Oh shit. I thought looking around the bloody mess of my room and then down at my hip. I was so hoping that my parents don't come in right now... They don't know that this has been happening for the past three years. Ever since I was sixteen giant bruises and gashes would be on my body after I woke up. I've only ever had to deal with an angel once or twice and now they were becoming more common.... 'uuuuugggghhhhh' I moaned to myself. With a wave of my hand all of the blood came out of the carpet on the floor and out of my bedsheets and swirled around in a ball and disappeared. My parents didn't know that I had magical abilities either. That's how I could hide my wounds but never heal them and that's also why I steer clear of people, so that they can't touch me and risk having my injuries get worse.
Getting rid of the angel was a bigger problem though, it used up more energy to dispose of them. I stomped my foot on the ground a couple of times revealing a seemingly endless hole in the ground and dropped the angel in watching them fall for all of eternity.
Tonight I would set up a camera and find out what is actually happening.....
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