Summary: Wyatt Halliwell has had enough. Enough of the demons. Enough of his uncontrollable and non-existent powers. Enough of his future as a Charmed One. Enough of his brother Chris. When a bird flies into a mirror, who's there to pick up the pieces?
Rating Explanation: This is rated PG-13 for the seriousness of the theme.
A/N: Just to let you readers know this is my first story here, so hello. Please don't feel shy about reviewing this; I will be grateful for the help and time you'll give to review it. My knowledge of seasons 5 and 6 is very limited so this will be reflected in what I know about Wyatt and Chris (I am gradually expanding my knowledge of 5). Sorry about the length of this chapter, the next one is a bit longer. Without further ado, the first chapter:
Piper was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for the soup she was making. "Phoebe, have you seen Wyatt?" Piper asked suddenly. Phoebe glanced over from the table, sipping from a glass where she was working on her advice column.
"No, not since he came home from school," she said, her mind in two places at once, "This is a strange question for the column, 'Dear Phoebe, I've been feeling slightly inferior lately. My brother, though two years younger, has accomplished everything I've wanted to do, but haven't been able to yet: get a girlfriend, be class president, excel at any particular sport, have friends that aren't trying to take advantage of you. I feel like my world has crashed down and no one cares about me. What do you think that I should do? Signed, Will You Actually Care.' Any ideas Piper? It sounds almost like you in high school."
"Yeah, those were the days. I was trying to forget about high school and my… issues then," Piper said sincerely.
As Phoebe began to type the response she was beginning to think of, she gasped. Slowly a premonition came to her. A boy sat in a dark and somewhat bare room. A knife sat on the old wooden table in front of him. He spun it around in a circle for a short period of time before he picked it up. Swiftly, he picked up the knife and held it in front of him. With the blade pointed at him, he rushed the knife back. The premonition ended as abruptly as it started.
"Phoebe? Premonition?" Piper asked as she dropped the vegetables she was cutting into the pot of water.
"Yeah," Phoebe responded, still recovering from the premonition.
"Are we dealing with demons?" Piper continued.
"More precisely a darklighter," Phoebe responded.
"What?" Piper asked, now stopping what she was doing.
"Well, remember that time with Prue on the bridge, and the darklighter telling her to jump off into traffic?" Phoebe asked.
"Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?" Piper interrogated.
"Unless this person was being possessed and being forced to commit suicide, I think it's a darklighter telling him to do so." Phoebe answered.
"How old was this person?" Piper asked.
"I'd say about 15. But why would I get a premonition from this e-mail?" Phoebe said, now asking the questions.
"The person that sent you the e-mail is going to commit suicide. That hardly seems demonically or even darklightery related," Piper commented, going back to her cooking.
"You know the table in the premonition did seem somewhat familiar," Phoebe said, pondering what it all meant.
"I'm not listening anymore Phoebe. If the person remains anonymous through their name at the bottom, I don't think you'll be able to find them in time," Piper said, taking the chicken out of its wrapping.
"That knife looked very familiar too," Phoebe whispered to herself. "Piper, weren't you complaining about a knife missing from your stand?" she asked.
"Yeah. I still don't think they're related," Piper continued, bringing the chicken over to the pot.
"That's strange, the e-mail address is wmhalliwell. Isn't that Wyatt's e-mail address?" Phoebe probed, trying to figure out what was going to happen.
Upon hearing this, Piper dropped the chicken into the pot, making most of the water pour out. "Damn it!" Piper screamed.
"Oh my God!" Phoebe screamed. It all fell into place. The table was down in the basement as was Wyatt. "Unless you want to read your son's name in the obituaries tomorrow, I suggest you go down and stop him from taking his life," Phoebe said insistently.
"Please, Phoebe. Sometimes your imagination surpasses your common sense," Piper responded, still in disbelief.
Paige orbed down from upstairs, hoping to raid the fridge for a snack. As she opened the door of the machine, Piper protested, "Paige, I'm making soup. Oh, and have you seen Wyatt recently?"
"Sorry, for wanting a snack Piper. As for Wyatt, I saw him go to the basement not to long ago," Paige said before orbing off with a small slice of cheese.
"Piper! It couldn't hurt to look. Could it?" Phoebe asked sweetly.
"Fine, we'll go look," Piper said, now annoyed.
The two walked through several of the manor's rooms before coming to the door. As it slowly creaked open, the two proceeded to descend the staircase, quietly. Nearing the bottom of the steps, Piper caught sight of something shining on the table along with someone standing nearby. The person picked up whatever it was and rammed it at himself. "Wyatt? No!" Piper screamed, throwing her hands forward motioning to freeze the being. Piper and Phoebe rushed down the remaining stairs to examine whoever was there. A though came to Piper's mind, what if me being a jackass just cost my son his life?