Concrete Angel
*She walks to school with the lunch she packed Nobody knows what she's holding back Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh*
I watch my small neighbor make the way out of her house. She has a paper bag in hand. She looks pretty normal, but something about her isn't right. She has
a small, delicate face paired with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She has a smile in her face, but I sense there's a secret the six or seven year old is keeping.
As I loose sight of her, I wonder, 'hey isn't that the same dress she wore yesterday?'
*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*
After school, Jack and me went to her school. We spoke to her teacher.
She asked why I was there and I replied that I knew there was something wrong about Haley and that I wanted to help. She said that she had noticed the bruises on her arm, but she hadn't asked. I asked her why and she said that something that painful the girl wouldn't have been able to bear. It was like carrying the burden of a secret storm she said.
On the way to the dojo, we saw Haley sitting on a bench.
I made small talk with her and all of a sudden, she said she wished she was never born.
The sentence ran through my head again and again.
*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*
In her dreams, she must dream of being loved. Of being something as beautiful as an angel
*Somebody cries in the middle of the night The neighbors hear but they turn out the light A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate When morning comes it will be too late*
I hear a cry in the middle of the night. I usually just ignore it, but I decide I won't risk this little girl's life any longer. If I wait any longer I might never see Haley again.
The police comes and I anxiously wait by the door until I see a police woman come out with a small body. Oh no. It's dawn and I'm praying she's alive.
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"Hey Kim why did you want us to come to your house?" Jack asks.
I smile and reply, "I want you guys to meet my new little sister."
The guys get a confused look on their face. I smile and lead them to my room.
In my bed, there was an angel sitting on it.
"Hi Jack," Haley says and smiles.
"Hi" he replies dumbfounded.
Haley is bruised and full of cuts and scrapes, but it's not hard imagining a halo above her head.
"Who's she?" Milton asks.
I sit next to Haley.
"I told you, she's my little sister."
I introduce everyone to Haley and as she takes a nap, I tell them her story.
The story of a Concrete Angel...
XxX
Emeralgreenlove:
This story is of child abuse. If you know anybody who's going through something like what Haley went through, don't hesitate to get them help. You could save a life...
Um this is the first fic I publish in the kickin' it fandom so I really hope you liked it even though it was pretty short.
I hope you liked it.
What's in asterisks is the song lyrics. This is for TaliaNCSI's contest.
I do not own Kickin' It.
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XOXO,
emeralgreenlove.