Hey every1!!! I'm back with a brand spanking new chapter for my lamentable story. Sorry that i took so long - one thing you should learn about me is that i tend to write the more excitable chapters (i.e. death scenes none in this story, romantic romps etc.) first and then i write the not-so-interesting ones. So i've been planning the story and writing the interesting scenes. That's why i took so long to producethis!

Anyway, thanks heaps for your reviews!Here's my specific answers to them:

Jay: Umm...well there's definitely rape and i'm thinking of putting in a little bit of Ryan/Marissa sex...not entirely sure yet!

Jules: Thanks, but i'm going to make the chapters a lot longer than the Prologue...the Prologue was short coz it didnt need extensive explanation!

Bobbie: Umm...it's not really set in a particular time, probably after all the Oliver stuff..point is, Marissa and Ryan arent together at the start.

Muzzy - Olorea: Thanks heaps! As for the short chapter, read the answer i wrote to Jules above.

newportbabe44: Thankyou, again, read the answer i gave Jules

norbert-theduck: Thanks heaps!

Amanda: Thanx!

Sarah: Thankyou for being interested in it - most of the stuff i write is pretty crummy!

J: I DID NOT QUIT! CHECK OUT THE NEW CHAPTER BELOW! Lol!

Bitchy-Mitchy-1991: Don't worry yourself, i'm continuing!

PoisndNarcissus: Interesting...but yes there will be more!

tamplin: Thankyou very much!

Katie Alder: LOL! I will!

k: hehe i will

Oh and by the way, i'm changing the name of the story from 'Changes' to 'Pit of Misery'!

Here's just a little song to start off the chapter:

This world, this world is cold
But you don't, you don't have to go
You're feeling sad you're feeling lonely
And no one seems to care
Your mother's gone and your father hits you
This pain you cannot bare

But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go thru

Hold on...if you feel like letting go
Hold on...it gets better than you know

Your days you say they're way too long
And your nights you can't sleep at all (hold on)
And you're not sure what you're waiting for
But you don't want to know more
And you're not sure what you're waiting for but you don't want to know more

But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through

Hold on...if you feel like letting go
Hold on...it gets better than you know

Don't stop looking you're one step closer
Don't stop searching it's not over...hold on

What are you looking for?
What are you waiting for?
Do you know what you're doing to me?
Go ahead...what are you waiting for?

Hold on...if you feel like letting go
Hold on...it gets better than you know

Don't stop looking you're one step closer
Don't stop searching it's not over...

Hold on...if you feel like letting go
Hold on...it gets better than you know...hold on

Hold on - Good Charlotte

Chapter 1 of Pit of Misery by Tigerlily Tinuviel

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Marissa lay spread-eagled, face down on her bed. She gave free vent to her feelings, did not try to stop the tears flowing – tried, instead, to feel them, to feel the source they came from, the path they took, the murky corners they cleansed. She stopped abruptly as she heard a knocking on her bedroom door.

"Marissa?" called the sweet - but – oh – so - sour voice of her mother. Oh great, thought Marissa. Just what I need – my mother invading into all my feelings and troubles.

"Yeah?" she called back shakily.

"Can I come in, I'd like to speak to you," said Julie in a slightly sterner tone.

"Umm…ok…"muttered Marissa. She didn't really want to let her mother in, knowing the talk would be about Jake and tequila and all the other crazy things she'd been associating with lately, but if she didn't let her in, then she'd break the door down anyway.

Julie opened the door slowly, closed it behind her, and plopped down onto the end of Marissa's bed. Marissa sat up cross-legged.

"So…what did you want to talk about?" asked Marissa casually. Julie gave her a firm look. Mind you, that's what she always does, that little bitch of an ice-queen, thought Marissa.

"I wanted to discuss your health, actually," began Julie. "You've been crying all day for the last week, you drink a lot, you're slitting your wrists." At this accusation she paused to see Marissa's reaction. Marissa tugged the sleeves of her jumper down nervously. "What's wrong, sweetie? You never tell me anything! You can always tell me!"

Marissa's reaction was just as stony as her mother's expression.

"You want to know why I don't tell you anything?!? You want to know why!?!" she exclaimed, her temper rising. "BECAUSE YOU'D SEND ME TO THE MENTAL INSTITUTION! Isn't it obvious!?!"

Julie mouthed wordlessly at her for a moment before standing up huffily.

"This isn't over, Marissa," she said sternly as she crossed the room and slammed the door shut behind her.

And sadly, Julie was right – it wasn't over yet.

Marissa met Jake at a party one night – he was a waiter. His intense, dark brown eyes met hers at once, and she fell in love instantly – the rest of the party was spent chatting and laughing with him, sharing stories and beliefs. He seemed almost perfect to her; he had no flaws.

A few days later they went out for the first time. He was so romantic as they kissed passionately in the movie theatre, not even bothering to watch the film. The second time was much the same – his charm blinded her once more. He had accomplished his mission – she trusted him.

From the third date, everything went horribly wrong. He invited her over to his house. They began to kiss and grope a little, and then he touched her right in the wrong place.

"This is the real me," he had whispered to her when she protested. "Get used to it."

"Dates" were now rape sessions for Jake and heartbreak for Marissa. He beat her the first time she said no, leaving a small bruise on her cheek. Since that bruise, Marissa had collected many others all over body, but the most serious ones were the ones inside – the emotional torment he put her through. Like last night, for example.

Last night had been hell for her.

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flashback to last night

She didn't want to pick up the phone, but she knew she had to; she had no other prerogative. Jake's creepy, harsh voice answered.

"Get over here, you fat bitch," said Jake. Marissa whimpered slightly.

"I don't – I don't…I don't want to…"she muttered, cringing at the thought of his reaction.

"You don't want to? Well, bitch, that's too bad coz you're coming unless you want him dead," was his nasty reply.

"No! Leave him alone!" replied Marissa defensively. Of course, the threat – if she didn't come, he had told her he would kill Ryan. It was a Hobson's choice – not really a choice at all, simply an evil threat. Marissa believed with all her heart he could do that, and that was the sole reason she kept on coming.

Reluctantly, she grabbed her keys and drove to his multi-million dollar mansion. He was waiting on the porch for her with a smug smile playing on his lips. She forced herself to walk up the marble steps to him without turning back, being strong in every miserable stride.

"Let's just get this over and done with, shall we?" he whispered in her ear as she walked past him. His voice sent a chill down her spine as she knew what he meant by this. She followed him inside and upstairs to his deluxe bedroom.

"My parents are out, so I can do whatever I want," said Jake, wickedly. Marissa recoiled slightly as he advanced on her. He threw her down onto the bed and forced his tongue down her throat, kissing her wildly. He stopped to rip off her t-shirt, leaving her in her pink and black lacy bra. He pulled her shoes off her feet and began kissing up her legs, eventually reaching the hem of her skirt, which he abruptly pulled off.

"Raunchy – I like it," he commented on her underwear, which matched her bra. She struggled for a moment, then realised it was no use – a 17 year old girl against an 18 year old boy who had a sculpted frame was not exactly competition. She lay back on the bed and stayed silent. His taunts were not worth getting into a huff about.

He pinched at a bit of skin on her stomach. "You're getting fatter – go on a diet before you're so fat you have an extra chin."

Marissa tried to ignore it as he ran his hands all over her smooth body. He reached under her to undo the clasp on her bra. He pulled that off her too, revealing her ample breasts. She closed her eyes, knowing what was going to be pulled off next.

Down went the briefs and then it was his turn. He stripped in a matter of seconds – having been used to it by now – and climbed on top of her. God help me, thought Marissa as he rolled a rubber over his erect member. At least he has the decency to do that, she thought.

He ran a rough hand over her breasts and pulled at them. He kissed them all over, and then made his way down, licking her out. She fought back tears as Jake lay flat on her and kissed her again. Wait for it, it's coming, she thought.

Bam.

You prick!

Slap!

She opened her mouth in horror at what she'd done. Crap, I should control my temper; he's going to kill me now! He grinned at the expression of fear he had etched so thoroughly over her face. He thrust harder and faster, causing her tears to flow gently down her cheeks.

"You know I don't like that," he muttered between moans. He kept on moaning, until finally, he collapsed onto her. He pulled out, but not before punching her brutally on the side of her head. She scarcely heard him say something as she saw orange specks floating in front of her eyes, and then a thick cloud of blackness.

Flashback ended

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Marissa had been keeping the secret for a month now. She didn't dare tell anyone, fearing he would kill Ryan, one of the few people she cared for right now. She let a few more tears flow before doing the one thing she knew she had to do, but really didn't want to – tell someone. She couldn't tell Ryan, he would go mad, and probably end up murdering Jake if he had the chance. He was a mysterious guy – usually the king of hiding his emotions – he had been known to burst out randomly. And he had a few issues with some people which lead to punching, and in this case maybe killing.

She couldn't tell her dad, she didn't feel comfortable talking to him about that kind of stuff. And her mum was out of the question, the evil little bitch she is. Someone….but who?

Then it stuck her – Summer. Marissa had been best friends with Summer since kindergarten. They shared all their deepest, darkest secrets – but would Summer tell anyone. No, of course not, thought Marissa. Why would she? She's my best friend and she respects my feelings. Taking a short sniff, she leant over to the phone beside her bed and dialled Summer's number. Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Come on, pick up! Ring –

"Hello?" answered a bubbly voice.

Marissa dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. "It's me."

"Coop, are you ok?" asked Summer, noticing the shaky tone in her voice.

"I've – I've got something to tell you…it's a secret…"she said softly. She poured her heart out to Summer, telling her all about how everything had gone wrong and how he had threatened to kill Ryan if she told anyone. She continued on, between sobs, but eventually she broke down, tears flying out of her eyes like waterfalls running swiftly down her face.

"God, Coop, you need some help!" said Summer concernedly. "You've got to tell Ryan! He's going to be so angry when he finds out!

"He's not going to find out, because you're not going to tell him!" replied Marissa exasperatedly.

"Fine, I won't," muttered Summer.

"Promise?" replied Marissa hopefully.

"Promise," agreed Summer. "But you have to break up with Jake."

"But – but how?"

"I don't really care, just ring him up and say 'I hate you and I'm not putting up with this anymore' or something. If he tells you to come over, say no and if your parents aren't home, drive over to my place. He doesn't know about me," replied Summer directionally.

"Ok…but I'm not sure if that'll work…" whispered Marissa.

"It will, trust me," replied Summer.

"Ok…see you then."

"See you. Let me know how it goes." Summer hung up. Marissa needs to get some outside help. I need to tell Ryan…and eventually the police – he can't get away with this kind of thing. But telling Ryan would mean betraying Marissa's trust. If she spilt the beans, she'd never be able to make it up with Marissa. But – oh this was so damn frustrating! Ok, I wont tell, but I've got to make sure that they break up. Summer sighed. Today had been a long day.

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Ta da the end for now!

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