I woke up to the sound of my radio playing. My parents hadn't turned it off, but that was fine with me. I looked over to my clock resting on my desk, 1:30 it read. I was not going to get a wink of sleep tonight. It was dark, but I didn't really mind it, in fact I loved it. The way it could conceal objects from view, it's inky blackness, its silence. I loved all its aspects and I had an uncanny knack of controlling it.

I listened to the radio, my favourite song was on 'Move Along' by the All American Rejects, but that was not what woke me up. I heard a tap on the window, curious to see what was up at this hour I looked outside and was startled by what I saw. A young girl probably not over the age of six was standing outside, clothes torn and blood dripping from a gash in her right arm. Astonished I made my way to the back door, remembering to grab a towel from the linen press as I walked by. I opened the door as quietly as I humanly possible, trying not to wake my parents or my dog for that matter, but succeeding in only one aspect. My dog started to come out of her kennel, but while half way out decided to stay inside. Light footedly I ran over to the girl wrapping her in the towel. She shivered as I touched her wound.

"I need to stop this from bleeding". I said to her, concern unintentionally entering my voice.

She nodded and started to limp towards the back door.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Angel." She replied.

"That's an interesting name." I said, trying to start a conversation.

She whimpered.

I looked down to see her arm bleeding more than I suspected.

Scared that she might bleed to death I took her into the kitchen, ran to my first aid, got some bandages and started to wrap her arm over the sink.

"Do you have any other injuries?" I asked curiously

She nodded.

"Where is it?"

She moved her hands all over.

"What everywhere?"

She nodded again.

"This is going to take a lot of band aids." I said, adding a bit of sarcasm.

It took all of five minutes to find and treat the other wounds and boy did she have a few. I had to use over fifteen band aids and three bandages. As I took Angel back to my room to give her rest I heard my parents stir.

"Crap." I muttered under my breath.

"What is it?" asked Angel.

"Umm." I started. "My parents are starting to stir, if they wake up they will come and check on me and my brother and they'll probably find you when they check on me."

"Here." She said, handing me the towel wrapped around her body. She closed her eyes and lifted her arms. She hummed lightly for two seconds and then lowered her arms again. I heard my parents snoring again and looked at Angel strangely.

This girl is really different I thought to myself.

She looked at me oddly and smiled.

"I know I am different." she said and made her way to my room.

Not wanting Angel to hurt herself I set down a towel on my bed and laid her on it. I wrapped her up tight and squeezed her hand.

"I don't know who you are, but for now I will take care of you, and I will help you find your way home." I said, just before I dropped into the bean bag lying on the floor and fell asleep.