The song, "Concrete Angel" is by Martina McBride. I don't own any part of it, (That's why it's in quotes... Obviously) nor do I own The Outsiders. Okay?
*Note: I strongly recommend listening to this song... It's absolutely amazing. I can't even describe the impact the lyrics and melody made on me...
Ponyboy Curtis pounds the words on to the paper in front of him, as if by doing so he'd be able release all his frustration along with the ink.
"It's hard to see the pain behind the mask; Bearing the burden of a secret storm; Sometimes [he] wishes [he] was never born"
"Through the wind and the rain [he] stands hard as a stone; In a world that [he] can't rise above---"
Somewhere along those lines, he chokes back a sob. He can hardly make out his own words, they're so messy. He takes in a deep breath, and lifts his pen back up.
"A statue stands in a shaded place; An angel [boy] with an upturned face; A name is written on a polished rock; A broken heart that the world forgot"
Pony clenches the hand that isn't gripping the pen so tightly his fingers turn white. He hates his counsellor for even suggesting this... This isn't "part of the healing process". This is torture.
Finally, he can't hold back the tears any longer. They pour down his face, dripping hard and fast on to the piece of paper.
"But [his] dreams give [him] wings and [he] flies to a place, where [he's] loved... Concrete angel."
He finally sets down the pen, a strange feeling of serenity washing over him. He won't hand this in... He'd start over, do some random story this time about his first trip to the zoo. He'd tell his teacher that he couldn't think of anything to write.
He'd never show this to anyone. In its own way, this is even more private than someone's diary might be.
Ponyboy takes a deep breath, and wipes away the remaining tears from his eyes. He's feeling an inner sense of calm for the first time in weeks. He's mighty glad he made the right decision in waiting until his brothers were both at work to write this.
Pony hesitates for a split second, before following his instincts and crumpling the paper up in one swift motion. He's his own psychiatrist this time, he thinks wryly as he throws the paper ball into the flames of the fireplace.
He watches the flames eat away the white ball of paper until it is just another smouldering piece of ash. Just one in a million. He thinks vaguely that this move would probably be more affective than 10 trips to the local shrink.
Ponyboy sighs, rubbing his hands together ruefully. He hopes that he'll be able to keep what he wrote in his head. He wants to remember Johnny as an angel that finally got what he's always deserved.
His brothers would be home soon. Ponyboy didn't know it, but both Soda and Darry would clearly see the new light in his eyes. They would always wonder, but they would never ask.
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