A/N: Hi and here is yet another request songfic for you readers! Thanks for all the requests and keep them coming! But before I begin:

LilVickiRyan: Thanks, hope you keep reading!

Damson rhee: it's one of my faves too, glad you like and stay tuned!

Yankee Doodle Blonde: Glad you enjoyed it and hope you enjoy your requested song below!

Becky Lucinda: it was sad, wasn't it? Hope you like the other ones!

SunRise19: Thanks! I will email you for the lyrics to the last 2 songs because I can't find them. I got some ideas for the Faith Hill one. Enjoy the rest!

Angel9220042004: Thanks and you're welcome! Hope you like the others as well!

Xo The Romantic Xo: Thanks for the requests and I'll try to do them. Hope you keep reading!

Song: Concrete Angel

Requested by: Yankee Doodle Blonde

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

She walked into the crowded, noisy cafeteria, clutching her lunch box with the teddy bears on the front. It was childish, yes, but the lunch box held such meaning to her-----it represented her life before it all began to happen. Before her father left to go on a Doctors Without Borders mission. Before her mother became an alcoholic. Before the beatings began and she cried herself to sleep every night. Before she stopped caring. She ignored the stares of her fellow classmates as they laughed and pointed at her, shouting out what a dirt bag she was because she was wearing the same dress she wore the day before. Holding back the tears, she sat in a seat at the corner, opening the lunch box and taking out what had become her comfort food----peanut butter and jelly with chips and a box of fruit punch. It was the only thing she really knew how to make at her age, so it became a staple in her diet. As she ate, Gelman, the school bully, threw a carton of chocolate milk at her, causing it to hit her on the shoulder and quietly yelp in pain. It hit her where the bruise was, a bruise she had gotten from her mother that morning. Her mother had been drinking as usual, and hit her several times, all because she had forgotten to take out the garbage the night before. She sighed and continued to eat, her mind still on her troubles as she wished there were someone out there that could help her.

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

She knew that her teacher, Miss Grotke noticed what was going on, she rarely participated anymore and her grades had gone down dramatically but she failed to ask or even care about what was going on in her life. She was just a student, and Miss Grotke the teacher, and it wasn't her job to care about what went on outside the classroom. Besides, it wasn't as if anyone saw her cry. That was something she did at night, long after her mother ad passed out, long after the world had gone to sleep. She had nobody to rely on, no friends to turn to and certainly not a family to support her. She was at the end of the line, and she no longer wanted to live. It hurt her too much to still be around and she knew the longer she was around, the worse it would get and the more she and those around her would suffer.

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

She wanted to die, so bad she could almost taste it. The taste of bitter pills followed by the strong swig of brandy after. The feel of the cold revolver in her hands. The feel of blood flowing from her temple as the gun went off. But as much as she wanted it, she just could not bring herself to do it. She was too chicken. But there had to be a way out, there just had to be. She had dreams she wanted to fulfill, she wanted to find a better life, to finally be loved and be able to love in return. But how would she accomplish that if she just killed herself? As she stood on the bridge, contemplating what she should do, the decision was made for her.

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

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

Nobody heard her scream when the gust of wind slammed into her tiny body and threw her into the water. Or if they had, they were too caught up in their own lives and worries to care about the little girl who had died that night, a girl who had been abused, a girl nobody cared about until it was too late. It wasn't until two of her classmates found her the next day on the way to school did they finally realize the horrific life that Ashley Boulet had lived, and how everyone was too late in trying to save her from herself.

A/N; did not mean for it to be this sad, but the song just gave me this idea. Hope you all like it and will send me plenty of soul hugs! Thanks and happy reading! Keep bringing on those requests!