Ryan and his sister, Stephanie, have suffered at the hands of their abusive alcoholic father as long as they can remember, and one day, everything takes a turn for the worse. (Spelling and grammar ...
A middle aged man is sitting in the family room. It's not much of a family room. There are cigarette butts covering the floor and used needles scattered. The man takes a long drag and throws the used butt onto the pile with the others. He lights another and goes back to staring at the plain white walls.
Two siblings, a teenage boy and his kid sister, leave their house early Monday morning. The teen boy has dark brown hair, pale skin and beautiul honey eyes. His sister looks like a mini female version of him, only with dark green eyes. Ryan is walking Stephanie to school, like he does every school morning. They can't afford to buy a car or pay for a bus.
Stephanie clutches tighter to the strap of her tattered rucksack. Inside is the second hand, cover-less book and a sandwich she made herself. Ryan looks down at his little sister and sighs at the sight of the stains. Her dress is wrinkled and has blotchy patches. It's the same one she wore the day before. The arm of the dress raises slightly to reveal a deep purple bruise. Ryan winces at the sight on his precious sister's arm. Ryan is wearing a long-sleeved top to cover his own scrapes and scratches.
The two siblings walk down the street. Everywhere they look fathers are hugging their children goodbye. Ryan looks away, tears in his eyes. Why couldn't his father be like that?
Ryan stops by the gates and watches his sister skip off towards class. She looks so innocent and helpless. That's because she is. Ryan starts his own journey off towards high school, to endure more suffering from his fellow students.
Ryan sits at the back of the room, staring mindlessly out the window. The teacher walks past his desk but doesn't ask. Ryan's smile is so fake it looks real. He holds the pain back so far no one suspects anything. The only person who he shares with is his sister. Stepahnie's the only one who knows about the secret storm. Most days Ryan is so upset he wishes he was never born. The only reason he hasn't run away or commited suicide is because his sister needs him. She needs him more than anything in this cruel world.
Recess comes and Stephanie sits alone. She gets pushed off the swing by other children, so she must sit on the bench. No one pays attention to her. She swings her legs and stares at the floor. Tears well in her eyes, but no one notices. Not even the teachers. Stephanie is all alone in the world. Se only has Ryan, but Ryan isn't there in the school day. Stephanie is all alone.
Ryan and Stephanie sneak through their front door. They don't want to arouse their father. Both of them stand strong, they defend each other against their father. They can't rise above the torture that they face. All they can do is grin and bear it. At night they can dream, the siblings can dream about a place where they are loved, where there is no more pain.
The full moon creates shadows on the wall. It illuminates the abuse that Stephanie is suffering. Ryan tried to protect his sister but a drunken father slaps his oldest child across the face, sending him flying backwards. The neighbors must hear the screams, but no one answers the call for help. Stephanie's tiny body can't hold much more. It's a cruel trick of fate. No one can help her, the game is over. When morning comes it'll be to late for help. Stephanie will be lost forever.
Ryan now has no reason to live. He must stand strong against the wind and the rain alone. He doesn't care about this world anymore, it gave up on him a long time ago. He can still dream of having wings and flying the coup, to go to a place where he will be loved. Where he can see his sister again.
Ryan walks through the park. The crisp autumn leaves crunching beneath his feet. A single tear rolls down his cheek as he crouches down in the shaded place. Stephanie's angel face is a distant memory. Her name is written on a polished rock. 'Stephanie Roseanne Ross. 7/11/95-29/7/01. A beloved daughter and sister'. Ryan stared at the last line. A beloved daughter and sister? More like a broken heart that the world forgot. Only her brother to depend on to get through her life.
Through the wind and the rain, she stood hard as a stone. In this world she couldn't rise above. Her dream have now come true. She now has wings and she's flown to a place where she's loved.
Stephanie's a concrete angel.
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