I am a single child of my parents. I got whatever I wanted. My parents are working and I never had anyone to share my thoughts and emotions with. All I had were friends from childhood.

I used to believe everyone and talk to them because they were ready to listen to me. I was an extrovert too and I talked to random people in a friendly manner. I was 16 and I was doing my 12th standard. My classmate had a boyfriend and she used to talk to him on my cell phone because she got caught in her house.

I use to call him 'Anna' (brother) and he introduced me to a couple of his friends. Thinking that they're my brothers too, I started talking to them. But my friend had broken up because her parents made a big issue out of it. But I continued talking to him.

One day, I came home in the afternoon after my board exams. Someone knocked on my door and I opened it. It was a guy and I couldn't recognize him. I asked him what he wanted and he directly entered the house and locked the door.

I asked him who he was and he said he was friends with one of the guys that this 'Anna' introduced to me. I was afraid. I did not move. But I knew something was wrong. He said he knew that I'd be alone in the house because my parents were working, and he knew the timings of my school through my friends.

At that moment, I realized my stupidity for talking to strangers and I begged him to leave the house. But he forcefully pushed me towards him and tried to rape me. He undressed me and I constantly struggled to get away from him.

He slapped me and pushed me against the wall. I fell on the ground, passing out. I don't know how many minutes I fell there unconscious. But when I woke up he was trying to go down on me. I woke up, ran to the kitchen took a knife, and threatened him saying I would definitely kill him if he comes close to me.

He laughed at me but I hurt him. He left saying that he would definitely come back and take revenge. But he never came back.

This incident made me a completely different person. I went from being an extrovert to an introvert. I created my own shell and built a wall around myself. It totally shattered my confidence. I questioned my existence and looked for a reason to live.

It was very difficult for me to go through all this at the age of 16. I blamed myself for all this. I felt guilty. I was afraid to tell to my parents.

Now I'm 22, it took almost 6 years for me to get out of this nightmare. Going through all of this alone and struggling to get out of this made me realize that I'm stronger than ever now, and it is not my fault to get raped.

This incident would have happened anywhere to anyone in a different manner. All I wanted to say is, rape is not your fault.

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