Hannah Roo
I was a young girl in a grey school uniform. He groped me from behind, up my skirt, and I didn’t have tights on. It was the first time I had ever been touched there. As I hurried away, he threatened to “shank” me. I didn’t really know what “shank” meant, and I wondered whether he meant with a knife or with his penis. He continued following me and, at the corner of my road, demanded that he know my age. I lied, telling him I was 13 not 15. This seemed to work, and he walked away. When I got home, I went straight to my bedroom. This felt strange, but I felt it was my only option. I stayed away from my mother, away my sister watching TV, and away from the food in the kitchen. Alone.