A/N: WARNING Character death.
Okay, I don't have anything against Ziva, I just think, that it's about time, that I try to personally balance my intake of fluff, with a little angst. I find Ziva angst hard to read, but easier to write. It's also a change of things for me. Don't like, don't read. I don't own anything.
Set in the past, like, when Ziva was maybe 8.
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
Ziva ran ahead to catch up with two year old Tali, who was madly happy, and skipping along the old cracked cement sidewalk. Bare trees with crooked branches swooped down, nearly missing her face as she jogged to keep up.
The old trail, bathed in sunlight, warmed her cheeks, and sent a smile to her face. Watching her little sister, so footloose, and fancy free.
But that was then, and this is now. Sometimes, she still wishes that life was that simple.
Ziva nudged a black rock with the toe of her shoe. With her hands shoved into her cargo pockets, she walked along an old, yellowed, sidewalk. Vaguely familiar houses surrounded her, and the cold winter air stings her reddened cheeks. Leaves clutter the grass, and crunch under her feet. Ziva waited in the middle of the street. The light bulb goes off silently in her head, and she frowns and keeps walking.
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Life is hard, she thought, sitting lonely on a park bench. Everyone steers clear of her, minding their own business. She wished that everyone else could see what she went though.
As she walks, kids in her class play soccer, happy as can be, and she wonders, where her life went, why everything had to be the way it was now.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
She shoved open her window, and gulped down fresh air. A boy, did same, on the opposite end. Their gazes met, and Ziva smiled.
There, they leaned, talking for hours, and it was past her bed time.
She noticed, he was a quiet boy, with not much to say, and a strong opinion. She asked his name, "Tony," he replied quietly.
Ziva heard footsteps, and Tony saw a shadow, but said nothing to her, assuming she knew who was coming.
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
He turned out his light, to not be noticed. An older woman, comes into his view, and yells at Ziva. She turns towards him, as to plead, for his help. But, there was nothing he could do, and they both knew it.
They stole one last glance, before the woman took little Ziva by the hand, and out of view. A thump is heard, and she screams, and cries, a tear is brought to his eye.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
She, is loved. Tony said to himself.
He stood outside a yellow taped line, and watched people, some dressed in black, others in brown, rush in and out of the house. A blank stare on his face.
The woman, was escorted out, and shoved into a car. Locked up. And he realized, what had happened.
Tony cried. What he know new, was he would never see the beautiful girl, again.
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
About six people, gather around a small stone, carved with the name "Ziva David"
Tony let a tear fall, and hit the rock. He ran his hand over the neatly carved name, and remembered how he loved her.
She didn't deserve this.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
He remembered, and thought back to times, that were happy. She looked so carefree, and flawless. But, that's what she wanted him to see.
Tony stood there, wishing she was next to her.
In his mind, she reappeared, and they hugged, and again she looked flawless. But, he knew it was too good to be true.
With a gust of wind, her memory vanishes, and all he has left, is the statue, and her memories.
"You are, my concrete angel." He whispers, to her soul. And he knows, she is smiling down on him.
A/N: Special thanks to Really Big Hat...That's, all I wanted to say.
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