Dear Prue,
Someone very dear died the other day; I think she took a part of you with her. Maybe a little part of me. I still can't figure out why, I can't get it out of my mind, yet I can't seem to cry.
Dear Prue,
Your sisters are restless today; they wanted to know why you were so sad. How can you tell them? How can you say, the mother you loved more than your own heart is gone? There is a way that you could fill in for her, just until she gets back, just until she returns.
Dear Prue,
Phoebe has started elementary school today. Her backpack is filled with new things you can't afford. She runs around with it and dances, saying I bet I'll get homework today. You laugh. She hugs you and says "Thank you mommy."
Dear Prue,
I saw you had your first boy, Johnny Ryan. He took you out for a movie; made you pay, made you be the mom, then dumped you. Isn't it funny how love always chooses to depend on you?
Dear Prue,
Wasn't it just the other day that Piper leaned on you crying, telling you her secrets and you promising you'd never let them go? She told you that you were perfect and that she could just possibly give her life to be more like you. If only she knew, if only she knew.
Dear Prue,
When the day seems too long and the year seems too hard, who will comfort you? Who can you lean on and share problems with? Instead of shaking alone in your room, what would it feel like to depend on somebody else instead of just you?
Dear Prue,
I saw you in the bathroom, just the other day, your face pressed hard against the mirror. A mirror of truth, reflecting the girl you wished you'd never become. A girl full of secrets and lies, and beneath that makeup exterior there is something. You just don't know what.
Dear Prue,
When did your baby, your Phoebe become a woman? When did she stop talking to you and hide herself from you. Why is it that every time you show yourself she flits away into some dark corner? Have you been too hard on her? Have you yelled?
Dear Prue,
That day, that I saw you leaning against the sink, taking the razor blade and running it across your skin, you were being smart. I saw you looking so weak and the silver razor shining against your pale skin, pressing 'til blood ran freely, dripping and coagulating. Why is it that something so bright can so easily turn brown when exposed to air?
Dear Prue,
Why have your thoughts corrupted you?
Dear Prue,
I can't seem to stop wondering what is wrong with you. You hiding under your bed covers like some coward.
Dear anybody,
Today I leave the world. Today I am gone. Tomorrow it will be a better place. Oh sure, my sisters will cry, but later on they'll laugh, and forget, forget. And soon, the world will forget that I ever lived, breathed here. Soon, they'll forget I ever existed.
Prue.