Suicidal Suspense
Disclaimer : I do not own any Charmed characters.
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Prue: 19 Piper: 17 Phoebe: 15 Grams: Who knows?
It had been four days now since Phoebe committed suicide. The sports teacher had found her dead body wriggled in the climbing ropes that were hanging in the sports hall. Nobody had a clue why she made an end to her life. Phoebe was the life-loving party girl that could have every boy she wanted. There was no reason for this drama. And that was exactly why Prue began to search a reason behind it. It became...her obsession
Part 1
"Matt!" Anya flew in his arms. "Have you heard it?" A tear made his way down her face.
"Off course I heard it, An" He pressed his mouth on her lips.
She pushed him away. "Matt, we can't. Not yet."
"But An, she's gone. Forever. And she had chosen for it herself. Why can't we now? It's not like she'll come out of heaven to tell us we can't love each other." He paused for a second and decided to say what he had always wanted to say her. "I love you, An. Nothing or nobody will stop me. And certainly not a dead ex-girlfriend." He tried to kiss her again.
She caught the kiss willingly, but still had her doubts. Phoebe was her best friend. They had been since kinder garden. She couldn't just pretend like nothing happened. Tears began to roll faster over her face.
Matt noticed it. He pulled himself away and looked in to her wet eyes. "An? Are you all right?" He wiped away her tears.
"What do you think, Matt? My best friend just committed suicide and I should be happy because we can finally be together?" She sobbed. "I'm not all right, Matt, I'm not."
Matt took her in his arm and tried to comfort her. "But you'll be, An, you'll be."
~~~~*~~~~
The first days after Phoebe died were odd days. Prue could barely remember them. Everybody lived in our own thoughts. Grams didn't come out of the attic and Piper had locked herself up in her room. Prue provided them with food and kept herself busy with arranging the funeral.
~~~~*~~~~
The white coffin stood in the front of the church. Everywhere were flowers, but they hardly covered up all the black from the crowd that was sitting and even standing. All Phoebe's friends had come. She was quite popular, Prue realised.
The bell rang, and they all stood up. Here and there you could hear some whispering or some coins jingle in pockets. The priest began to speak: "Brothers and sisters, we're all gathered here today..."
His words faded in Prue's head. She really didn't care for the moment about what he said. Was it really Phoebe in that coffin? Death, it seemed so far away. Nobody talked about it, like it was forbidden.
"This is for you, Phoebe, because we'll always love you." Anya said. She gave a sign to Matt and he let his fingers gently walk over the strings of his guitar. Anya began to sing:
In my hands
A legacy of memories
I can hear you say my name
I can almost see your smile
Feel the warmth of your embrace
But there is nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
Sweet darling you worry too much, my child
See the sadness in your eyes
You are not alone in life
Although you might think that you are
Never thought
This day would come so soon
We had no time to say goodbye
How can the world just carry on?
I feel so lost when you are not by my side
But there's nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
So sorry your world is tumbling down
I will watch you through these nights
Rest your head and go to sleep
because my child, this not our farewell.
This is not our farewell.
Prue was stunned. Was this really our farewell? Would she never see Phoebe again? Her eyes filled themselves with tears. But she wasn't going to cry. Prue never cried, she didn't cry when mom died and she wasn't going to cry then either. Piper did cry. Prue took her in her arms: "We're going to get trough this," she whispered in her ear. "We're going to get trough this..."
~~~~*~~~~
In the back of the church stood a man with a long dark suit. The black head he was wearing covered his face in a dark shadow. He tried hard not to smile, but he couldn't help himself. Luck was on his site. If she had only lived one day longer. No, he shouldn't think about it.
~~~~*~~~~
After the funeral Prue saw Victor. For the first time since he left the manor she got a chance to look into his eyes again. They didn't say a word, but his eyes were telling books. They told her that he didn't wanted to be there, but that he somehow felt obligated. Prue didn't understand. He hadn't been there Phoebe's entire life and now she was dead he showed up. Something wasn't right.
"Prudence, I." I thought a moment to figure out his words. "I'm so sorry.
"Off course you are." Prue snapped cold back. She looked around to see if somebody needed her help. The less time she spend with him, the better. "Grams really needs me there. Goodbye!"
Part 2
"What are we going to do with her room?" Penny asked. Prue, Piper and her were sitting together at the breakfast table. It's been a while since they had had a nice, healthy meal. Yesterday evening when Piper asked her for a belt because her jeans almost fell off, she had decided to get their lives back on track. And the first step was eating normally again.
"I don't know. Maybe we should clean up the mess, but keep everything else the way it is. To leave some pieces of Phoebe here in the house." Piper answered. She took a bite of the pancake and while she was nibbling it, a tear escaped from her left eye. "She's only a week gone and I already miss her so much." She watched to the empty chair in front of her.
Prue put her arm around her and pulled her into a hug. "But she's watching us now, together with mom."
"But it's not the same. I'll never see that twinkle in her eyes when she did something she wasn't supposed to or hear her laughter when we tickled her. Why is it always us? First dad, then mom and now Phoebe. Where did we disserve this? The tears flowed from her face.
"I don't know, honey," Penny got up and walked to the TV cabin and got a few videos out. "Fate has its weird reasons and if I taught you one thing it's that everything happens for a reason." She pushed the first video in the VCR in the kitchen and wet to sit next to Prue, how loosened her hug. "Let's skip school and work today. I'm sure they'll understand." She pointed the remote and on the TV memories appeared.
"Phoebe! Leave Andy alone!" A little toddler with a bread on each side of the head was hanging on Andy, giggling loud. They appeared to be at the recreation ground in the Golden Gate Park. "He is my boyfriend." Another older girl picked Phoebe up and hugged her. "You're only three and a half years old and you're chasing the boys already."
"Gee, I miss him so much now." Prue said. "He should have been here."
The vision went all snowy and another memory was shown.
The manor was filled up with balloons. Prue was holding a cake that was almost bigger than her. It had six candles on it. Piper was struggling with a huge box. They were walking up the stairs, which was also totally decorated. "Ready, girls?" Penny whispered. She was obviously the one who was filming because you couldn't see her. "On three. One.Two." "Gotcha!" The door flew open. Phoebe was standing in the doorway with twinkles in her eyes. "I was first." "Happy birthday, Pheebs." Prue said. She shoved the cake almost in Phoebe's face. "Blow the candles out." Phoebe took a deep breath and blew them all out in once. "Make a wish!" Piper had placed the box next to her and was jumping all the time. You saw Phoebe thinking for a minute. Suddenly her under lip began to tremble. "I wish that mom would be here now." Prue put the cake on the ground and walked to the window of Phoebe's room that was looking at the backyard. "But she is here." She opened it and stoke her head out. Her hair was blown backwards by the wind that came in. "Her spirit is in the wind. Come here, you can feel it too then." She signed to Phoebe to come closer. Now also Phoebe's head was hanging out also. "Does that mean that we can breathe her?" Phoebe breathed in and out deeply. "Yes, she's in us, she's around us, isn't that great?" Prue answered. A happy smile was appearing on her face. Now also Piper was hanging out the window. "Look now I'm also breathing mom."
A tear escaped from Prue's eye. She quickly wiped it away. Why couldn't she believe what she had told Phoebe so many years ago now? "I'm going for a ride." She got up and picked her car keys from the microwave.
~~~~*~~~~
The pain she was feeling ran in form of water down her face. The music in her car was the loudest it could be. It made her somehow relax. Because of the tears, she couldn't see a lot, but as long as there weren't other cars on the freeway, that wasn't a problem. Now it was just her, the way and the music.
Suddenly she flew against the dashboard. Painfully she tried to get her head up, but the attempt failed. Her vision went blurry.
Disclaimer : I do not own any Charmed characters.
Details
Prue: 19 Piper: 17 Phoebe: 15 Grams: Who knows?
It had been four days now since Phoebe committed suicide. The sports teacher had found her dead body wriggled in the climbing ropes that were hanging in the sports hall. Nobody had a clue why she made an end to her life. Phoebe was the life-loving party girl that could have every boy she wanted. There was no reason for this drama. And that was exactly why Prue began to search a reason behind it. It became...her obsession
Part 1
"Matt!" Anya flew in his arms. "Have you heard it?" A tear made his way down her face.
"Off course I heard it, An" He pressed his mouth on her lips.
She pushed him away. "Matt, we can't. Not yet."
"But An, she's gone. Forever. And she had chosen for it herself. Why can't we now? It's not like she'll come out of heaven to tell us we can't love each other." He paused for a second and decided to say what he had always wanted to say her. "I love you, An. Nothing or nobody will stop me. And certainly not a dead ex-girlfriend." He tried to kiss her again.
She caught the kiss willingly, but still had her doubts. Phoebe was her best friend. They had been since kinder garden. She couldn't just pretend like nothing happened. Tears began to roll faster over her face.
Matt noticed it. He pulled himself away and looked in to her wet eyes. "An? Are you all right?" He wiped away her tears.
"What do you think, Matt? My best friend just committed suicide and I should be happy because we can finally be together?" She sobbed. "I'm not all right, Matt, I'm not."
Matt took her in his arm and tried to comfort her. "But you'll be, An, you'll be."
~~~~*~~~~
The first days after Phoebe died were odd days. Prue could barely remember them. Everybody lived in our own thoughts. Grams didn't come out of the attic and Piper had locked herself up in her room. Prue provided them with food and kept herself busy with arranging the funeral.
~~~~*~~~~
The white coffin stood in the front of the church. Everywhere were flowers, but they hardly covered up all the black from the crowd that was sitting and even standing. All Phoebe's friends had come. She was quite popular, Prue realised.
The bell rang, and they all stood up. Here and there you could hear some whispering or some coins jingle in pockets. The priest began to speak: "Brothers and sisters, we're all gathered here today..."
His words faded in Prue's head. She really didn't care for the moment about what he said. Was it really Phoebe in that coffin? Death, it seemed so far away. Nobody talked about it, like it was forbidden.
"This is for you, Phoebe, because we'll always love you." Anya said. She gave a sign to Matt and he let his fingers gently walk over the strings of his guitar. Anya began to sing:
In my hands
A legacy of memories
I can hear you say my name
I can almost see your smile
Feel the warmth of your embrace
But there is nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
Sweet darling you worry too much, my child
See the sadness in your eyes
You are not alone in life
Although you might think that you are
Never thought
This day would come so soon
We had no time to say goodbye
How can the world just carry on?
I feel so lost when you are not by my side
But there's nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
So sorry your world is tumbling down
I will watch you through these nights
Rest your head and go to sleep
because my child, this not our farewell.
This is not our farewell.
Prue was stunned. Was this really our farewell? Would she never see Phoebe again? Her eyes filled themselves with tears. But she wasn't going to cry. Prue never cried, she didn't cry when mom died and she wasn't going to cry then either. Piper did cry. Prue took her in her arms: "We're going to get trough this," she whispered in her ear. "We're going to get trough this..."
~~~~*~~~~
In the back of the church stood a man with a long dark suit. The black head he was wearing covered his face in a dark shadow. He tried hard not to smile, but he couldn't help himself. Luck was on his site. If she had only lived one day longer. No, he shouldn't think about it.
~~~~*~~~~
After the funeral Prue saw Victor. For the first time since he left the manor she got a chance to look into his eyes again. They didn't say a word, but his eyes were telling books. They told her that he didn't wanted to be there, but that he somehow felt obligated. Prue didn't understand. He hadn't been there Phoebe's entire life and now she was dead he showed up. Something wasn't right.
"Prudence, I." I thought a moment to figure out his words. "I'm so sorry.
"Off course you are." Prue snapped cold back. She looked around to see if somebody needed her help. The less time she spend with him, the better. "Grams really needs me there. Goodbye!"
Part 2
"What are we going to do with her room?" Penny asked. Prue, Piper and her were sitting together at the breakfast table. It's been a while since they had had a nice, healthy meal. Yesterday evening when Piper asked her for a belt because her jeans almost fell off, she had decided to get their lives back on track. And the first step was eating normally again.
"I don't know. Maybe we should clean up the mess, but keep everything else the way it is. To leave some pieces of Phoebe here in the house." Piper answered. She took a bite of the pancake and while she was nibbling it, a tear escaped from her left eye. "She's only a week gone and I already miss her so much." She watched to the empty chair in front of her.
Prue put her arm around her and pulled her into a hug. "But she's watching us now, together with mom."
"But it's not the same. I'll never see that twinkle in her eyes when she did something she wasn't supposed to or hear her laughter when we tickled her. Why is it always us? First dad, then mom and now Phoebe. Where did we disserve this? The tears flowed from her face.
"I don't know, honey," Penny got up and walked to the TV cabin and got a few videos out. "Fate has its weird reasons and if I taught you one thing it's that everything happens for a reason." She pushed the first video in the VCR in the kitchen and wet to sit next to Prue, how loosened her hug. "Let's skip school and work today. I'm sure they'll understand." She pointed the remote and on the TV memories appeared.
"Phoebe! Leave Andy alone!" A little toddler with a bread on each side of the head was hanging on Andy, giggling loud. They appeared to be at the recreation ground in the Golden Gate Park. "He is my boyfriend." Another older girl picked Phoebe up and hugged her. "You're only three and a half years old and you're chasing the boys already."
"Gee, I miss him so much now." Prue said. "He should have been here."
The vision went all snowy and another memory was shown.
The manor was filled up with balloons. Prue was holding a cake that was almost bigger than her. It had six candles on it. Piper was struggling with a huge box. They were walking up the stairs, which was also totally decorated. "Ready, girls?" Penny whispered. She was obviously the one who was filming because you couldn't see her. "On three. One.Two." "Gotcha!" The door flew open. Phoebe was standing in the doorway with twinkles in her eyes. "I was first." "Happy birthday, Pheebs." Prue said. She shoved the cake almost in Phoebe's face. "Blow the candles out." Phoebe took a deep breath and blew them all out in once. "Make a wish!" Piper had placed the box next to her and was jumping all the time. You saw Phoebe thinking for a minute. Suddenly her under lip began to tremble. "I wish that mom would be here now." Prue put the cake on the ground and walked to the window of Phoebe's room that was looking at the backyard. "But she is here." She opened it and stoke her head out. Her hair was blown backwards by the wind that came in. "Her spirit is in the wind. Come here, you can feel it too then." She signed to Phoebe to come closer. Now also Phoebe's head was hanging out also. "Does that mean that we can breathe her?" Phoebe breathed in and out deeply. "Yes, she's in us, she's around us, isn't that great?" Prue answered. A happy smile was appearing on her face. Now also Piper was hanging out the window. "Look now I'm also breathing mom."
A tear escaped from Prue's eye. She quickly wiped it away. Why couldn't she believe what she had told Phoebe so many years ago now? "I'm going for a ride." She got up and picked her car keys from the microwave.
~~~~*~~~~
The pain she was feeling ran in form of water down her face. The music in her car was the loudest it could be. It made her somehow relax. Because of the tears, she couldn't see a lot, but as long as there weren't other cars on the freeway, that wasn't a problem. Now it was just her, the way and the music.
Suddenly she flew against the dashboard. Painfully she tried to get her head up, but the attempt failed. Her vision went blurry.