with only a few minor scars on the upper left side of my face. Nothing
happened to Dillon because he was only around 8 or 9 at the time and before spring came
him and his whole family moved out of the neighborhood. My parents did end up suing
his parents but we barely got enough to cover the hospital bills. So yeah, that's the
story of how I almost died for trusting some asshole kid. And if anyone was wondering I
was no longer allowed to have anything to do with ANY of the other kids in the neighborhood
again aside from the ones who weren't there. I was also never allowed to go near the train
tracks again.
I am a female and i live in a decent area, not too bad not too
good, safe but not safe if that makes sense. People could walk outside at night and early
in the morning and almost nothing would happen, almost.
quick backstory, my mom and i never had much money, she couldnt really drive me to school
because it was hard for her to wake up in the morning. so to make things easier for
her i would walk to school, i live about 1 - 1 1/2 hours away from my school so i would
wake up around 5 and leave around 530 in the morning and get to school in time to dry off
from sweat and to do early studying just in case.
judge me all you want but unless you grown up with nothing you wouldnt understand me
and my family's struggle
so now to the main story I was 16 years old, I walked to and from school for a good 2 years
since i started high school. the way i would walk to school i is kind of complicated, I
start at my house, walk through a back alley short cut, walk through a park, cross the
street, pass a doughnut shop, pass residential houses, cross the street, pass a church, walk
down a hill, walk by a liquor store, cross the street, keep walking straight pass a mortuary,
starbucks, houses, and a police station and bam there's my school.
this journey would take a good chunk of my morning but i loved the morning fresh air,
I kind of live near the ocean so i could smell a nice breeze when i got to school, see the
stars, and enjoy me time before having to socialize.
well this morning unfortunately didnt go as smooth,
so i woke up, did my normal getting ready routine putting on a black polo collar shirt,
school uniform, black knee shorts, the kind you see boys usually wearing, and knee high
thunder socks, they were my favorite a yellow, pink, and blue stripe combo with black thunder
sewn in on the sides. I also had a hello kitty messenger bag with my cell phone, psp, and
normal school work.
so I started making my way to school and passed my apartments and made my way to the alley,
all of a sudden a black car with tinted windows pulled up next to me and some guy with a panty
hose pointed a gun in my direction, i was able to see though the panty hose and i saw
how mean his eyes were, I dont remember the man that much anymore except his eyes.
so he pointed a gun in my direction and said: you, give me all the money you have.
I didnt know how to respond so i just put my hands up, looked at him and said, " i just
have a dollar on my if you want that go ahead''
he got out of the car and started to frisk me, still pointing the gun in my direction,
he then opened the back seat of his car and told me to get on my stomach, because i didnt
know what to do i just did as he asked. He then told me to interlock my fingers behind
my back so i did as he said, he then suddenly bounded my hands together and then got something
to cover my eyes.
Im not sure what exactly was over my eyes but i feel like he used the panty hose on
his face to tie my hands, its stretched out fibers dug into my arms as i laid in his back
seat.
Him: if you move or do anything, i wont hesitate to kill you
He drove for a really long time, im not sure of how long but he did stop frequently at
what i believe were stop lights. in one stop he braked so hard that i fell in between where
your feet go int he back seat. He just laughed it off and started talking to me while driving.
him: so what's your name me: ( imma just use an aliase) K F
him: so what's your age me: 16
him: what grade me: 10th
afterwards he just went quiet and an akward air just went around us, I was really confused
on why he kept asking questions, but i thought that maybe if I got to him on a human level
he would let me live. after a long time of driving i heard my phone
go off, my friends usually call me if they notice that im not around at a certain time.
they called a good 2-3 times before i didnt hear my phone go off anymore.
him: your friends? me: yeah they always call when they dont see
me at school him: why
me: why? ( i kind of laughed a bit at this) because friends care about each other, it's
human nature.
another moment of silience before he stops the car.
I heard him get out of the car and i heard alot of typical background noise, buses, cars,
people doing typical chattering. I was hoping at this point that i was in the free zone.
i heard the back door open and i suddenly felt a cold line on the back of my leg, i
heard the tearing and cutting of clothes as my butt felt the cold morning breeze. I felt
like i had tunnel hearing, I heard just scissors cutting and clothes tearing.
after he stopped tearing my clothes off he propped me up in the back seat and started
to sexually assault me. I dont know how long it was but i did blank out while it happend.
I felt him hit my head and tell me to ' get the fuck up '
I got out of the car, still naked mind you, and followed him, he said to get on my knee's
and dont look back or he will shoot. I heard the trunk open and he threw clothes at me.
him: here take these
he cut whatever he tied my hands with and started making his way back to his car.
I heard the car door close and the engine start, the heat of the car backed off and
suddenly i felt cold air.
I sat there maybe for a good 10 mins before i took off the blindfold, the morning light
hurt my eyes that it took another minute for me to comprehend that i was in a open apartment
parking garage. i looked at my hands and it was slightly cut with, you guessed it, the
fucking stocking this asshat fucking wore, next to me were clothes, i think it was a
really big sweater and small pants.
I put them on in a hurry and noped the fuck out of that garage. I ran up to the first
apartment and started knocking, no one answered, i saw across the street that there was a mail
man entering an apartment so i ran across a busy street and tried to find the mail man,
i couldnt see him so i started knocking on a random door and cried for help.
fortunatly, a man opened the door and looked at me in shock, i just told him a very hurried
story of me being kidnapped and that i need to use his phone, he told me to stay right
there and grabbed his phone. the first thing i did was to call my mom, i know it sounds
stupid but shes the only one i could think of in the moment, she heard me crying and
i told her what happened, she was mortified to hear that her daughter was abducted and
raped.
she talked to the guy for a second and he told her that he was gonna call 911, he let
me in and sat me on his couch, he offered me water and walked around his apartment.
I felt kind of bad for him becuase you dont expect to wake up to a random girl at your
door asking for help. I looked at the time and noticed that it was about 730-8 ish, this
was 8 years ago sorry im not that specific.
a couple of minutes in and funny thing, my mom got to this guy's house before the police,
seeing her, i broke down, i cried like a little bitch after the realization came in. she stayed
with me and the guy until the police came in. the typical , what did he look like, what
car did he drive, all that fun stuff, but all in all the police were really nice. they
needed to take me to a hospital to get samples to test for dna from the ass hat dude, but
before i left i whole heartily thanked the guy and followed the officers to the hospital.
the after wards of the day doesnt really matter cause police inquiries are really boring,
but i was able to stay home for the day, my mom wanted to know if i wanted to take a week
off but instead i went to school because i really wanted to be around my friends. when
i went to school everyone knew, it was a small school so rumors go around fast, the teachers
felt so bad for my mom but they tried their best to console her.
afterwards my mom started dropping me off at school, she didnt want me to walk to school
ever again after what happened, the police never found out who did it, they caught his
car on a surveillance camera but no leads unfortunately
when this happened it felt bad at first because i thought that it was my fault, but now thinking
back on it, i didnt do anything wrong this asshat thought that he could take power from
me by being a kidnapping rapist asshole, but i became stronger from this i know that may
sound weird, but friends and family do help you in your time of need.
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