[ WP ] In the dead of night a young girl meets an intimidating man with severe scarring . After the confrontation the man is the one who is afraid .

I do n't believe in them, if they were real why would bad things happen to good people? There she was, stark white footie pajamas. Stuffed bear in tow. She had a stance that was so typically little girl, pigtails, holding her furry best friend by the slightly torn foot. 
 
 `` Where did you come from?'' I asked through the heavy and infrequent rain drops. 
 
 `` Home.'' It must have been just after 2:00AM because the R42 bus came strolling in a few minutes late to the city street corner just like usual. I tried to ignore the new company for the evening, I'd had a long day of begging and it was only a few hours before I'd have to be up to forage for my breakfast scraps. 
 
 `` Mister... what happened to your face?'' The headlights of the bus must have lingered a little too long as the little girl finally noticed the reason I ca n't have a normal life. 
 
 `` An accident, a long time ago.'' I cowered at the thought of scaring the poor thing. 
 
 `` Oh, are you sure?'' The little girl was starting to annoy me. She poked her head even closer, wide eyed and innocent looking. As I covered myself in newspaper found as comfortable a spot as I could I muttered, 
 
 `` Of course I'm sure, now run along I'm sure someone is worried about you.'' Where were her parents anyway? 
 
 `` They look like burn marks, were you in a fire?'' The seven or eight year old was testing me. 
 
 `` Yes, they were from a terrible fire when I was a little boy. Like I said, an accident. Now, leave me alone!'' I scowled as I angrily turned away from the girl. This show of anger would surely make her run off, I thought. 
 
 `` Did n't mommy and daddy tell you not to play with fire?''... A deep blankness started to take away my expression. 
 
 `` What did you say?'' As I turned back at her, she was all smiles staring right through me. 
 
 `` Mommy and daddy said you should n't play with fire, it's dangerous. But I know you did n't mean it Joey. I know it was an accident.'' The words surrounded my head but never really sunk in. How could she know my name, how could she know what happened, what's going on here? 
 
 `` Aah....Aah....Abby?'' I could barely get the name off my tongue as my eyes finally recognized the figure in front of me. 
 
 `` But you... Abby... you... you... died in that fire. I tried to run in after you and collapsed from the smoke. A neighbor pulled me out and I was badly burned, but you... they found you among the ashes!'' I was sobbing uncontrollably as I looked up and down the spitting image of my baby sister. The same sister that was upstairs playing with dolls while I was in the basement playing with dad's fireworks. 
 
 She giggled and nodded as I came to the realization. As she turned away and started walking she uttered, `` It's not your fault.'' She disappeared in the distance as I could no longer make her out amongst my tears and the shadows of the night. I fear I may have seen an angel. 
 
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 Edited for formatting due to suggestion. Sorry for the first response without it properly spaced.
