I went to a party with a lot of friends to celebrate my eighteenth birthday. When we arrived, there was a lot of noise, but not many people were already present. We all started drinking champagne to take off our evening in a grandiose way. On a fixed moment, I realized that a man who was leaning on a window-sill, was constantly peeping at me. I felt uncomfortable and it gave me the creeps. I told my best girlfriend about it, but she said it was undoubtedly imagination. I hoped she was right and didn’t pay any attention to him for the rest of the evening. After six hours of fun, everybody was tired and wanted to go home. We wished each other a good night and split up. I was scared while I was riding with my bike trough the centre of town. Suddenly, I was catapulted from my bike. I fell down and was overwhelmed by a stranger. He started removing my clothes while I was screaming my lungs out. A feeling of abomination took possession of my body. That horrible, unforgettable rape is a scar for the rest of my life.