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When i was 13, in the 8th grade, i started dating an older guy...i mean way older. It somewhat made me feel more mature and cooler than the other girls, I mean it's really kind of hard to explain now because im older and i wouldn't ever go to such extremes to be "cool." Well, my boyfriend and his friends were drug users, i mean really bad drug users. I would remember the parties where everyone would be completely fried, and I never touched the stuff, but I would drink. One night at a party at his friend's house, I had gotten so drunk that I went upstairs to a bedroom to lay down. My boyfriend came in to see if I was ok, and he was completely fried on crystal meth. He kissed me and wanted to fool around, but i pushed him off and told him i wanted to sleep. But he kept on kissing me and trying to "get me in the mood" but i refused. He then just kept on getting more and more aggressiive and finally he just got on top of me and told me that everything would be ok and that it was all ok..i kept saying no, i mean at this point i knew what was going on, and i was scared, somewhat because I didnt want it and somewhat because I was a virgin. I just remember being so scared, and I know this is childish, but I just wanted my mother. Afterwards he had tried to convince me that we were both intoxicated and that I wanted it. He had done other things to me before when he was high and/or I was drunk. Once he took a knife and cut his name into my leg, which i still have the scar today. I am 17 now and I have told no one, not my family, friends, or even my best friend in the whole world. I find it easy to type about it now, but it's hard to put into words. I just don't know what to do anymore. Well, thank you for your time. If you would like to mail me, write to Aphrodite88@mailexcite.com... Chrissy