A/N: Heh I scared you all with the ending of that last one didn't I? There are so many unexplored plots and loose ends in that story I couldn't possibly end it at that! So here we are, sequelsville. You're going to notice a change in the way this one's written. Psychosis was very much in Piper's point of view and with a few chapters in the third person. That will change drastically in this story. Piper's first person POV will remain, but I'm going to introduce similar POV chapters for the other Charmed Ones. This is going to be even more of a "thinking" story - basically I'm gonna try to confuse you! It'll be very metaphorical and there won't be a lot of name mentioning, but hey, don't worry - you'll be fine. Besides, with all the sisters thinking erratically there's bound to be some confusion! There won't be a set structure, I'll just write whatever comes to me as it goes along and hopefully it'll turn out well! This story will also involve more action, so that coupled with the writing style change, is the reason I decided to sequel it rather than continue it as part of the old story. Hope I made the right choice.
A/N: I really appreciated the reviews you gave me last time, and I'd love it if you could give me the same kind of support with this story - you guys know how insecure I am about these! Thank you. In particular I'd like to thank: Kit-the-misfit-Cat, Falcon, Wendigo Piper, SnOwBuNnY, Anonymous, Coleo, Charmed Writer, Heather and Jewel-Halliwell for your consistant reviews (some more than others) and help you gave me, and anybody else who reviewed me! Lol - especially Anonymous, actually, for sticking by me even when I didn't update for two months! That's dedication. And not on my part! So really, thank you all.
A/N: Damn, I considered not putting this up, just to see what the drastic thing you were planning was Anonymous!
A/N: Thanks Kit for the story title help. Couldn't decide what R word I wanted to use and she picked Revelations. Since she seems to be unnaturally right about things with this story, I'm going with it.
A/N: Do you realise that these a/ns have probably surpassed the final chapter of Psychosis in length? That amuses me. Okay, enough chatter. Onto the story!
One last A/N: This story is a sequel as you may have guessed. Read Psychosis in order for this to make more sense. Not that THAT story made a lot of sense but you know what I mean. And drop me a review or two... am dreaming of that big 200!
Psychosis: Revelations
Leo's intent on spoiling any fun I have. Honestly, I'm not even allowed to go swimming anymore! There I was, minding my own business when he blatantly dived into the water - in front of spectators - and orbed me right out!
I was cold when we'd arrived in the manor, and leaves were clinging onto my hair. The water had been freezing, after all it is winter, but still, I thought pools were supposed to be room temperature. Wearing my clammy outfit, I'd thought about how narrow the pool edges had been, how I'd been surprised by the current that seemed to pull me through the water, and the feel of slimy plants growing at the muddy bottom.
They should really take better care if they expect people to use it.
When I'd jumped in the water, somebody had screamed. It was in the park, and I'd been walking past the water for a good long while. Trees dotted around it's banks and the dull grey day had added to it's appeal. It looked refreshing. How was I supposed to know the current coupled with the weeds at the bottom would pull me under?
I could've handled it. Leo's just paranoid.
Now he's towelling me off, his glistening eyes trying desperately to hold back the tears. I stand firmly and stare at the wall, fixing my attention onto anything but him. I want him to know how angry I am with him, but he doesn't seem to care.
Picking the bits of twig and leaves off me, he let's out a shuddering sigh and walks me upstairs before stripping me naked and helping me into new clothes. I'm still cold, so he then leads me downstairs and into the living room where he waves his hand at the fire grate and little orbs appear over the wood, and flames are soon grabbing at the air.
I stare at the orange light, mesmerised by it's dance of survival. Already the events of the day are behind me, slowly burning away with the logs on the fire into nothingness, into my mind's oblivion.
Grimacing, I switch my vision to the window. Sitting on the corner of the couch, beside the fire, I can't see very far outside, but it's not what I'm searching for. I don't want to see outside, I don't want to be outside. I want to be inside. I want to be alert.
I didn't notice that Leo had left until he walks back into the room with a mug of something. He hands me the drink and I smell the sweet aroma of chocolate tickle my senses. I always found this drink a disappointment. It smells so good and the concept is great, but the taste never really overjoyed me.
Spilling a little onto my hand, my face remains blank even though I've been burned. Pain isn't something I really register much. Leo perches on the edge of the coffee table, watching me. He's silent for a while, then he speaks. "Do you think that what you did... was a good idea?" he asks me, his face serious and hardened.
The hot chocolate, as predicted, disappoints me. Not only, but it also burns my tongue which adds insult to injury. Then I hear his words, as if they've been played back to me a minute or two after he's spoken. No matter. "I wanted to go for a swim," I firmly tell him. "What's so bad about that?"
"It was a river, Piper," he quickly spits, his voice cracking with frustration. "You could've drowned."
Ignoring him, I look down at the mug I cradle in my hands and watch the brown liquid swirl around unappealingly. Rocking my hands to make it move faster, I note with some bemusement how this liquid resembles that which I was encased in only a short while before.
A sigh escapes Leo as he once again realises how futile his attempts to have proper conversation with me are. Half of his mouth tenses, as if he's chewing something, and he stares at me with a hardened look in his eye. But underneath this expression, I know he is soft, weak. He's barely there.
He moistens his lips before reaching over and taking the mug of hot chocolate from my hands before grabbing my arms and pulling me to my feet. A moan of protest resonds from me; I don't feel like moving around just now. My body feels like it's seizing up from the strange feeling permeating through it.
"God, Piper, you're freezing," he frowns. "Why didn't you tell me?" I shrug moodily and stare at the floor. He does that strange face again where he tenses up half of his face. "Come on, you're going to bed."
Although I don't want to go to bed - I'll have nightmares - I somewhat reluctantly let myself be gently guided upstairs. What else has he guided me with? What other situation have I been in that I'd depended solely on him? Nothing springs to memory. Nothing ever springs to memory. Nothing useful, anyway.
It's becoming more and more troublesome to recall good times I've spent with my husband. Whenever I think of him, all that clouds my mind's eye is images of him angry, or moody, or not even there at all.
My marriage. Screw it. It's a total sham. A shambles. A sham... rock. I wonder what it'd be like to be a shamrock. I don't wonder for very long... it's not exactly the most exciting thing to ponder on, so thoughts soon turn to how I got into bed.
Leo's not here anymore. He's abandoned me, as per. Probably off with Paige somewhere. I haven't seen her for days. Her whereabouts are a total mystery to me, although I seem to have the notion that Leo has informed me many a time, but, as I appear to be such a god damn inconvenience to him I tend not to listen.
No one listens to anybody anymore.
Everybody talks, but no one listens.
A/N: Okay... out of the two chapters I've written so far (this and 2), the next one by far exceeds in terms of pp love! I can't wait to post it! But I while... mwa ha ha ha.
A/N: I really appreciated the reviews you gave me last time, and I'd love it if you could give me the same kind of support with this story - you guys know how insecure I am about these! Thank you. In particular I'd like to thank: Kit-the-misfit-Cat, Falcon, Wendigo Piper, SnOwBuNnY, Anonymous, Coleo, Charmed Writer, Heather and Jewel-Halliwell for your consistant reviews (some more than others) and help you gave me, and anybody else who reviewed me! Lol - especially Anonymous, actually, for sticking by me even when I didn't update for two months! That's dedication. And not on my part! So really, thank you all.
A/N: Damn, I considered not putting this up, just to see what the drastic thing you were planning was Anonymous!
A/N: Thanks Kit for the story title help. Couldn't decide what R word I wanted to use and she picked Revelations. Since she seems to be unnaturally right about things with this story, I'm going with it.
A/N: Do you realise that these a/ns have probably surpassed the final chapter of Psychosis in length? That amuses me. Okay, enough chatter. Onto the story!
One last A/N: This story is a sequel as you may have guessed. Read Psychosis in order for this to make more sense. Not that THAT story made a lot of sense but you know what I mean. And drop me a review or two... am dreaming of that big 200!
Psychosis: Revelations
Leo's intent on spoiling any fun I have. Honestly, I'm not even allowed to go swimming anymore! There I was, minding my own business when he blatantly dived into the water - in front of spectators - and orbed me right out!
I was cold when we'd arrived in the manor, and leaves were clinging onto my hair. The water had been freezing, after all it is winter, but still, I thought pools were supposed to be room temperature. Wearing my clammy outfit, I'd thought about how narrow the pool edges had been, how I'd been surprised by the current that seemed to pull me through the water, and the feel of slimy plants growing at the muddy bottom.
They should really take better care if they expect people to use it.
When I'd jumped in the water, somebody had screamed. It was in the park, and I'd been walking past the water for a good long while. Trees dotted around it's banks and the dull grey day had added to it's appeal. It looked refreshing. How was I supposed to know the current coupled with the weeds at the bottom would pull me under?
I could've handled it. Leo's just paranoid.
Now he's towelling me off, his glistening eyes trying desperately to hold back the tears. I stand firmly and stare at the wall, fixing my attention onto anything but him. I want him to know how angry I am with him, but he doesn't seem to care.
Picking the bits of twig and leaves off me, he let's out a shuddering sigh and walks me upstairs before stripping me naked and helping me into new clothes. I'm still cold, so he then leads me downstairs and into the living room where he waves his hand at the fire grate and little orbs appear over the wood, and flames are soon grabbing at the air.
I stare at the orange light, mesmerised by it's dance of survival. Already the events of the day are behind me, slowly burning away with the logs on the fire into nothingness, into my mind's oblivion.
Grimacing, I switch my vision to the window. Sitting on the corner of the couch, beside the fire, I can't see very far outside, but it's not what I'm searching for. I don't want to see outside, I don't want to be outside. I want to be inside. I want to be alert.
I didn't notice that Leo had left until he walks back into the room with a mug of something. He hands me the drink and I smell the sweet aroma of chocolate tickle my senses. I always found this drink a disappointment. It smells so good and the concept is great, but the taste never really overjoyed me.
Spilling a little onto my hand, my face remains blank even though I've been burned. Pain isn't something I really register much. Leo perches on the edge of the coffee table, watching me. He's silent for a while, then he speaks. "Do you think that what you did... was a good idea?" he asks me, his face serious and hardened.
The hot chocolate, as predicted, disappoints me. Not only, but it also burns my tongue which adds insult to injury. Then I hear his words, as if they've been played back to me a minute or two after he's spoken. No matter. "I wanted to go for a swim," I firmly tell him. "What's so bad about that?"
"It was a river, Piper," he quickly spits, his voice cracking with frustration. "You could've drowned."
Ignoring him, I look down at the mug I cradle in my hands and watch the brown liquid swirl around unappealingly. Rocking my hands to make it move faster, I note with some bemusement how this liquid resembles that which I was encased in only a short while before.
A sigh escapes Leo as he once again realises how futile his attempts to have proper conversation with me are. Half of his mouth tenses, as if he's chewing something, and he stares at me with a hardened look in his eye. But underneath this expression, I know he is soft, weak. He's barely there.
He moistens his lips before reaching over and taking the mug of hot chocolate from my hands before grabbing my arms and pulling me to my feet. A moan of protest resonds from me; I don't feel like moving around just now. My body feels like it's seizing up from the strange feeling permeating through it.
"God, Piper, you're freezing," he frowns. "Why didn't you tell me?" I shrug moodily and stare at the floor. He does that strange face again where he tenses up half of his face. "Come on, you're going to bed."
Although I don't want to go to bed - I'll have nightmares - I somewhat reluctantly let myself be gently guided upstairs. What else has he guided me with? What other situation have I been in that I'd depended solely on him? Nothing springs to memory. Nothing ever springs to memory. Nothing useful, anyway.
It's becoming more and more troublesome to recall good times I've spent with my husband. Whenever I think of him, all that clouds my mind's eye is images of him angry, or moody, or not even there at all.
My marriage. Screw it. It's a total sham. A shambles. A sham... rock. I wonder what it'd be like to be a shamrock. I don't wonder for very long... it's not exactly the most exciting thing to ponder on, so thoughts soon turn to how I got into bed.
Leo's not here anymore. He's abandoned me, as per. Probably off with Paige somewhere. I haven't seen her for days. Her whereabouts are a total mystery to me, although I seem to have the notion that Leo has informed me many a time, but, as I appear to be such a god damn inconvenience to him I tend not to listen.
No one listens to anybody anymore.
Everybody talks, but no one listens.
A/N: Okay... out of the two chapters I've written so far (this and 2), the next one by far exceeds in terms of pp love! I can't wait to post it! But I while... mwa ha ha ha.