Concrete Angel
Sarah MacKenzie's Apartment, 10 PM
Slowly, Mac placed the phone back into its charger. She was angry but she didn't know who she was angrier at. She has been taking care of herself all her life, why should now be any different? How could I actually think that he would care? I guess that Joe MacKenzie was right for once in his life. Well damn him. I will prove that I am worthy of someone's love…even if it's the last thing I do on this earth.
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 linen and lace
He called to tell her it was over…that he was accepting the transfer to Pax River and he was shipping out tomorrow. He said it was all a bad life choice. She hated him for that. Harm is just bad at goodbyes. "No," she said aloud to no one in particular. "If he still loved me he would have said so. No one ships out and tells the woman who loved – loves – him that he doesn't want to talk to her."
JAG Headquarters, 9AM next day
Mac calmly strode into her office, thankful that no one approached her about Harm. But no one knew about his decision besides the admiral. Her act always worked on an audience, especially her coworkers. She locked her door and ignored all her calls.
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
Facing
the window that overlooks the courtyard, Mac let the tears fall freely. How
could he do this? I thought that
everything was perfect. We finally
worked everything out…
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
Mac's Apartment, 6 PM
After getting nothing done at work, she headed home. The light was blinking on her answering machine. She walked over to it and pressed the play button.
"Hi Sarah dear it's Trish. Frank and I can't wait to see you and Harm next week. Call me later with your travel plans. Bye for now."
Mac
pressed delete. She would call Trish
tomorrow. Grabbing a frozen dinner she
preheated the oven and went to her bedroom in search of her favorite
sweats. In her daze last night she never
noticed that Harm had cleaned out all his things. She was able to find the one shirt she hid
from him. Quickly, she slipped out of
her uniform and into the oversized US NAVY tee shirt. She forced herself to eat the dinner and the
deposited her dishes into the sink. Her
couch was calling to her and she sought its comfort.
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
Her
sleepless night caught up with her and she soon fell into a restless slumber,
completely unaware that she left her door unlocked. And she never heard the masked man walk in…
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
Local Cemetery, 1 PM
The last of the mourners slowly depart, leaving only Harm and the admiral next to her body.
"Are you alright Harm?"
"Yes, sir. I'll be fine. Thank you for coming."
The admiral placed his gloved hand on Harm's shoulder, as if to tell him that it will all be alright. If only he knew. Harm waited until the admiral left before he finally spoke.
"God Sarah I am so sorry. If I hadn't made that call to you… if I hadn't taken the transfer… if I hadn't said what I did… there are too many what ifs running through my mind right now. I wish I could have been there to protect you and not have shown up ten minutes too late. I want you to know that I will prosecute the bastard that took you away from me. They found him, you know. He was a Marine Gunny you forced to leave the service that beat you… My life is better for having known you and you being in it. You may be gone but you live on through all of us." He leaned down; the folded triangle of the American Flag that covered her casket tucked securely under his right arm, his gold wings shinning in the sun, and placed one last kiss on the casket. "Goodbye Sarah… I love you."
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
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
Author's note: This is pure fiction and I am not making any money. The song used is by Martina McBride. Please review… I might continue this using everyone else's point of view about how this if affecting them. Thanks for reading!
