I did not only 16 years old, but I know a lot of things in life, too much maybe. At 6, I was raped by a 19-year-old man. I had never heard from him since that day, but some time ago I saw him in the street. Since then, every night, I have seen the scene: a man who persecutes me like a jar that can not be opened.
I do not feel anger, just disgust and pity for his conscience that must work! It was just to tell those who are in my case that we must forget at all costs, even if it's hard, even if it haunts you day and night. Talk to people you trust, friends and not necessarily your parents.
I'm lucky to have friends to trust with confidence and once I talked about it, I felt liberated! Good luck and do not forget that you are never alone.