Hey everyone! I've had this story in my head for days and I just wrote it. I'm sorry to my faithful reviewers and readers of "Beautiful" but I have been having a writers block on that story but expect an update very soon! I will finish it, don't worry! The poem in this story is mine, and mine alone. I wrote it for the fic, so if you want to use it just ask me, please! I won't mind (as long as you ask!). Anyway, just read the fic, lol!

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She's so pretty, so smart, so perfect

They all melodramatically sigh

Filled with so much uncontrollable envy

They can't see her cry.

Her body moved like a goddess, slick, clean, graceful. To the bystanders it appeared as if she was floating, the way her delicate dancers feet barely touched the ground. As it was every morning, the men, or shall I say boys, were mesmerized. The way she flipped her shinning blue tresses over her shoulders, the way her laugh was as if angels were singing in the distance, her bright white teeth blinding them all. Her small nose scrunched up in a cute way as she scanned the surrounding, blue eyes piercing everyone, leaving them immobile.

Who was she? The most beloved girl in the school, of course. Straight A's all her life, leaving the teachers in her wake speechless. A body that everyone dreamed of, boys and girls alike. The personality of an angel. What wasn't there to love? What wasn't there to envy? To hate?

Taunting, merciless teasing

Whispers behind her back

She smiles and nods

Willingly playing into life's trap.

Her greatness strode into the classroom leaving a trail of people behind her, all clamoring to be her best friend. But none of them cared, none of them knew her. They could never be her friend, she had never had one in her life. To this girl, friends were overrated, boyfriends too. No, she didn't have time in her life for them, she was on the fast track. One day they would all answer to her, she had no doubt.

With the admirers came the jealous, as well. They sat in the back of the classroom, laughing and pointing. There only goal in there short and pathetic life was to bring others down, and they couldn't stand the fact that she wouldn't join them. Here was a girl with masses of power and she was being nice to everyone, they would have it. So they had no choice but to gang up on her, since they could never hope to achieve her level of respect.

She saw them as she did everyday, whispering about her. It hurt, she was woman enough to admit it, but she had other things to worry about then some petty little girls. So she smiled at them, infuriating her enemies more with her utter calm.

Yet when night falls

She begs not to go home

She dreads the darkness

Where the haunting evils roam.

The day flies by so quick that she barely has time to catch her breath and before she knows it the clock is almost at two. Warily glancing outside at the cars and buses she feels a shudder go down her spine. At the end of class she releases a sigh, glad as she always is that practice was not cancelled that day and sends a silent prayer into the night.

She works as hard as she can, to keep her spot as the team captain. Just that year she had received the schools sportsmanship award to add to her vast amount of trophies and award that mean nothing to her. Metal and gold can't still time.

No matter how hard she tries to draw it out practice comes to an end, and she begs her English teacher to let her stay and help grade papers. Her winning smile prevails and she gratefully thanks the teacher and gets to work.

Hours later, deep in the expenses of her mind she hears that the school will close soon. So, whimpering inside she slowly drags her weary body to her old car parked outside.

A car turns off, doors slam

She covers her delicate ears

As fist meet another's soft flesh

And she sings away her fears.

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She runs to her room, not even waiting for a hello. Tonight she won't get one, that's one thing she knows. Huddled on her bed she turns the radio up loud, but it doesn't stop the sounds from reaching her ears. A car pulls up outside and her mother gasp, the door to the living room crashing open.

She sings to herself in the darkness of her room, afraid to turn on the lights. She can hear the whimpers and sickening sounds of flesh hitting flesh, no matter how hard she tries to block it out. Furniture breaks and she hopes her mother was not seriously injured. But she will not cry, her tears are reserved for someone who deserves them, and her eyes were all ready dried out over him.

A body hits the floor

A lone voice yells

Footsteps coming closer

Alcohol penetrates her sense of smell.

She visibly flinches when a body falling rocks the floor, shaking the weak structure of her bed. Then his voice yells out to her, dear lord, he knows she's home. It was useless to try and hide now. She sinks her frail body into her pillows hoping to disappear.

His heavy footsteps come closer, and she doesn't know what to do. She felt as if she was a child again. Hopeless, scared, alone, not the poised, confident, cunning woman she pretends to be. Gagging on the air she realizes with shock that he had been drinking. The beating would be worse tonight.

She hopes it's over quickly

Tenses her body for the pain

Red blood running freely

Like crimson drops of rain.

The door to her bedroom creaks open, almost in a movie like way, with her fathers face staring out of the shadows. She was so scared and helpless when confronted with his murderous eyes. She tried to open her mouth to plead at him to forgive her, for whatever he thought she had done now, but she manages nothing but a pitiful croak. His lean body approaches her and the last thing she could do was pray that he finished with her quickly then tense her small body for the oncoming pain.

He grabs her hair and violently twist it upwards, dragging her cowering body off the bed towards him, then hurling her down on the cold wooden floor. Her body sagged beneath her and she gasped as his booted foot hit her rib cage. His foot then preceded to kick her again and again and she cried out, sputtering blood over the floor.

Her cry only angers him worse and his foot comes down on her head, smashing her delicate nose into her face. This time she does not cry, just waits for whatever comes next, as she swallows her own blood leaking from her nose. She knows he is not finished.

His large hands grab the bottom of her foot, dragging her out of her room and onto the carpet of the hall ways, her shirt hitching up. She barely notices the searing pain in her back as it becomes rug burned. He reaches the stairs and lets go of her foot, then proceeds to kick her down them, her forehead hitting the edges repeatedly.

When her limp body reaches the living room she faintly notices her mother in front of her, bleeding profusely from a gash on the side of her head. More than anything she wants to run to her but, for the time being, had to think for herself.

Her father left the room and she wondered why, but her curiosity was replaced with dread when he came out carrying a black leather belt. He once again grabs her soft tresses and hauls her to her unstable feet. His gruff voice commands that she stand still, and by her own stubborn will she manages to obey him.

Her face fills with agony when the belt comes down on her bare back, slicing through the air. One, two, three, four, five, six times then moving to her front, smacking against her flat stomach, tearing through the clothes. She watches with wonder as her blood is scattered around the room, painting the walls, and herself.

Silence follows the battle

Another angel falls

She hears him snoring softly

Then curses him to hell.

Her body falls to the floor when he leaves, gasping for air and whimpering. The silence mocks her, reminding her of her own weakness and she wants nothing more than to scream. A half an hour later she faintly hears his snoring in the room next to her and weakly attempts to get up. Falling to the floor again she sees her mother out of the corner of her eye, crying silently.

Pity and love fills her heart for the old woman and she crawls over to her, wrapping her bloody arms around her. She softly rocks her mother to sleep, relishing in the warmth of her body and curses her fathers name. She hopes he dies, she genuinely does. He had taken a wonderful woman and had broken her sprit and heart. She would be damned if she would let him break hers.

Tomorrow the sun will rise

And she'll put her makeup on

She's an expert at these things

The bruises and blood will be gone.

She returns to school the next day, ready for a repeat of her life. Makeup does her wonders after a long shower, hardly a bruise can be seen. The nose was much harder to hide and a nurse pulls her aside. The nurse asked what happened to her nose but she says that she fell down the steps. Laughing, she wonders how gullible these nurses are. How many times can a person fall down the steps? But the nurse just smiles and nods her head. She gives her an ice pack then sends her on the way.

Her fan club follows her in, doing this and that. No one ask about the ice pack. That's how much they care. The petty girls in the back point and laugh, they think she has it too easy, while the other girls all sigh, wishing they were her

She's so pretty, so smart, so perfect

They all melodramatically sigh

Filled with so much uncontrollable envy

They can't see her cry.

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So how did you like it? I really liked it! I know it was kind of graphic but that's just how I am. Hey, you want nicer go watch Barney! Cough*NC17banners*Cough. Anyway, Vegeta will be in the next chap and you will see how they all fit into the story!

Please Review, I'd really appreciate it!