foxxay prompt. Cordelia and Misty are now aware of how Sara is feeling, they try to help but somehow make it worse. Just when Sara is ready to try commit again, she finds salvation in one of her younger siblings.

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It had been three months now since Sara had tried to take her life and though things seemed to change, they couldn't be more the same.

"Hey Darlin' time to get up," Misty popped her head into her daughters bedroom, "Ya have therapy at 12 so ya might as well wake up now, yea?" Sara grumbled, it was like this every morning, her Mama would try and act like Sara wasn't on a strict schedule that dictated when she woke up and when she went to bed. It seemed as though Sara's whole life was turned into one giant schedule, wake up now, take your pills, go to therapy, take more pills, go to bed; She felt like a drone. "C'mon hun, up and at em your breakfast is downstairs and ya need to take your medication, it's almost ten." Sara sighed as she listened to her mama walk away from her room. She got up hastily knowing that if she wasn't down within the next ten minutes Cordelia would come to wake her up and everyday it got harder and harder to look at her mother. Cordelia seemed to be deteriorating, physically and emotionally. Pieces of her mother were lost that day in the bathroom and Sara deemed herself responsible and it killed her. Sara shook her head, willing those thoughts to disappear as she trotted down the steps to the kitchen.

"There ya are sleepy head," Misty greeted her daughter with a quick kiss on the head before gently pushing her towards the table, "start eatin' ya have to take your medicine by ten." Sara peered at the clock before taking a seat in between Myrtle and the twins, Stephen and Christie. Breakfast droned on as usual, littered with bickering between the twins and a playful yet stern intervention by Misty when things got too heated.

"Hey mama, where's mom?" Stephen asked, "She never comes down for breakfast anymore. I wanna show her my drawing of me n' Chrissie." Sara cringed at her brother's question, the guilt rising like bile in her throat. It was her fault Cordelia was too tired to ever come down for breakfast.

Misty's mouth hovered open as she pondered a response, "Hun ya know mom wants to see ya drawin' but—"

"I'm right here honey," Cordelia called as she shuffled into the kitchen. The Supreme walked over to her wife, greeting her with a quick peck on the lips. The swamp witch wrapped her arms around her wife and pulled her close, attempting to speak privately in the full kitchen.

"How did ya sleep hun, ya look so tired maybe ya should just go back up to bed," Misty spoke in a hushed tone.

"I'm fine." Cordelia reassured her wife quietly before removing herself from Misty's arms. Misty watched her wife walk away, her eyebrows furrowed together and a concern expression splayed across her face. It was obvious that Cordelia hadn't slept well; the dark rings that hung under her eyes said that much. The Supreme walked over to the table, lifting up a squealing Stephen and putting him in her lap before sitting down. "Let's see that drawing you drew." Sara's eyes scanned her mother's frame and she felt sick. Cordelia had clearly lost weight, her cheekbones and collarbones protruding sickeningly. Sara's eyes flickered from Cordelia to Misty; the expression on Misty's facing was heartbreaking. The swamp witch knew her wife wasn't well. She had taken on most of the supreme's responsibilities at home and at the academy in an attempt to lighten the weight that plagued her lover.

Misty walked over to the table, leaning on the chair Cordelia was resting on and wrapping her arms around her wife and Stephen, "Hey baby, mom can look at the later, she's gotta get somethin to eat first."

"No Mist, I'm fine, really I'm not hungry." Misty looked at her wife, pleading with her eyes for Cordelia to eat something. Cordelia waved Misty off and picked Stephen off her lap and placed him back in his own chair. She walked around the table placing a loving kiss on the top of all of her children's heads, stopping over Sara and pulling her into an embrace through the chair, "How are you feeling Sar?"

Sara involuntarily shied away from her mother's touch. It was so hard to be near her mother when Sara knew she was hurting her. Everything that was wrong with her mother, Sara had caused. The guilt Cordelia felt from Sara's suicide attempt had taken over her life and it threatened to destroy her. Cordelia should've have seen something, how could she not? Her whole life she had been neglected by Fiona and now she was just as bad as her mother. "I'm okay thanks for asking, can you get my medicine I have to take it now." Sara spoke, her voice a little edgier and colder than she had intended.

Cordelia winced, clearly hurt by Sara's tone but regardless she retrieved her daughter's medicine and placed it in front of her with a glass of water. "Mommy, why don't we all have to take medicine like Sara?" Christie questioned innocently, her wild curls framing her face much like her mama's.

"Because honey," Cordelia smoothed over the curls she had grown to love years ago when she first saw them on Misty, " Sara's not feeling well and the medicine helps her feel all better."

Sara couldn't stop the anger the boiled within in her; it was a mixture of self hatred and guilt. This is bullshit, this whole thing is bullshit why do we keep acting like everything's fucking okay when it's not. "Or maybe because you're not a fucking fuck up like me." Sara added snidely as she pushed herself from the table. She grabbed her pills and began to storm out of the room when Cordelia got up, grasping onto her arm. "Don't fucking touch me," Sara spat, as she shoved her mother's arm away.

Cordelia flinched, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open; the hurt evident in the way the Supreme's lip trembled. Instinctively, Misty wrapped her arms around her wife protectively. Misty loved her children, she would do anything for them but Cordelia was her heart; without her, Misty's world ceased to exist. The swamp witch saw red and she couldn't stop herself, her raged fueled by her shaking wife in her arms. "Don'tcha ever talk to ya mother that way ever again. Get out right now. Don't even bother comin' back." Misty snarled, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sara stomped out of the kitchen stopping only to grab her keys. She slammed the front door behind her, attempting to ignore Cordelia's cries begging her to come back. Blinded by her tears, Sara stumbled to her car; she shoved the keys into the ignition and raced down to street, to where, she did not know.

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Sara ended up driving to a cliff near her house; one her mothers used to take her to for picnics when she was younger. She sat on the hood of the car and reached into her pockets finding her pills. Sara chucked them over the cliff, she hadn't been taking them away; She didn't like how they made her feel numb and clouded her mind. Checking her phone, she saw multiple missed calls, all from home. She cringed thinking of the way Mama spoke to her. Sara didn't blame her Mama though, it was her fault that Cordelia, the love of Misty's life, was crumbling. The young witch sat on the hood of her cars for hours, until the sky darkened and stars began to twinkle in the distance. There was no way she could return home, it would be better if she just stayed away. It would be better if you disappeared altogether actually. Sara covered her face, the empty feeling in her chest aching painfully; it was as if her heart was a sinkhole, pulling so strongly she felt she might collapse into herself and disappear. You know what your family needs. Look what you've done to Cordelia, your own mother. Maybe if you got it right the first time this wouldn't have happened. You're so incompetent you can't even kill yourself correctly. Sara slide off the hood of the car and into the drivers seat. "Fuck." She muttered, tears sliding down her face as she gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white.

It was around 2 am when Sara pulled into the house, she let out a silent thank you when she saw all the lights were off. She needed everyone to be asleep this time; she couldn't afford to be interrupted. The young witch slipped into the house and crept up to her room soundlessly. Just as she was about to reach under her mattress to grab her hidden stash of pills, she saw her youngest sister Myrtle sitting on her bed. "Uhm Myr, what're you doing in my bed, shouldn't you be asleep?"

"I know what you're going to do Sara and you can't do it, you think it's bad now?" Sara was surprised momentarily before remembering her sister was a budding clairvoyant; Myrtle was simply reading Sara's thoughts back to her, she couldn't possibly understand the situation.

"You don't even understand what you're talking about Myrtle, stay out of it and go back to your room." Myrtle looked at Sara, a fierceness in her eyes uncharacteristic for someone of such a young age.

"No," Myrtle stated sharply, shoving her pudgy finger into her older sister's chest, "I don't think you understand. If you kill yourself you will be destroying the life you have yet to live. You need to stop thinking about Mom and Mama because you can't do this for anyone but yourself. You need to live for you. It hurts, I know, but that's life. You can't just expect to get better. You have to want it and work for it and if anyone can do it, my older sister can." Myrtle was blubbering, tears flowing down her face while she practically screamed at her sister. " You can't give up now when you've made it this far, plus I need you. I won't be able to grow up without you." Myrtle finally broke, unable to form words as she cried. Sara's mouth gaped open; She was completely taken aback by the ferocity by which her sister spoke. She wrapped Myrtle into a hug, pressing kisses to the top of her head. Sara knew she wasn't fixed and maybe she never would be, but she had to try. She had to live for moments like this, when the only heaviness she felt was the weight of her beloved sister's head on her shoulder.