Choice

With everything we do we are faced with choices.
Each decision, good or bad takes us to our next choice.
Every now and then we make a choice that becomes a defining moment in our lives.
So which choice was it that I made that took me to that moment, that night?
Like any average 18-year-old I chose to go out clubbing, drinking and dancing that night.

I chose to stay when some chose to leave.
I chose to talk to a stranger.
I chose to believe that most people have good intentions.
I chose to keep drinking.
I chose to keep my friends informed.
I chose to walk outside and say goodnight.

What do you do when you no longer have control of all of the decisions?

I did not choose to go anywhere with him.
I did not choose to get in the car.
Strangers watching chose not to notice the yelling.

I did not choose for the car alarm to be on.
I did not choose to be dragged back into the car.
Strangers watching chose not to notice the screaming.

I chose to keep struggling.
I did not choose to take my clothes off.
He chose to strip me of my clothes along with my dignity.

I chose to keep saying NO.
HE chose not to listen.

Could I have stopped it?

If: -
I chose not to talk to a stranger.
I chose not to believe most people are good.
I chose not to walk outside.
I chose not to be me.

I could have avoided it...

Does that make it my fault???