Concrete Angel

"Your not the first to die of abuse baby dear."

"So then why am I getting this job?"

"Remember the second night it happenned Bella? How you wished that this was to never happenn to anyone else? The night of your 18th birthday?"

I nodded as a tear slowly slid down my pale, pale cheeks.

My mother smiled and the glow around her made her look more beautiful.

"Do you remeber what you said after, after he went to sleep? What you did?"

I slowly shook my head.

My mother smiled again and I felt the warmth of her glow.

"You kneeled down beside your bed, crossed your hands and prayed. You said: I pray to God that no other child, or person, ever has to go through the pain of abuse, and never has to suffer. They don't deserve the pain. I just wish, that I could help everychild who did & will. Amen."

I squinted my eyes as the memory played in my head.

"You wished to help, and now you will."

"But how-"

"Shush my Angel. I've already told you everything I can."

"Is that what I am? An Angel?"