The girl spent the afternoon writing two letters. They were addressed to the child that she once was and the woman she will one day become. She recognized in this gesture a desperate appeal for help. To the child she wrote about the pain of adolescence and her obsession with death, but after all there is also the joy of being and the boisterous freedom of life. To the woman she described her fascination with a boy in the most vivid language she could master. She wrote about the overwhelming desire to deliver her self into his power and her innermost sense of emptiness that cannot be overcome except by surrendering herself to an idolatrous love. She will see him tonight. She wanted this day to be remembered.