At the end of last school year, I suddenly found I had a stalker. It took me a while to figure this out, as I'm not very observant, but after he came up to me and started rubbing my leg one day, I kind of guessed. I had several incidents with this man, most of which fall into the category "the height of creepy" one of which was terrifying. (He was angry at me.) The problem was that I'd freeze up whenever he started doing something, or even just came close to me. However, it was the very end of the school year, so it didn't last very long before I went home.
Then I came back.
Almost immediately I noticed him hanging around my workplace. I have been trying to avoid him, but he keeps following me. I've had two encounters so far, one where he pushed me down a flight of cement stairs (I got lucky, I just have a few bad bruises from that. I thought at first that my arm had broken, but it's just badly bruised.) and then one last night where he cornered me and punched me. Apparently he's upset that I cut my hair over the summer. I had no intention of telling anyone, and made up a story for the bruising on my arm, but the one on my face was harder to hide. Make-up was insufficient, and I was too rattled to come up with a good lie. Long story short, my friend and my roommate noticed almost as soon as I walked into the room, campus security was called, the police were called, and so was my RA.
I feel horrible. I should be glad, I guess that everyone knows, that I don't have to keep lying, that I don't have to hide it. But instead, I think I've done something really really stupid. What if he goes after them? What if he decides he likes them better, so he'd rather stalk them? I feel awful too, because I'm so sick of being "that girl." You know, the one with all the problems. I hate being the reason my friends are called out in the middle of the night. I hate being the problem child. I don't know what to do, I was trying to avoid that this time, but it all exploded in my face. I'm scared too that he'll come back. I mean, historically he always does, but it scares me that it could happen again. I'm scared of being hurt again.
I just feel like such a victim.