Victims series | color etching | 2015-2016
I was 19, in my second year at college, when I met the man of my dreams in one of my classes. He told me he loved me within the first month of our relationship, and he wanted to be near me all the time. But then, two weeks after our first anniversary, I found him in bed with an ex-girlfriend. I immediately broke up with him.
I started to see him everywhere. He showed up to my classes and sat two rows behind me. He called my cell phone constantly. When I started hanging out with other guys, he would follow me and leave threatening notes under the
windshield wipers on my car. My professors started to confide in me that “my boyfriend” had told them about my “drug
I returned home one evening and he was on my doorstep drunk and angry. I escaped to a friend’s house an hour later with a broken rib, a sprained wrist, a black eye, and bruises from head to toe.
I took some self-defense lessons in karate. I stayed with some friends so that I didn’t have to go back to my apartment alone. I felt like everyone was looking at me, even though I had carefully caked on make-up to cover the bruises. Though I have always been close to my parents, I refused to tell them.
A week later, he confronted me again. This time, he was sober, and it was in broad daylight. He pinned me to the wall, but this time he threatened me with a butterfly knife to my jugular. Students would walk by and stare, but not one interfered. I struggled with him for close 15 minutes, and finally, I managed to kick his knee backwards. A week later, he would break bail and leave the country. I would never see him again.