Something terrible happened to me this Friday. I was on my way to work I take the bus 12 from my home 6.23 and I change for the bus 4A in Silkeborgvej. I see a black man in the bus. He is looking at me in a way I do not like, so I did not look back at him. I feel worried and I do not want to take this bus, but I do it anyway. When I got off the bus stop, I run from the bus to the road, where I have to click the button to get a green light so I can cross the street. He followed me, and he asked why I am afraid. I told him, I am not afraid, that I was on my way to work. I want to go back to the main road where there are many cars, but I think that maybe he is not bad, because he talk to me, so I continue back to my work As soon as we were away from the main road, he attacked me. He pulled me into the bushes where there is a hill going down, and he threw me to the ground. I cried out help help. I tried to fight him, I always move my arms and legs, but he was too strong. I bit him in the hand, but it was no use. He hit me in the head and slapped me, and tried to hold me down. He tried to hold my mouth so I could not scream. I tried to tell him, that he has to stop, I have a problem with my heart, but he did not care. I tried to play dead, but he did not stop. I feel more and more weak in my arms and I cannot fight. Luckily, I had dropped my purse on the sidewalk by the road. There was another man in a car, he saw my purse, and he stopped the car and got out. He shout out ‘whoaa’, and the attacker, ran away before he could do anything more. He never got my clothes off, I was wearing a heavy winter jacket, that maybe protected me so he could not rape me. The man then called the police, but I tell him, I need to go to work because maybe they fire me. I shout out for Michael from my work. The police come with sirens to the scene, they have many dogs to try and find that guy, but they did not find him yet. Michael tell me, that I can go with the police, and he will tell my supervisor and the people at my work, what happened. I am still in chock when we go to the police station, where I wait many hours. They interview me and try to gather evidence. After that, I go back to my work, but I am not feeling ok. My boss and my supervisor tell that I need to see a psychologist, not because I am crazy, but because I am in chock after what happened. I don’t want to see any people, I cannot talk to anybody, I just cry cry. If that guy had really raped me, I would have killed my self. I am thankful to that man who saved me, I want to meet him in person to say thanks. Thanks God to help me, and that nothing bad happened with me.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 12:09:00 +0000
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