I was so sad from my sister's death that I handed myself to the Interahamwe* so they would finally kill me. Instead, one of the soldiers took me to an abandoned house where he raped me.
Please, just kill me!
After that, he showed me all of his weapons and told me to choose in which way I would prefer to die. I chose a grenade thinking it would be the fastest and painless way, but it when I threw it to the gound it didn't explode.
What did you do?!
Nothing! I swear!
He thought I had done something with the grenade, I hadn't. He still called his friends to punish me and they did for five days.
And then I passed out. I don't know if it was for the loss of blood, the pain or something else. All I know is that when I woke up everything was silent and I found myself walking out of the house.
I didn't realize the area had been liberated. Some soldiers came towards me, they calmed me down and took me to a hospital.
Please help me!
Do you want some water?
Ma'am calm down
I really don't want to talk about it.
In the hospital, they helped me but after that, I was left all alone, no family, no friends. Since then I have found out that I am HIV positive.