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My head hurts as I try to lift my hand to ease the throbbing.
Alchohle.
You would think that I would have learnt my lesson last time. Shaking the horrible thought aside I get up off the floor of the lounge room and head to the kitchen, rummaging through the empty cupboards trying find a bottle that wasn't empty.
I feel relief as I find a bottle of straight vodka with a few swigs left in it. The vile liquor burns as it goes down my throat and I sigh that familiar spirit burning sigh that always follows.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the wall across from the kitchen. The woman staring back at me was unrecognizable. My dark brown eyes were rimmed red from the lack of sleep...? Alchohle...? The tears? my skin is pale and splodged with old make up.
I barley recognise myself as me, Prudence Halliwell named after my dead aunt.
Dead.
Dead just like Caleb-
God I can't deal with this, I need that vodka.
I stumble back across the room to the bottle and latch on to it like a hungry baby. I'm desperate to stop thinking, to stop feeling... Hell even stop existing.
He's gone. Burnt to dust before my very eyes. The love of my life. And he's not coming back.
My groggy thoughts are interrupted by rapid knocks at the door, probably Chris again. Deciding that I won't deal with reality today I slink down onto the kitchen floor with the nearly empty bottle in my hands and pray that who ever is on the other side of the door will leave.
The blinding light from the orbs makes me cover my eyes and groan. Of course Chris felt like he could just orb into people's lives... Bet the self righteous idiot will even have the nerve to lecture me!
"Prudey?" Came Wyatts soft voice.
No, not Wyatt...
I felt a tear fall and I slammed my eyes shut and grip the bottle closer to my body.
"Go away"
"We... We haven't seen you in awhile prudey... I just..." I heard him sigh and lean to crouch in front of me. I felt him reach out to touch my arm, I didn't move away, in a small way it was comforting.
"I want to ask how your doing... I want to ask if there's anything I can do for you... But I know they're pointless questions. But I'm here for you, we all are Prue."
I lifted my head and looked at my older cousin with tears in my eyes. I need to express my feelings, I need to mourn. I need to tell him but how and where do I start... it felt like hours of just looking at Wyatt before he pulled me into one of his famous bear like hugs, it was one of those hugs where he hugged with his arms and his heart and I didn't want him to let go. Here, now, my big cousin kept my safe and whole.
And this is when my tears fell.