On the 23rd of December, I was violently attacked by a guy trying to mug me in Toxteth, Liverpool, England. I was walking home from a day at work and was grabbed around the neck from behind. He demanded that I hand over my phone and after I refused to do so he dragged me into a bus stop were he proceeded to demand I hand him my phone, adding that he had seen me walk from town, and that I should just "Give him what ever I have". After telling him that I had nothing, and that I had been in work, he threatened to stab me with a knife, smugly saying "You don't want to be stabbed so close to Christmas, do you?" and I honestly don't know what I was really thinking, maybe it's just the part of me that uses comedy as a defence mechanism, but I said to him "What, do you want my work shirt?" This clearly angered him as he then uttered the phrase "Right, time to put you to sleep." and then attempted to put me in a Sleeper / Choke hold. Luckily enough I had called his bluff about the knife and knew that he mustn't of known how to fight properly, thus, using the knife threat as compensation, also the hold he had on me showed he had no experience, or basic knowledge, of what he was doing and so I was able to break out of the hold by twisting my body and clawing towards his face. He then drops me and that's when I knew I only had a small window to attack and try and get some kind of level ground going and so I decided I was just going to have to fight as dirty as he was and went straight for his balls. Unfortunately he managed to jump back from 2 attacks I made and that's when my mind goes blank and the next thing I remember is my brain screaming at me to "Just kick back!" and my eyes snap open and I'm kicking him in his legs and knees and just screaming at his to "Get the f*ck away from me" and he just stands there looking at me and says "What are you doing?". My mind goes blank again and I wake up inside a building, sitting on some steps, with people all around me. I remember trying to rest my head against the wall next to me because my head was in agony, but the person sitting besides me keeping propping me up. There's people wiping at my face with tissue and I can't understand why until I over hear one of the residents say "The poor girl has lost teeth." and that's when I look down and notice the pool of blood under me.
He had kicked my teeth out.
We're still looking for the guy who did this to me.
I know this is going to sound so cliché, but everyone please be careful if you're walking alone. There's low life scum out there that are desperate around this time of year.