Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Lilacpool · RiverClan Medicine Cat

RE: Ebony's Short Stories ~Not Goodbye UP!!~

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

Thank you guys ever so much for reading this story! I am sorry it was sad but i usually write happier stories. I wanted one that was an the sad side. One that might strike close to home. Perhaps a story that might move your emotions. I am sorry if you cried at all during this story. If i can make you do that than i have somwhat succeded at my goal!! XD

Tutelasoul · ThunderClan Warrior

Yes you have. Wow, that was amazing. Close...to...home...aak...*dies*

Lilacpool · RiverClan Medicine Cat

Aww.
Well you moved my emotions for sure.
Thanks.
And it wasn't a poke.
:]

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

Alrighty guys. I was taking a short break from Fireclan and was thinking about a few other stories. I happened to be listening to Martina Mcbride's Concrete Angel (Awsome song by the way. If you havent heard it go to youtube and look it up...) I was inspired and i wanted to write this story. Enjoy!

Concrete Angel

                       "Im sorry Im late," the soft voice of a young girl who was about twelve years old said. A classroom full of mocking eyes turned to her with curiosity. One pair of eyes, large and dark brown, gazed at her without emotions. The dark eyes belonged to Roger, a rather odd boy who tended not to show his emotions. He was much taller than the young girl and his hair was a dark chocolate brown. His eyes stared at her impassively, as if studying her.
                    The teacher sighed and pointed to the back of the room, "Alright, just go sit down." The young girl made her way back to the open desk by Roger. As she sat down his eyes were still on her.
                  "Why are you late?" Roger asked curiously.
                   With a shy and nervous chuckle she replied, "Um, just slept in that is all." Rogers dark eyes narrowed at her but he questioned no further. Rather he examined her again. He noticed that every inch of her body save her hands and her face were covered up, as usual.
                  "Why do you wear all those cloths?" he asked, but his voice wasnt mocking or teasing her at all. Why does she wear them? It isnt even cold outside. He thought to himself quietly. The young girl turned her pale blue eyes away from him making sure to avoid eye contact. As she stared down at her desk, her long blond hair fell to the sides of her face making it impossible to see her eyes.
                  "Just felt like wearing them," was her short reply.
                  "Really," Rogers impassive voice replied. The young boy placed his hand against his chin and leaned heavily on it. "Is that so." He gave a short sigh and turned his eyes forward. Their probing effects were lifted from the young girl. "You dont have to tell me Melissa. I was just being polite." Out of the corner of his emotionless stare he saw her tense heavily. His dark eyes narrowed to slits as he listened to the teacher prattle on about some distant land.
                  The lunch bell rang loudly and all the kids bolted from their seats to get to the lunch room as fast as they could. Roger came along more slowly, keeping a watchful eye on Melissa, just like he always did. Oddly enough no one teased him about it. He had been watching her, studying her since she had joined their class. He felt that there was something odd about her. She never really talked to anyone, but then again no one made an attempt to talk to her, except him.
                  His long young legs carried him easily down the school corridors until he made it to the doors that led to the playground. Some kids were already there eating their lunches happily. Rogers ever watchful eyes scouted out for the lonely figure of the oddly quiet girl. She was no where on the playground, yet Roger knew where she was.
                  He easily stepped out on to the blacktop and headed for the older kids science garden. The sound of laughter and shouts fell away as he neared the large wooden gate of the garden. He gently pulled on the handle that opened the door. It let out a low squeak, but it was barely audible. He stepped in and was immediately met with the sights of large beautiful ferns. Bushes with large berries and tall trees stood before him. As he walked deeper in to the secret garden he heard soft whispers. He narrowed his eyes and as quietly as a shadow moved toward the sound.
                There in the most secluded spot of the garden was a wall of tall sunflowers shielded by many large trees. At the base of the tall flowers was Melissa. She sat caressing a small sunflower. Roger tilted his head to the side and oddly enough imagined glorious wings on the young girls back. The young angelic looking girl was highlighted by rays of light that managed to slip through the smothering grasp of the branches above her. A few tears rolled down her cheeks making the scene before him breath taking.
               Roger lifted his hand to his chest and clutched it tightly. He wanted to walk forward and comfort her but she looked like she was in a painting. She was there but she was untouchable. He looked closely at the clothes she wore. They looked old and tattered. As if they had many previous owners. She wore a faded tan skirt that looked like at one point had been pure white. Her feet were covered in old brown shoes that looked like she had out grown them. Her faded blue blouse was covered by a dark brown jacket that had tatter old long sleeves. How had anybody been able to over look the pitiful state of her clothing?
              Roger looked away for a moment before he decided to confront her. As he moved forward he stepped on a small twig that made a large snapping sound that was magnified by the wall of plants around them. Melissa jumped and turned to him. Her large blue eyes were wide with shock. Roger put up his hands in a non threatening way.
              "I am sorry that I have bothered you," he started. "You just looked rather lonely." His eyes were as emotionless as ever. Melissa glanced left and right as if the shadows around them contained others that he had brought with him to ridicule her. Roger stepped forward and oddly she took a step back.
               "I am not going to hurt you." He extended a hand toward her as if coaxing a stray beaten cat that it was alright to come closer. She flinched away from him making him pull his hand back slightly. His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head to the side. Melissa backed away again but Roger closed the gap easily. Her eyes opened wide and her nostrils flared out giving her the look of a trapped stray cat once more.
                Roger placed his hands in his pockets and smiled at her trying to reassure her. "I am no going to hurt you I swear." At his smile he saw her relax slightly.
                 "I have never seen you smile before", She said softly as if not sure of herself. Her blue eyes turned away from him still refusing to make eye contact. Rogers smile disappeared slightly and he saw her tense more. He gave a short sigh and let his smile spread on his face once more.
                  "I am sure its quite rare to see it, but I havent seen you smile either." He said softly. He backed away slightly letting her have her own room. "I am sorry for intruding, but I just saw you crying. I wanted to see if you were hurt."
                  Almost as if it was involuntary, Melissa clutched her arms together, like she was trying to hide them. "Why?" She said in a soft weathered voice. Roger glanced away.
                  "I just thought you might need a friend." He sighed softly. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her face light up with joy, yet she was still on the defensive. Her smile was infectious and he couldnt help the small smile that caressed his lips. Roger stood taller and studied the girls face. Now that he had a close look at her, she was pale and had dark bags under her eyes. He wanted to reach forth and wipe them away so she would not be so tired.
                  "You really want to be my friend?" She asked softly. Roger nodded and watched as Melissas face beamed with joy.
                  "Come on," He reached forward and yet Melissa flinched again. Why did she do that? He was desperate to know. What would cause someone to flinch even when the other person moved? He watched as Melissa reluctantly reached her hand forward and gasped his hand. Her thin small fingers were enveloped by his larger hands. A large happy yet embarrassed grin touched her lips. "Come on," He said again with a warm smile.

                 Three weeks passed before anything odd had happened to the two children. Melissa gradually grew to trust and depend on Roger. The young dark haired boy only showed her his soft and warm smiles. The two had grown close and yet it wouldnt last. It was never meant to last.

                 Roger grasped Melissas hand as he pulled her through their secret garden. He smiled at her and yet today her face was solemn. Her eyes were dull and every time he pulled her along she flinched in pain. He was sure he had cured her of that bad habit.
                 "Whats wrong?" He asked softly. She didnt reply but he was not going to give up. "Melissa? What happened?" He stopped but kept his hand tightly around hers. She glanced away as if in shame. Roger stepped closer to her and with his other hand he reached for her arm. At the movement he felt her jerk away as if her life depended on it. Roger was stunned. "Melissa?" His voice was as surprised as the look on his face.
                Small glistening tears rolled down Melissas face and on to her old stained clothes. "I cant tell you Roger." She murmured. Her blue eyes became red around the corners as still a few more tears rolled down her cheeks. Roger stepped forward and wiped them away despite seeing another flinch.
               "Please Melissa." He said softly. He gently grasped her arm with the utmost care. He pushed back the old sleeve only to be horrified at what he saw. All over her thin pale arm were large bumps and bruises that were the color of coal and dark nights. His dark brown eyes caught sight at old thin pink scars that had healed over time. She had been getting cut as well? He gasped and looked at her with pain in his eyes. "Why didnt you tell me?" He asked his voice barely above a whisper. "Who did this to you?" Melissa shook her head and covered her mouth with her other hand.
              She shut her eyes as if it was too painful to talk about. Though Roger was unsure of how to comfort her he gently pulled her arm making her come close to him. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her gently. He felt her tense in his embrace. Melissa, why didnt you tell me? Who ever did this to you is going to pay. He growled lowly. "Which bully was it?" He felt Melissas head shake against his shoulder in disagreement.
              "It wasnt a bully," she murmured, choking back a small sob. Roger tensed. It wasnt a bully? Who could it have possibly been if not a bully? He pulled away from her and rested his hands on her shoulders making her cringe in pain. His face contorted in shock. So not only were her arms bruised, but perhaps every inch of her was. That was when it clicked in his mind. Melissa always wore long sleeved shirts and long pants to cover every last inch of her other than her hands and face. Roger pulled away and clenched his fist tightly. Who ever was doing this was not going to get off lightly.

            Roger came in to class the next day sitting in his usual spot watching the door carefully, waiting for his best friend to walk in. He sat waiting for a long time. Yet no matter how many times his dark eyes darted to the door, she did not come in. The teacher sat at her desk and called attendance. Melissa was no where to be seen. Roger was not completely worried though. She sometimes came late to class. He propped his cheek upon his hand and kept an eye on the door.
            The classroom telephone rang noisily next to the teacher many times before she decided it was alright to pick it up. "Hello?" The teacher said in a rather bored tone. She nodded a few times muttering yes every now and again. Then oddly enough her eyes shot open wide. Her mouth hung open slightly and her face grew pale. "Oh, I see... Thank you..." She muttered and hung up the phone. By the way she sat Roger knew that something was up.
            "Um......" She started, "Class... I have some terrible news..." Roger sat forward listening intently. "Melissa Harper... Is no longer with us..." the teacher glanced at the floor with a grim look of shock.
            "What do you mean Mrs. Stone? Did that weirdo transfer?" called a smart alack kid in the front. Mrs. Stone eyes glared at the boy harshly silencing all the laughter he had gotten, the look many everyone tense.
            "No Jack. She is no longer with us because she has passed away." Mrs. Stone said heavily. Silence stunned the class. Roger stared at Mrs. Stone as if she was speaking a different language. His hands clenched the side of his desk so tightly it made them turn pale white.
            "She... is gone?" Rogers voice cracked in pain making the whole class turn to him. They had never heard such pain before in their lives. Rogers whole world felt like a shattered glass window. Melissa was dead? How could that be? Just yesterday Roger had given her a warm embrace and swore revenge on whoever did those horrible things to her.
            Mrs. Stone nodded softly, "They told me that her father only came home a few days a week, and this week in particular he was heavily drunk and frustrated. He had taken out his frustrations on Melissa before... but now..." Roger bolted upright out of his seat. His eyes were red and enflamed.
            "Her father!?" His voice cracked again. His young body shook with rage.
            Yes Mrs. Stone replied with another grim look. "It seems he is going to be charged with first degree murder. Roger eyes flew open with shock. He clutched his chest as if someone had gone right in and ripped his heart out. Unable to take this any further Roger bolted out of the class room stumbling over some back packs on his way out. Tears fell freely from his eyes as he charged away down the hall.

Roger stood all by himself beside a small gravestone that read:

Here lies,
Melissa Harper
She was a young brave soul that lived through so much,
A loving caring daughter,
Rest in peace.

           On top of the grave stone sat a marble angel. Her hair and wings cascading down her back like a waterfall. Roger gently reached forward and caressed the cheek of the small statue that looked so much like the girl that had take so much of his heart with her when she passed away. The funeral had been small and short. No more than ten people had shown up. Rogers mother had stayed for most of it but had to go home quickly before their dinner burnt. Roger growled as tears swelled in his eyes.
            He collapsed to his knees and let the small salty droplets run down his pale face. "I am so sorry Melissa." He clutched a few lock of his hair in his hand as he tried to steady his thoughts. He shook his head back and forth as the apology was not heard by anyone beside him and the graves. He looked up with the reddened dark eyes. He glanced left and right making sure no one was watching before he pulled out a screw driver and a small hammer. Using the tools like a chisel he wrote in under "Rest in peace"

My Concrete Angel

-- Edited by Ebonycloud at 09:59, 2008-12-10

Emberpaw · WindClan Apprentice

Ebony's Short Stories ~Concrete Angel UP!!~

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

Yeah... stupid posts do that when I transfer them over from Microsoft word... takes away the apostrophies, commas, quotation marks and the three period sucessions... Well anyway =D I have to go back through and add the quote marks, i completely forgot about the other stuff i needed to add cause it would take me forever...

Tutelasoul · ThunderClan Warrior

I'm not crying...no, no...it's just my allergies....

Yeah okay, I'm almost sobbing here.

Hold on a sec...must wipe eyes....

Okay...wow. That was absolutely, point-blank beautiful. I've never...wow. I feel, like, so lame, getting emotional like this....Ebony, hun, you kill me dead with your amazing soul that is not afraid to express itself with what it really wants to say. You put me absolutely to shame.

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

Daww!!!! Thanks so much Flighty! Its great to see you again! I have a present for you if you hadnt seen it already =D Can be found on dA!

I am so glad you like this story! As i said it was inspired by Concrete Angel by Marina McBride and i adore her so much! She has enough guts to sing about things like this and i was inspired to make this story... although it is sad.

Tutelasoul · ThunderClan Warrior

Aww its so cute~ Thank you Eboners. Now...if you would be so kind as to...read the short story I've posted? ^^;;;;