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Failing

Summary: After Andy's death Prue starts to become over thrown with guilt and begins to doubt her abilities as a witch since she couldn't save him. All this bottled up doubt and guilt starts Prue turning towards the dark side – with the help of a sorcerer – can her sisters save her?

My Immortal

Lilies surrounded Prue as she slowly walked around the small, contained room. She took shallow breaths in and out as she walked, her eyes transfixed on where she was going. She wished that she had taken up Piper's offer to walk with her, she didn't realise how difficult it would be. The walk seemed longer than she had anticipated, the sounds around her were much quieter than she had first thought – leaving her listening to the sound of her heart beating inside her chest – as she walked her breathing got quicker. She looked up ahead, and took a deep breath in but then she couldn't release it, the breath remained captured by her throat. She walked a few more steps and soon discovered that no one else was in front of her, it was just her and a queue behind her – all waiting to say goodbye. She took a few more steps and stood towering over the casket. The white casket, surrounded by white lilies, the casket that held Andy's body. Prue placed the flowers she had brought with her on the casket and waited for herself to begin crying. She could feel the tears building up but couldn't make them fall; she knelt down until her face was at the level of Andy's. Sensing that the queue behind her was growing steadily bigger she whispered "Andy, hi" pausing for a second she didn't know what else to say,

"I guess I've to say goodbye," It sounded really stupid but she couldn't think of anything else to say, "So, I guess this is it," she wanted to sit there all day, she wanted to argue with him until he sat up and yelled back at her, but knowing this would never happen she gave in to defeat and stood up. She wanting to stand for a few moments longer, she wanted to stay just a few more seconds, but she couldn't. She stepped aside and let someone else walked towards him, Prue felt as though she hadn't properly paid her respects. Her first love, and she couldn't even think of what to say to him, she had helped him to die yet she couldn't say sorry, she couldn't say that she missed him. She couldn't even say that she loved him. Prue walked slowly away from the coffin, slower than she had approached it. Piper met her at the end of the isle and Phoebe; cloaked in black they walked at her side as all three left Andy's childhood home.

Back at the manor Prue headed straight upstairs, she didn't even acknowledge her sister's presence. She walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, she looked at the woman who faced her – she couldn't even recognise her. She began running the shower and then walked back towards the mirror, cry, Prue just cry already, I'll feel better if I just cry... why can't I cry. Andy's dead. And I can't cry, why can't I cry. Why couldn't I save him? I tried... but maybe I didn't, I warned him but he went anyway. God, now I'm blaming him, It wasn't his fault it was mine. How can I possibly blame him for his death, he died at my house, trying to protect me, and I couldn't save him. I couldn't rescue him from the thing that I led him into. I caused his death... because I couldn't prevent it... my powers couldn't save his life.

Prue stepped into the shower, she still wasn't crying, she let the warm water run down her face and she felt the water slowly heating up and starting to sting her skin, but she didn't care. She liked the stinging; she secretly hoped that it would cause her to cry. But after half an hour under the hot stream she gave in and stepped out. Wrapping a towel around her she wandered from the bathroom into her bedroom, she slammed the door behind her and crawled under the covers after changing quickly into pyjamas. After a few moments lying in her bed she looked over to her curtains, the sun still shone in the window as if the day was nothing special, she lifted her arm up in attempt to move the curtains with her powers. But nothing happened, the stayed in the same place, didn't even flinch. She tried again and this time squinted her eyes at the same time. Again nothing,

"Oh for fuck sakes!" she swore and she violently threw her arm across the room, the curtains pulled themselves shut as violently as she had thrown her arm. Prue sat and stared at the curtains momentarily, what? What's going on with my powers?

A/N: Ok, so this again was rather short. But thank god I'm starting to get rid of some of my writer's block. It's about damn time. So please R&R and I hope you like my new fic.