"You light up the room
Like a beam of light
With a few small words
You gave me color when I had black and white
You could be my answered prayer
A stranger with his arms wide open
Standing in the winter air

Oh, the dark angel
Will you take me away
If you promise to stay
Will you take me away
You`re the dark angel
Will you save me from myself

You look through my windows
With the calmest eyes
Suddenly, I`m exposed
Stripped down to my soul
You tell me have to fear
You say my time is near
And I believe

You`re the dark angel"

She carefully took the words and let them sink into her mind. She
chose not to wonder why she had chosen that song. She was an odd
combination of denial and full on feelings. It was exciting and
painful at the same time. It was pure and undefined, everything she
needed to feel. She desperately wanted to know what Sam was doing.
She got up and snuck into the bathroom and leaned her ear against
the door. She faintly heard the strains of music coming from
headphones.

When it was quiet sound carried very well in their house. She
couldn’t make out what Sam was listening to, but she kept on
listening anyway. She imagined being able to hear the slow intake of
breath that filled Sam’s lungs and the satisfying push that
expelled
it. When she had exhausted her imaginative energy she slid down the
door and leaned on the bathtub. She would just rest a minute before
returning to her room. One minute turned into eight and a half
hours.

Sam had gotten up pretty early. She considered nine in the morning
early for the summer. When she tired to open her door to the
bathroom she found resistance. She pushed a little harder, but still
couldn’t manage to open it. She didn’t hear the water
running so
she figured that the room was empty. She made sure the handle turned
and then gave the door a harder shove. She didn’t want to push
too
hard so she wouldn’t damage the door itself or whatever was
against
it. She heard something hit the door on the other side of the
bathroom and a cry of pain. She stepped into the room to find a very
rumpled and upside down Brooke on the floor.

Her eyebrows shot up and she rushed over to help the blonde off the
floor.

"Thanks," Brooke mumbled.