Coping
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or any of the characters, I'm just borrowing them and having some fun, I'm not making profit from this, I wish I was, but alas, I'm not.
Chapter One:
Lying in her bed, the sheets tangled tightly around her body, a dark haired woman tosses and turns, unable to stop moving, unable to find peace in sleep. What happened haunted her waking life and seemed determined to haunt her sleep too, ensuring that she could never forget what she'd done, never forget that she killed her sister.
A leather-clad woman with black hair tied and tucked neatly back stood, valiantly fighting the two demons posing as her sisters. Sure, they had her sisters' memories, but they had fought warlocks who could drain people's memories and obtain the knowledge for themselves.
"Prue, we're your sisters. Listen to me. You gave me the chicken pox," a younger woman said, her brown hair tied back, except for the bangs at the front.
"You killed my sisters," Prue replied stubbornly, refusing to believe that the two younger women in front of her were her sisters.
A faint red glow surrounded Prue, the eldest Halliwell sister and her form dissipated. Her sleeping physical self re-awakened with a gasp; almost as soon as her eyes opened she started up the stairs towards the two younger women. Demons, she thought, not women, demons. Demons that killed my sisters. Reaching the top of the stairs, Prudence motions towards a piece of wooden lattice work, the piece rips itself free and buries itself deep into Phoebe's chest. The girl with the pig-tails fell to the ground, her eyes closing. To the middle Halliwell, Piper, it all happened in slow-motion and she was powerless to stop it. She dropped to her knees and took Phoebe's hand. Instantly, tears welled up in her eyes and fell onto the dead form of her younger sister.
"Come on, Phoebe, hold on. LEO! Please, Phoebe… she needs help," Piper called out for her whitelighter and lover.
A flurry of blue and white lights forms next to the two younger sisters and from the lights a tallish man with light brown hair appears. He looks down to Piper and Phoebe and a whisper of something like 'oh God' escapes his lips. He drops down and pulls the piece of lattice out of Phoebe's chest and extends his hands over the wound, expecting the usual golden glow to escape the palms of his hands and heal the young witch. Nothing, not even a faint sparkle; what that meant sunk into Leo before it did Piper. Phoebe's dead.
"Why…
why isn't it working?" Piper asked, her voice cracked from the
almost overwhelming sadness, "Why?"
"Piper, Phoebe… Phoebe's dead", as soon as Leo finished his sentence, a loud, heart wrenching sob sounded from Piper. For such a small woman, she could sure make a lot of noise.
Throughout all of this, Prue had stood in shock, horrified by what she'd done, she hadn't killed a demon, she'd killed her sister. She'd only realised that the woman she killed wasn't a demon when she didn't burst into flames or disappear or something like demons always do. After the shock had worn off, the guilt and sadness set in, it felt like her heart was being ripped from her chest. Prue ran the few steps to her baby sister's body and immediately knelt down to hug the body of Phoebe, only to be greeted by a swift punch to the jaw from Piper.
The beautiful, dark haired woman snapped upright in the bed, the sheets damp and tangled around her body, she touches the spot on her jaw where just a few months previously, her younger sister had punched her.
"Piper…" she whispers, tears in her eyes at the thought of what had happened to her sisters.
