Chapter 4- Present Day

She knew that some people, mostly Sydnee and another friend named Grace, would disapprove of what she was planning on doing, but in all actuality, she was almost beyond caring anymore. She just wanted it to be gone.

Leaving Carley behind would be the hardest thing, because she knew that when she left, he would turn his twisted affections on the little torn; protect Carley and stay, or save herself and leave?

As she was thinking, the pointer finger of her right hand unconsciously traced the two scars on the inside of her left wrist. The two scars were the width of a razor blade and just a bit longer; the physical evidence that she had tried to do this before.

She had been a freshman in high school, and was tired of being told that she couldn't do anything right. Also, around this same time she'd had her first boyfriend and breakup: fifteen year old Kyle had been like honey to her chapped soul, slowly softening the hard heart and showing her what love could be. However, happily ever after was too good to last, and they mutually agreed that it would be better if they separated.[

Kyle Martin was one of the two friends that she had made that year, seventeen year old Grace Dixon was the surprised that Grace- pretty and popular- actually took the time to talk to her loser, unpopular self. Sometimes, she even caught herself following Grace around like a lost puppy, but the senior actually didn't seem to mind, and soon became one of her best- and only- friends, a willing and caring being, and always ready with a "God loves you, no matter what."

Grace was genuine, caring about Sicily no matter what anyone else said or thought, she wasn't a poser like the girls that would be honey sweet to her face, but made fun of her behind her back.

She leaned back into the beanbag and listened to the noises of the house around her. Somewhere downstairs, Carley was singing something that sounded something like Martina McBride's "Concrete Angel", but she didn't know all the , and she felt like the song was appropriate. She began to sing softly.

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh

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

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

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late

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

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

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

Her cell rang in her back pocket just then, its ring shrill and loud in the silence that fell as her song ended. When she looked at the caller ID, she saw that it was Grace, the very person that she was thinking about.

"Hi, Grace," she answered.

"Hey, girl!" was the greeting that she received back. "How are you?"

"I'm good," she lied, but thee lie must have been evident in her voice because Grace's next words were:

"Don't lie. I can tell when you are, you're not as good at it as you think you are. Spill."

There was silence on the other end as she waited forSicilyto talk, and she would stay on the phone until she did.

"Here's a hint: bullies."

"That's not really a hint. Who was it and what did they do?' Silence was her only answer. "SicilyMarie Jamison-"

"My middle name's not Marie. It's Christine."

"Fine. Sicily Christine Jamison, do I need to come over and have a girl talk?" This time, she only heard sniffles asSicilytried not to cry.

"Yes," was all she said.

"Be there in five. Do you want me to stay on the phone?"

"No."

"Okay. Don't do anything stupid before I get there, okay?" No answer. "Okay,Sicily?"

"Okay." They hung up, and she went in search of Carley, who she found playing with dolls in her room.

"Carley, Grace is going to be here in a few minutes; could you let her in and bring her up to my room?"

"M'kay."

What she was planning defiantly broke her promise to Grace.