Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Concrete Angel ❯ Chapter 1

This is my first attempt at a song-fic/death-fic. Plus I'm not that good with abuse. Hopefully it's not too horrible. We know the stories of all the spirit detectives and why they're there, but what about Botan? Set to "Concrete Angel" by Martina McBride.

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She walks to school with the lunch she packed, Nobody knows what she's holdin' back.

The girl looked down at the ground as she walked, never revealing her eyes, in fear strangers would discover her secret if they seen the pain reflecting back at them.

Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday, She hides the bruises with a linen and lace.

The pale pink kimono went to her feet, revealing nothing. The arms went down halfway, the rest white lace that went down to her hands. The V-neck structure was also accompanied by lace that finished just below her chin, in a turtle-neck design.

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask, It's hard to see the pain behind the mask.

She walked into a classroom and headed for a seat in the back. The teacher glances up briefly from the stack of papers she is looking at before turning her attention back to them. She worries about her student. The girl had a lot of potential but doesn't seem to be applying herself. She had a slight idea why, but incase she was wrong, didn't want to say anything.

Bearin' the burden of a secret storm, Sometimes she wishes she was never born.

The girl stared out of the window, resting her chin in her hands. A lone tear rolls down her check. She wiped it off quickly, hoping no one saw. She glanced around and saw no one looking her way so she was content that she was the only one that realized it was there. She bit back a bitter laugh as she realized she would be the only one to ever know her pain.

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone, In a world that she can't rise above.

Another tear silently slides down her check as she thinks about what happened that morning. --mini flashback-- "Bitch! I told you to have breakfast done an hour ago!" "I-I'm sorry!" "Shut up!" A fist connected with her stomach, sending her to the ground. "You won't speak unless asked." The girl nodded. "Finally, she listens." The man kicked her in the stomach as he walked away. "Worthless wench."

But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved, Concrete angel.

The girl laid on the floor a broken smile on her face as she imagined herself flying into the sky with an angel holing her hand, leaving this world behind her. She weakly got up and walked out, the door clicking shut behind her. --end mini flashback--

Somebody cries in the middle of the night, The neighbors hear but they turn out the lights.

The girl leaned against her bedroom door as she slid to the floor. Her 'loving' father had decided to reward her when she came home from school fifteen minutes late. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, her body shaking with the force of her sobs. She wiped the blood from her lip as she limped to her bed. She slowly sat down and stared at the razor that rested on her bedside table.

A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate, When mornin' comes it'll be too late.

She took the razor and rolled up the sleeve to her kimono. She shook as the blade came in contact with her wrist and took a deep breath. She slid the cool metal against her darkened skin and watch the blood flow freely.

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone, In a world that she can't rise above.

She laid on her bed smiling, knowing she would soon be free from her suffering.

But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved Concrete angel.

As she was losing conciseness, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up startled and saw a smiling face look down at her. She smiled back, recognizing the face as the angel she saw in her dream. She took his hand, and left the world of the living behind her.

A statue stands in a shaded place, An angel girl with an upturned face. Her name is written on a polished rock, A broken heart that the world forgot.

The funeral was held a week later. Only one person attended. The woman fell to the ground weeping, wishing she would have said something when she first suspected. "Oh god, Botan, I'm so sorry. I should've said something earlier. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The woman sobbed as she sat on the smooth dirt. "It's ok." Startled, the woman looked up into the face of a smiling Botan. "You freed me from this world. I'm happy where I am now. You don't have to cry for me." She faded as the woman buried her face in her hands, the tears refusing to stop.

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 stood up wiping her eyes as something dawned on her. Botan was finally free. And no one could ever hurt her again.

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Please don't flame me for this. I know it probably wasn't the best one-shot in the world, but I tried. Hopefully you enjoyed it? Well, until next time. Ja!