I'm sorry to hear about your "incident", Athos. I would definitely urge you to do what you can to get closure on this, starting with filing a police report, even if you don't remember everything, right now. Your memory may fade over time, or things may come back to you. But I would get as much reported as you are able while it's still fresh, physically and mentally. I believe you will feel better from taking action, too. I speak from experience, although in my case, I did the opposite...which is to say, I did nothing at all. *sighs* It's not the proudest moment in my life. I suppose nothing like this ever is one's proudest moment, but here's what happened to me. What I remember of it, at least.
First off, it was 4 days before Christmas that year, and I had just left a party at my dojo (as in "martial arts training hall") with 2 friends of mine, on my way to one friend's apartment, which was in a bad part of town. Needless to say, I felt pretty confident, simply from being with 2 other people, and having just come from the place where I was supposedly learning to defend myself. *chuckles softly* What a joke!
So, as we were walking up the street, approximately a block and a half from my friend's house, we passed three guys going the other way. A few seconds later, they turned around and followed us. One of them asked if we had a cigarette. We said that we didn't. We were asked again, and one of my friends replied, "No, we don't smoke." (I think) They kept following us, asking for a cigarette, to which my friend said, "if we had one, we'd give it to you." He wasn't being arrogant or rude, but they started taunting us, asking, "Why are you being that way about it?" One of them picked up a brick and threw it at my friend who was talking to them, hitting him in the back, then picked it up and threw it again, hitting him in the head. All I remember from that point is freezing up, and being unable to make myself run, no matter how hard I tried. Everything was going in slow motion, and I remember somebody (one of the attackers, I now realize) asking, "Hey, man, are you alright? Here, let me take those for you." (meaning my glasses) He took them off and tossed them in the nearest yard, then punched me in the side of the head, and the next thing I remember, after trying to force myself to somehow run away from these <insert suitable offensive term here>, is coming to with my head against the sidewalk, my friends up the street, and no sign of the three attackers anywhere.
I had no hearing in the ear I got hit in for about a week afterward, and I never got a good enough look at them to do much of anything. I regret it to this day.
One more reason I don't like my life, and want a new one. *sighs and wishes he had a stiff drink to make the memories go away*