A/N: This is the Third and final part in the Breaking Point Trilogy! It takes place twenty years after the last part. Please enjoy! And Please review!

Sorry if this is kinda short. I had some writer's block. Sorry if it sucks, too. Lol. It'll get better, promise. Please enjoy and please review!

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Melinda Halliwell sat on her bed on her stomach, flipping through the latest copy of Seventeen Magazine. Her school bag lay forgotten by her desk, it's contents still in the bag and the bag zipped shut.

There was a knock at her door that she ignored, but the knock persisted until the door opened and her mother walked in.

"Melinda, have you finished your homework?"

"Nope," Melinda said casually, flipping another page.

Piper crossed her arms. "It's almost dinner time."

"So?" She flipped another page.

Piper stalked to the bed and snatched the magazine up, shutting it.

Melinda sat up. "Hey! I was reading that!"

"Do your homework. Dinner will be done in half an hour. Wash up then come down."

"No," Melinda snapped, crossing her arms as well.

"Fine. You won't eat." Piper left the room, door open.

Melinda eyed the door and it closed. She lay back down and stared at her ceiling, sulking.

Downstairs, Piper stalked back to the kitchen angrily, checking dinner.

"How is she?" Paige asked.

"She refuses to do her homework and she still won't eat with us." Piper kept her back to her sisters.

"It's a lot for her to deal with, Piper," Phoebe said gently. "Just give her time."

"I just don't know what else to do," Piper admitted, turning to face them with tears in her eyes.

"She just needs time," Phoebe repeated. "First you and Leo got divorced and not long after, Prue . . ." Her voice caught in her throat. "Soon after, Prue died. Melinda just needs time to . . . digest everything. We all do."

Piper nodded solemnly. "I guess you're right. I just-" She sighed and shook her head.

"I can talk to her if you want," Paige volunteered. "I can help with the Prue part, anyway. I remember what it was like when my parents died . . ."

Piper nodded. "Thanks."

Paige nodded.

"And I can talk to her about you and Leo, unless you think you should. It's just that sometimes kids respond better to adults who aren't their parents, especially during hard times," Phoebe added.

Piper nodded again. "Thanks, guys. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't still have you two."

"Go insane?" Paige suggested.

"Already am," Piper sighed.

Phoebe and Paige gave her sympathetic frowns.

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Melinda stared at the pictures of her dad and her Aunt Prue that sat on her night table. She missed Aunt Prue so much. She missed her dad, too, but she could see him anytime. But Aunt Prue she-

That's when the idea hit her and she orbed to the attic. She rummaged in an old trunk and pulled out a handful of fat, short, white candles. She placed them in the circle and lit them, then stood by the book and recited:

"Hear these words, here my cry

Spirit from the other side.

Come to me, I summon thee,

Cross now the great divide."

Melinda hesitated on the last line, knowing that calling her Aunt was forbidden, but she was desperate to see her.

Except the spell didn't work.

Prue didn't appear in the circle of candles, nor did anyone else.

Tears welling in her eyes, she slumped to the floor, staring at the empty circle. She felt as if the whole world were against her. She had lost her dad to a grueling divorce that had lasted two years. Two months later, Aunt Prue had been killed by a demon. Then there was the fact that Melinda was Half-Witch (A Charmed One to be exact) and Half-Whitelighter and she couldn't tell anyone. She felt alone and her mother didn't understand how lonely that felt. It was too much for a thirteen-year-old to handle. At least if she could confide in someone her feelings, but she had no one.

She watched as the wax from the candles dripped slowly to the floor, not caring about anything or anyone,.

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After a very subdued dinner, Phoebe and Paige helped Piper clean up, then Paige excused herself to go speak with Melinda. But after several minutes of knocking on her door, Paige realized Melinda wasn't in there. Worried, she was about to go tell Piper when she heard soft sobs coming from the attic. She made her way down the hall, up the steps into the attic. She pushed the door open slowly, though it still creaked, to find a ring of half melted white candles, still burning, and Melinda huddled on the floor by the Book. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and she had her forehead resting on them.

"Mel?" Paige walked over and sat beside her.

"Go away," Melinda sobbed, her voice muffled.

"I can't do that," Paige said gently. "Were you trying to summon Prue?"

Melinda shook her head no.

"You were." Paige frowned at the candles. "Didn't work, huh?"

Melinda's shoulders sagged and she shook her head, finally lifting it off her knees. Her eyes were bright red and her face was blotched.

"Magic does things for a reason, honey." Paige scooted closer to her niece and put an arm around her. "Maybe you aren't meant to contact Prue yet. But one day, you will. I know it's tough. When my parents died, I was so angry at them and so sad at the same time-"

"Did my mom send you up here?" Melinda interrupted. "Cause I don't need a pep talk."

Paige shook her head. "No. I came to talk to you. Mel, it's been a weeks since Prue . . . well, passed away. She wouldn't want you up here, sulking and trying to summon her. She's probably watching over us right now."

"Why did she have to die?" Melinda asked quietly. "Why did she go?" She was on the verge of tears again.

Paige shook her head again. "I don't know. Do we ever know why our loved ones pass away?"

Melinda shook her head reluctantly.

Paige stood and snuffed out the candles, then picked them up and dumped them in the garbage. Then she held her hand out to help Melinda stand.

"Why don't you go do your homework?" Paige suggested. "I'll come by later to check in on you."

Melinda nodded and began walking to the door. But she stopped and backtracked, giving Paige a hug before leaving. She went to her room and closed the door, then sat on her bed and sulked. She hated being talked to like she was five. And Paige's pep talk hadn't helped at all, anyway. But the only way she had could have escaped back to her own room was if she went along with it.

Melinda glanced at the pictures of Prue and her dad. Before, she had been sad. And though she was still sad, she was also angry. Unable to look at the pictures anymore, she knocked them over, frame down, then collapsed on her bed, staring angrily at the ceiling,