DISCLAIMER: The song 'Concrete Angel' belongs to Martina McBride. Sakura, Ino, and Iruka belong to the people who made Naruto. I only own this used plot, my dog, and the few stories I write.
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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
Sakura Haruno walked slowly to school dressed in the same pink dress, dreading the hours when she would be beaten because of her differences after class dismisses. She couldn't tell her parents, they were gone…
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
Sakura puts up a solid mask of smiles at school. Her teacher, Iruka wants to ask but doesn't not wanting to stir up any trouble.
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
Schools ended and Sakura almost cried from the beating she knows awaits her the moment she steps from the teacher's sight. Her friend wasn't there to help either… She was sick.
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
Sakura screams from the immense pain she feels from her new and old wounds. The town kids were beating her again, kicking her, spitting on her, and one even got a bat. The towns' people hear but they turn away in disgust for the girl.
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
Sakura screams one last time, just as her only friend round the corner, to late to help as the heavy bat smashes on the curled up girls head.
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
A blond haired girl places a picture of her pink haired friend next to the angel statue, a fitting figure for her angelic friend. Ino smiles through her clear tears, despite the fact of her friends' death. "She's safe now." Ino whispered as she tossed a single sakura blossom on her dearest friends resting place…
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