She sits across from me, nervous. Her blue hair covers part of her face, and she plays with her lip ring nervously. I order a couple of coffees from the waitress. This is Cheryl*, a slight girl with beautiful eyes and a colourful wardrobe. At sixteen, she finds all age parties to be the best place to go and have fun with her friends in the city on weekends. Cheryl is a raver.
We talk a little about what type of music she likes and which local events she’s looking forward to, but the nervousness doesn’t pass. It is because of the reason I’ve asked her to meet with me: to discuss what happened to her last year. Cheryl is also a survivor of rape.
“It’s not the scene,” she says. “Most people in the scene are really nice. I think a lot of the older people really remember what it was like for them and try to make events fun and safe. I was just not thinking…” she trails off, tears welling up in her eyes.