<human>: It was maybe 4 and a half years ago, I was a little shwasted, had a few beers, was smoking some bowls. I was about 15 and this guy offered me a pipe. It wasn't until a bit later that he told me there was heroin laced ecstasy. I definitely was feeling weird, and there was no way I could go home, so my "knight in shinning armor" decided to do me a favor and take me back to his house. I am just happy my dad taught me how to throw a punch. When we was telling me it was fine and I shouldnt worry, he was trying to rip my pants off. I punched him in the face, and ran away. I fell off my bike on the way home and fucked up my face, I'm just glad I got away. I am terrified of men larger than me whom I could knock down and carry pepper spray arround my keychain now as a precaution.

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<bot>: Almost got raped, punched him in the face, got away, dont trust men. Now hes dead.... how am I supposed to feel? Ive spent 4 years demonizing him....