Concrete Angel
This is my contribution to the Writers Against Child Abuse, or WACA, community. Everyone who has ever been abused, please know that you are not alone and that no matter how it seems sometimes, you always have someone out there who loves you.
Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD, nor do I own the title to this fanfiction. Concrete Angel is a song sung by Martina McBride. If you have never heard it, I advise you listen to it, as well as Alyssa Lies, sung by Jason Michael Carroll.
Hiccup never thought it would happen. She'd always seemed so strong, so untouchable. His concrete angel. But he didn't know the things that happened in her house, late at night, when everyone was asleep. He had noticed the bruises, of course, but she had laughed them off, claiming they were nothing but training wounds. She practiced so often, he believed her. But he always suspected.
And now he knew that she was never coming back. She would never again hug him, or fly with him. Never again would she tell him those three words he loved hearing more than anything. He couldn't believe he'd been so blind.
Now he sat in front of her grave, tears rolling off his cheeks. And he promised himself her death would not be in blame.
All that time, all he'd had to do was ask. Now, he was never not going to ask again. Next time it would be different. Next time he would save whoever it was.
Next time, he would stop the atrocity that was called child abuse.
Everyone deserves a chance at life. Never give that up. Always hold on and believe in your dreams. Always believe that one day you'll be free, and never stop believing in hope.
If you are abused, please tell someone. A friend, a teacher, even a neighbor. And remember that you'll always have your dreams. They can never take that away.
Penelope, over and out!