Everyone sat in silence for a long time. Shane wouldn’t take her hand from Carmen’s, Alice sat in one corner of the couch away from them all, and Bette was sitting with her head in her hands trying to make sense out of this mess. She figured she’d messed with her powers so badly that now she was effecting people around her.

“Look, I think me and Carmen need to get out of here. No offense Bette but I don’t think it’s safe for us to be around you. You‘re alright right?” Bette nodded her head yes as she stood up, she understood and had taken no hurt in the admission and hugged them goodbye. Before they left Carmen promised to fix her wall, she felt really bad about that. Alice was still shocked in the corner of the couch not only by Bette but by the power she held on those around her.

“Do you know what that is?”

“No!” Bette immediately shouted back. “It’s never happened to me before, and I have no idea how to get rid of it.”

“I don’t think you can.”

“What?!” Bette shouted with wide eyes.

“Bette whatever that light is , it’s tied into your emotions for ‘her’. Maybe you’re body’s are tied so deeply that this light was meant for something…”

“This can’t be real. I don’t believe this.” Bette stood up and paced the room as the revelation came through so prominently in her mind. She stopped and stared out the window at the darkened city with a sarcastic laugh. “you have fuckin gotta be kidding me!” she yelled to no one as she started pacing her living room again with balled up fists.

“You wanna share or is this an impromptu game of charades?”

Bette stopped with her hands on her hips and looked at Alice before she spoke, “My mother when I was a kid told me a poem she’d memorized. She’d say this poem to me every night like it was a prayer. I always thought it was about fairies or something.”

“Bette you wanna stop the crazy bus and let the slow person on.” Alice said pointing overhead at herself. “Thank you. What does a poem have to do with this shit?”

“Save your heart, hold your might, it belongs to the breaker of the light. Arms stretched out wide, she’ll come as fragile as a broken bride. Take her hand through the night and birth change into the light.” or some shit like that, it goes on for a while anyway. It wasn’t until later when I was older I found out from my father that it was about Angels.” Bette said and saw how Alice still looked at her waiting for her to tie this poem into their lives now. “Don’t you get it? Tina’s an Angel!” Bette said resting on her desk with her heels holding her up as she rested back on the palms of her hands smiling proudly at herself for figuring out something all on her own.

“Okay…but if; and this is a big if okay? If Tina’s an Angel,” Alice caught Bette’s attention completely, “Then what are you?”

　

　

　

　

TBC…………………….