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Bandaid Brigade
“Rose, Alice. Jasper wants to hear his song.” I said from the inside of our closet. Because there were two of us, I had our bathroom outside our room, and the closet take up the space that Jasper’s bathroom did in his room.
“Is that a good idea Bella?” Rose looked worried that I would play a song actually about him. She didn’t want him to go to deep.
“Its Concrete Angel, by Martina McBride.” I planned on it being a question, but it came out a statement. She looked relieved. I guess she heard the song before. Then she followed me out. Closely trailed by Alice, but Jasper didn’t want an audience so they stayed right outside his door.
When I came in, the TV was off and he was plugging in his stereo/Cd player. I didn’t know why he didn’t play it from his computer, but it’s alright. I looked at the case they printed for me. Concrete Angel was number seven.
I popped it in and hit the button until ‘track seven’ appeared on his LED screen face. I took Jaspers hand, even though he flinched, I didn’t pull away.
"Concrete Angel"
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
The people wonder but none asks
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
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 lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
[Repeat Chorus]
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
[Repeat Chorus]
Hadn’t I just been thinking that I had never seen Jasper cry before? I didn’t know what to do because it had never happened before. I did was Esme did to us. Held him, tucking his face into the nook of shoulder and neck, he actually responded, putting his arms around me.


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