Concrete Angel
About a girl whose past has come to haunt her.
It was almost pitch black. The only light was from the street lights. I was being yanked away from where I truly wanted to be by the evil Laura. Laura is my birth mother. She has total custody over me by law. I was five when It all started.
"Madison!Madison!" My father yelled. He and my best friend Alec were the only ones who truly cared about me.
"Madison!" Alec yelled.
Alec and my father were both beckoning for me to grab their hand. But I couldn't. I simply couldn't. Laura was pulling on my left arm so hard I was sure my arm was going to fall off. But I kept trying to take hold of there hands. I actually got a grip on Alec's hand.
"Run away Madison. Just run. You'll be free, and you won't have to live with the wicked witch of the west any more. Just come with your father and I" Alec wispered.
"I-I can't she'll kill me. I just simply can't. " I wispered back. I was now being pulled violently. I was using every strength I had to keep hold of Alec.
"Yes you can. She keeps bringing you down. Just say "i can". Just say no to Laura." my father joined in.
"Daddy-" my hand slipped out of Alec's hand.
"Don't worry when you finally run away, we can be together again. You, me and Alec." my father said, then disappeared. Alec and I watched him go.
"I love you." Alec mouthed. And he too disappeared.
"I love you Alec, and Daddy. I will run away when I get the chance. I will." My mother finally pulled me toward her and pushed me to the cold concrete.
"You worthless child." she said and kicked my side. "Don;t you dare cry. I'll kick you again."
I sucked up my tears and did as I was told. My body ached all over. I had a bloody nose and a scratched knee. Even with all of my efforts of not crying, one tear slid down my cheek.
My mother saw the tear and kicked my face. Even harder than before.
"Don't disobey me. Come back home in an hour. If your late, there will be consequences. If you run...don't." she laughed evily and got in the car and drove home.
I now had a bloody lip, a black eye, and a broken heart. I limped home with my ruby red over sized converses.
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I woke up bolt upright. I've always had dreams of my past, and they are usually just my father and Alec leaving me with the monster. But they have never been so vivid so...detailed. I wiped the sweat from my brow and glanced at the ancient clock beside my twin bed. It said 7:00. this clock has always been an hour late, so that means its six. I got up and started to put on my one of three shirts. It was a white polo. But now it looks more biege, probably because I've had it for three years. I pulled on my holey jeans, and ruby converses. I've had these shoes since I was five. They were ten sizes bigger than they were supposed to be at my age. But now they fit perfectly. It has been eleven years since I've seen Alec and my father. And I intend it to stop at eleven. I only just turned sixteen yesterday, February 14. And it was February 14 the last time I saw Alec and my father. I plan on running away this year. I could just wait until I was eight teen and I am an official adult. I grabbed my brush and brushed my tangles out of my long dirty blond hair. I didn't look in the mirror to check if my hair looks good or not.
1) I don't have a mirror
2) Laura says that I don't need a mirror because there is nothing I can do to improve my ugliness
3) I don't care what anybody thinks of me because I'm used to the weird stares.
I pulled my hair into a pony tail with my only hair band. I then went downstairs to get a granola bar and leave for school. My backpack was with me and ready to go. How do I get to school? you may ask. Well it's simple. I walk. Yes I actually walk to school, I can't use the bus because it doesn't run into my neighborhood, and I don't own a car. It's not a long walk to school, really. Its only a half an hour walk without short cuts. I got to school at six forty three. sadly school starts at seven. I had time. It was freezing cold today. And unlucky for me I'm wearing a short sleeved shirt. and the reason I'm wearing a short sleeved shirt is because I don't own any jackets. I went to my locker and got out my books for first period. Its weird I still get these weird stares from people even though I've been at this high school for two years including this year. Every time I walk into English class my teacher -Mrs. Turbler- always walks around the class. Now that is normal behavior for a teacher but when she gets to my desk she always looks at me up and down and gives me a concerned look. This time she slipped a note on my desk labeled:
To Madison:
I opened the white piece of paper slowly and cautiously. I can tell it was written quickly.
Dear Madison,
Madison, last year I have been noticing something unusual about you. And I want to make sure what I suspect is true although I wish it wasn't. After class please come see me so we can sort this out.
Sincerely, Pam
I was scared yet curious what she has been noticing. was it my doodling in her class? was it my outdated clothes? Or was it my school work? I have done every assignment she assigned. I don't understand what is so wrong with me. Sure I don't have any friends here. But it's not my fault I want to be independent. And besides no one wants to be friends with the horribly fashioned black and blue girl. I pondered this and read the note at least twenty times until the bell rang. I collected all of my books and put them in my cheap backpack.
"Madison, come here please." Mrs. Turbler said. I slowly walked up to her desk. Nervous yet afraid at the same time.
"Hello Madison how are you doing at home?"
"Ummm fine?" I replied. it sounded more like a question.
"Liar." she simply stated
"Excuse me?"
"Well I'm sorry Madison but it doesn't seem like things are "fine" at home. They appear downright awful." she said making air quotes around the word "fine".
"Why do you think that?" I asked. This isn't at all what I thought we would be talking about.
"Well for instance..." she took my arm in her hand. "These." she gestured toward the scars, bruises, and scratches. "and especially that." she pointed at my face. There was one big scar against my cheek.
"Madison!Madison!" My father yelled. He and my best friend Alec were the only ones who truly cared about me.
"Madison!" Alec yelled.
Alec and my father were both beckoning for me to grab their hand. But I couldn't. I simply couldn't. Laura was pulling on my left arm so hard I was sure my arm was going to fall off. But I kept trying to take hold of there hands. I actually got a grip on Alec's hand.
"Run away Madison. Just run. You'll be free, and you won't have to live with the wicked witch of the west any more. Just come with your father and I" Alec wispered.
"I-I can't she'll kill me. I just simply can't. " I wispered back. I was now being pulled violently. I was using every strength I had to keep hold of Alec.
"Yes you can. She keeps bringing you down. Just say "i can". Just say no to Laura." my father joined in.
"Daddy-" my hand slipped out of Alec's hand.
"Don't worry when you finally run away, we can be together again. You, me and Alec." my father said, then disappeared. Alec and I watched him go.
"I love you." Alec mouthed. And he too disappeared.
"I love you Alec, and Daddy. I will run away when I get the chance. I will." My mother finally pulled me toward her and pushed me to the cold concrete.
"You worthless child." she said and kicked my side. "Don;t you dare cry. I'll kick you again."
I sucked up my tears and did as I was told. My body ached all over. I had a bloody nose and a scratched knee. Even with all of my efforts of not crying, one tear slid down my cheek.
My mother saw the tear and kicked my face. Even harder than before.
"Don't disobey me. Come back home in an hour. If your late, there will be consequences. If you run...don't." she laughed evily and got in the car and drove home.
I now had a bloody lip, a black eye, and a broken heart. I limped home with my ruby red over sized converses.
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I woke up bolt upright. I've always had dreams of my past, and they are usually just my father and Alec leaving me with the monster. But they have never been so vivid so...detailed. I wiped the sweat from my brow and glanced at the ancient clock beside my twin bed. It said 7:00. this clock has always been an hour late, so that means its six. I got up and started to put on my one of three shirts. It was a white polo. But now it looks more biege, probably because I've had it for three years. I pulled on my holey jeans, and ruby converses. I've had these shoes since I was five. They were ten sizes bigger than they were supposed to be at my age. But now they fit perfectly. It has been eleven years since I've seen Alec and my father. And I intend it to stop at eleven. I only just turned sixteen yesterday, February 14. And it was February 14 the last time I saw Alec and my father. I plan on running away this year. I could just wait until I was eight teen and I am an official adult. I grabbed my brush and brushed my tangles out of my long dirty blond hair. I didn't look in the mirror to check if my hair looks good or not.
1) I don't have a mirror
2) Laura says that I don't need a mirror because there is nothing I can do to improve my ugliness
3) I don't care what anybody thinks of me because I'm used to the weird stares.
I pulled my hair into a pony tail with my only hair band. I then went downstairs to get a granola bar and leave for school. My backpack was with me and ready to go. How do I get to school? you may ask. Well it's simple. I walk. Yes I actually walk to school, I can't use the bus because it doesn't run into my neighborhood, and I don't own a car. It's not a long walk to school, really. Its only a half an hour walk without short cuts. I got to school at six forty three. sadly school starts at seven. I had time. It was freezing cold today. And unlucky for me I'm wearing a short sleeved shirt. and the reason I'm wearing a short sleeved shirt is because I don't own any jackets. I went to my locker and got out my books for first period. Its weird I still get these weird stares from people even though I've been at this high school for two years including this year. Every time I walk into English class my teacher -Mrs. Turbler- always walks around the class. Now that is normal behavior for a teacher but when she gets to my desk she always looks at me up and down and gives me a concerned look. This time she slipped a note on my desk labeled:
To Madison:
I opened the white piece of paper slowly and cautiously. I can tell it was written quickly.
Dear Madison,
Madison, last year I have been noticing something unusual about you. And I want to make sure what I suspect is true although I wish it wasn't. After class please come see me so we can sort this out.
Sincerely, Pam
I was scared yet curious what she has been noticing. was it my doodling in her class? was it my outdated clothes? Or was it my school work? I have done every assignment she assigned. I don't understand what is so wrong with me. Sure I don't have any friends here. But it's not my fault I want to be independent. And besides no one wants to be friends with the horribly fashioned black and blue girl. I pondered this and read the note at least twenty times until the bell rang. I collected all of my books and put them in my cheap backpack.
"Madison, come here please." Mrs. Turbler said. I slowly walked up to her desk. Nervous yet afraid at the same time.
"Hello Madison how are you doing at home?"
"Ummm fine?" I replied. it sounded more like a question.
"Liar." she simply stated
"Excuse me?"
"Well I'm sorry Madison but it doesn't seem like things are "fine" at home. They appear downright awful." she said making air quotes around the word "fine".
"Why do you think that?" I asked. This isn't at all what I thought we would be talking about.
"Well for instance..." she took my arm in her hand. "These." she gestured toward the scars, bruises, and scratches. "and especially that." she pointed at my face. There was one big scar against my cheek.
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