Heya, I'm really new to this so forgive me if I do anything wrong aha,
I was falsely accused of rape when I was 13 years old by a girl who was 12. I believed me and this girl were good friends, we were there for each other, I helped her through a lot, but after a while I started to realise something.. Wasn't quite right with her, she was obsessed with me, she'd wait outside my house, steal clothes from my room to wear for herself, send me many, many text messages, the list goes on.
One night me and another friend went to go see her sister, on our way back to my house we came across the creature who accused me in a near by park, we spoke alone breifly whilst my friend sat near by when she tried to take my hand to touch herself, which I instatly pulled it away, she then grabbed hold of the t shirt I was wearing to try and pull me, in her words 'to the river' so we could be alone.
I got away from her but she put both her feet on mine (baring in mind she was slightly over weight for her age) and screamed rape, when almost conveniently her friends came running into the park and asked what was going on. They started shouting saying how they could smell alcohol on us, we a glass of cider at a BBQ then evening, whilst the girl was crying saying I'd raped her.
The next day I got a knock at the door, I was arrested for rape and kept in a cell for 11 hours, it was humiliating, evening having my shoe laces taken away from me, I wanted to die there and then. I left the police station at about 11pm that night after giving my statement.
I waited about 3 months in constant worry, I tried to kill myself, I self harmed, got drunk almost every day on what ever I could. My life pretty much collapsed at such a young age. Then one day I got a knock at the front door from a police man coming to tell me the vile girl had dropped the charges, out of the blue, like she'd just thought 'oh he's learnt my lesson', which I later found out from her that is what she was planning, just to teach me a lesson.
I didn't know what to think, or do. Some people in school weren't that much nicer either, branded a rapist, having to prove that I did nothing wrong by bringing letters from the police into school, humiliating. I'm now 18, and I'm not totally over what happened to me, never will be,writing this was quite difficult as it brought back a lot of memories and this is the first time in years I've actually written something like this.
What happened has destroyed my trust, and I've tried for years to build that back up, you've just got to believe in that you know you did nothing wrong, you're the person who knows the truth, being falsly accused is a horrible thing to go through, but you know the truth of what happened.
Sorry for typing so much I didn't quite realise how much I'd put. Thank you for reading.
I was falsely accused of rape when I was 13 years old by a girl who was 12. I believed me and this girl were good friends, we were there for each other, I helped her through a lot, but after a while I started to realise something.. Wasn't quite right with her, she was obsessed with me, she'd wait outside my house, steal clothes from my room to wear for herself, send me many, many text messages, the list goes on.
One night me and another friend went to go see her sister, on our way back to my house we came across the creature who accused me in a near by park, we spoke alone breifly whilst my friend sat near by when she tried to take my hand to touch herself, which I instatly pulled it away, she then grabbed hold of the t shirt I was wearing to try and pull me, in her words 'to the river' so we could be alone.
I got away from her but she put both her feet on mine (baring in mind she was slightly over weight for her age) and screamed rape, when almost conveniently her friends came running into the park and asked what was going on. They started shouting saying how they could smell alcohol on us, we a glass of cider at a BBQ then evening, whilst the girl was crying saying I'd raped her.
The next day I got a knock at the door, I was arrested for rape and kept in a cell for 11 hours, it was humiliating, evening having my shoe laces taken away from me, I wanted to die there and then. I left the police station at about 11pm that night after giving my statement.
I waited about 3 months in constant worry, I tried to kill myself, I self harmed, got drunk almost every day on what ever I could. My life pretty much collapsed at such a young age. Then one day I got a knock at the front door from a police man coming to tell me the vile girl had dropped the charges, out of the blue, like she'd just thought 'oh he's learnt my lesson', which I later found out from her that is what she was planning, just to teach me a lesson.
I didn't know what to think, or do. Some people in school weren't that much nicer either, branded a rapist, having to prove that I did nothing wrong by bringing letters from the police into school, humiliating. I'm now 18, and I'm not totally over what happened to me, never will be,writing this was quite difficult as it brought back a lot of memories and this is the first time in years I've actually written something like this.
What happened has destroyed my trust, and I've tried for years to build that back up, you've just got to believe in that you know you did nothing wrong, you're the person who knows the truth, being falsly accused is a horrible thing to go through, but you know the truth of what happened.
Sorry for typing so much I didn't quite realise how much I'd put. Thank you for reading.
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