I met him when we were in kindergarten. We easily became best friends. Few years later when I was 9 he tried to help me (I was in one of my first depression episodes) and he kinda did? I felt little bit better when he was around. Its how it started. But our relation didn't end well. It was few years later, we were about to finish primary school. I was 13 and he 15. Few days earlier I lost all my other friends, we had big fight. He offered I can stay in his house so my mom wouldn't be sad that I'm all alone again. I agreed, my mom had enough troubles because of my depression, I didn't want her to worry even more. So I went to his house, his mom wasn't there. He offered me to choose movie which we could watch. And then everything ended. He started touching me, even if I told him I don't want everything. I knew he had sex with other girls but I was 13 and didn't want to do it. However, he didn't care what I was saying. It took 4 hours for him to leave me alone. I was crying, I was screaming but he didn't want to listen. To stop. So 4 hours later when he finally ended in me I just sat on couch and didn't want to believe what really happened. Next few months I was trying to forget, I didn't tell anyone. I though that if I won't think and talk about this I forget. I was trying to tell myself nothing had ever happened. But when my great grandmother asked me (she was raped too when she was in my age) I couldn't lie anymore. It took few more years for me to tell my parents. And few next to tell my therapist. And now, many many years after that night I still can't forget. I don't know if I ever will be able to forget. When it happened I started to heal from my depression. Now I'm not able to live normally. I feel like that night took part of me from me. And I'll never get it again. Even if it happened years ago I still remember perfectly. I still can feel his touch on me when I'm going to bed. I see him in everyone. I'm afraid I'll never feel safe again.