The Tenth Circle

She knew all sorts of four letter words now; they just weren't the ones most people considered foul language.
Love.
Help.
Rape.
Stop.
Then.
As a child, she'd been afraid of the dark. The closet door had to be shut tight, with her desk chair wedged under the knob, to keep the monsters from getting out. Her blanket had to pulled up to her neck, or the devil might get her. She had to sleep on her belly, or a vampire could come and put a stake through her heart.
She was still afraid, years later - not of the dark but of the days. One after another, and no end in sight.
"Trixie?"
Trixie heard her mother again and swiftly reached into the medicine cabinet. The hilarious thing - the thing that no one bothered to tell you - was that being raped wasn't the worst part of everything she'd been through. In fact, that first frantic fall didn't hurt nearly as much as getting back on your feet afterwards.

It was the kind of doorknob that needed only a straightened wire hanger to pop the bolt. The minute Laura stepped inside the bathroom, she saw it - blood smearing the white wall of the sink, blood pooling beneath Trixie on the floor, blood covering Trixie's shirt as she hugged her slashed wrists to her chest. "Oh, my God," Laura cried, grabbing Trixie's arms to try to stop the flow. "Oh, Trixie, no..."
Trixie's eyes fluttered. She looked at Laura for a half second and then sank into unconsciousness. Laura held her daughter's limp body up against her own, knowing that she had to get to a phone and equally sure that if she left Trixie alone, she'd never see her alive again.



Jodi Picoult. Is pure genius.
Her books make me cry like a baby.
I've just finished reading "The Pact" for the second time.
That one takes first place.
Its about a teenage girl and boy who make a suicide pact.
She shoots herself first and he passes out.
The police come, and he spends the next nine or so months in jail trying to prove that he didn't kill her.
It is the saddest, most intriguing story i have ever read.
I'm currently about half way through The Tenth Circle for the second time.
This one's quite sad too.
It's about Trixie. You probably get the general idea.
Her dad writes comics.
And her mum teaches a class about Dante and the 9 levels of hell.
Watching their daughter go through this, is the tenth level for them.
I like it. I like it a lot.
I wish i could write like that.
It amazes me.