A/N- please be aware, i haven't watched much of Charmed, i'm 14, so it ended when i didn't even know it existed. I will try my best. Please review.
Ever since their mothers death, The power of 3 had suffered, mostly Phoebe. It effected her badly, Prue and Piper had tried and tried to be there for her, but it never changed.
"How are you Pheebs?" Prue settled down on the chair beside her, a mug of steaming coffee in her hands.
"Fine" Phoebe said bluntly, staring into the distance.
"Phoebe..." Piper joined Prue, sitting on the edge of the arm chair.
"Why don't you believe me when i say I'm fine?" Phoebe snapped, before shooting up from her chair and locking herself in her room. Days like this were normal, Phoebe began to shut down after Prue and Piper had deep conversations about their mother, especially on occasions such as her birthday.
Days could go by where Phoebe would not talk, at all. Not even a single word will spill out her mouth. She would hurt herself, she was also diagnosed with bulimia, she just wanted to see her mother.
It was the evening, night was falling, Piper was still up, when she heard gagging in the bathroom, walking up to it cautiously she knocked on the door.
"Pheebs? Is that you sweetie?" Piper asked through the door, she grabbed a spare set of keys (The got them keys when they first learnt Phoebe was bulimic, she couldn't be trusted in a locked room) and unlocked the door, there was Phoebe, her dead eyes and messy hair appearance was normal.
"Phoebe, stop" Piper pried Phoebe away from the toilet, grabbing a tissue she wiped her mouth. "What's wrong Phoebe? You can either tell me, or we can let Prue deal with this. She will only get mad"
"I said that i was fine" Phoebe replied coldly, shoving her arm away from Piper.
"No, you aren't fine, it's obvious. Please just let me help you"
"Your really want to know?" Phoebe asked, her voice softer.
"Yes.." Piper replied, they both sat down in Phoebe's bedroom.
"Piper, I'm not normal okay. Sometimes i wonder, what if i wasn't like.. this. What if the power of three never had to exist, i wish i could lead a normal life sometimes.. and i can't handle this pressure. I will never be normal, who defends he world from warlocks? Nobody. Apart from us. I never got to meet mum, i miss her so so much its unbearable, i want to see her, i want to be with her. Piper, i can't handle being me" Phoebe cried, it was the first time she had ever opened up to anybody. "Don't tell Prue. She wouldn't understand" Phoebe begged, Piper nodded, and enclosed her baby sister into a hug.
"It's okay, but this... you making yourself sick, cutting, it won't help. You shouldn't meet mum just yet, she wouldn't like to see you like this, neither would grams" Piper assured her. "I promise this will get better Pheebs, you just have to let us help you, sound good?"
"Okay.. i guess. I don't think i can stop this thought Piper. I need to do these things just to stay sane" Phoebe told her.
"Phoebe, i can help you get through this, let me talk to Prue" Piper asked, only to see Phoebe's face, drained of colour, scared and terrified.
"No, please Piper, you said you wouldn't. She cant know!" Phoebe interrupted, tugging at her cardigan more and more.
"I mean, tell her how to react, i won't tell her what you told me, i'll just say that i can deal with this. Sound good?"
"Yeah. Okay" Phoebe said shyly, Piper tucked her in, leaving Phoebe to fall into deep slumber, tomorrow would be difficult, Prue really does just want to help Phoebe, but sometimes she can get a bit angry. Piper was in control now.
A/N- Please review? Any advice would be appreciated :)