Is rape normal. . .

Okay.. so many people probably don't think it's normal for me to just go on the internet and write about something like this.. But, I just have to tell someone. I have to get this weight off of my shoulders...
So here it goes...
A few years ago, I was 15. Completely stupid, thinking I was in "love" with an older male. He was 22. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care. As long as I had him. We tried to keep our love a secret.. Because we knew if we got caught, a lot of bad things would happen.. So we would sneak out late at night.. Or I would skip school and we'd go to the movies or out to eat.. You know, stuff like that. My friends were completely okay with it, although they had concerns of things ending badly.. But I didn't care. I thought we'd get married, have a family someday. My mother was hardly around because of work, and my dad died when I was 6. So, I didn't really have to worry about them. Anyways, he bought me and a couple of friends some booze. We headed over to his place and we partied. My friends headed back after a few hours.. It was just me and him.. I thought I was ready to take it to the next level with him.. I mean, we had already done it all.. Except for the real deal. Sex. So anyways, We were making out on his bed. I undressed myself, as he preformed oral. Then he suddenly unbuttoned his pants, and put on a condom. His words, "Are you ready.." In a tone that made my spine cringe.. I was having second thoughts... As he got on top of me, I told him to stop, But he said, "No baby, this is what we want." I yelled at him, and hit him. But all that did was piss him off, because he slapped me across the face and says, " You really did it now, Bitch." He raped me. Harder, and harder. The more I cried, The harder he would go. There was blood everywhere. I thought he ripped my vagina off, honestly. I couldn't move without it hurting. And when he was done, he just kissed me. And went to sleep beside me. I lay there, crying. --Blackout--
The next day, he was gone. With a breakup note next to me.. It wasn't nicely worded either.. I crawled outta bed, reached for the phone and called my mom. I didn't know what exactly to tell her, So instead, I just hung the phone up. Scared and panicked, I just got my clothes and left.
I wasn't at school for the next couple days, and my friends became worried. My mother didn't have a clue on what was wrong with me. She just thought I was sick. And I was, Brokenhearted,raped, hurt, depressed. I didn't know whether to tell or not to tell..So I kept my mouth shut. After about a week or two, my vagina didn't hurt as bad. I continued back to school. My daily routine.. As if It had never happened.. But one day, I seen him.. It all came flooding back to me, I fell. Crying, into my friends arms. She finally got it out of me. But she doesn't think I was raped.. She just thinks I'm a "baby..." Because you can't just change your mind.. So, was I really Raped? Am I normal?