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DESPAIR PART TWO: AGONY OF THE SOUL
The next morning when Cybele awoke, she found Phoebe asleep in a chair next to the bed. Cybele sat up and rubbed her eyes. Cybele's movements woke Phoebe up and she looked over at Cybele.
"Good morning, angel" said phoebe. "Let me check your back. I'll try not to hurt you, okay?"
Cybele nodded and turned around. Phoebe carefully raised the shirt and gently examined the welts on Cybele's back. Cybele drew away at Phoebe's touch, arcing her back in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. Phoebe lowered the shirt and took the girl into her arms.
"Don't cry, I know it hurts. We'll leave in this shirt, any thing else would rub your back raw. A t least you're not bleeding anymore."
Phoebe took her by the arm and knocked on Prue's door. A second later Prue answered already dressed.
"Piper's downstairs making breakfast ." Prue said. "How'd she sleep?"
"She slept pretty good, but I think she had a couple nightmare." Phoebe answered.
Prue looked into Cybele's eyes and saw they were haunted by despair, it saddened her to think what must have been done to Cybele to cause this.
All three of them went downstairs where they could piper cooking in the kitchen. They smelled bacon frying. As they came into the kitchen Piper turned and smiled at them.
"Good morning, sleepy heads. I'm almost done. We're having eggs, bacon and blueberry muffins."
Prue put plates and silverware on the table while Phoebe helped Piper carry the food. Cybele sat down with Piper and Phoebe on either side of her and Prue across from her. While they ate they watched Cybele for any signs of pain or distress. She seemed a little sad but obviously felt safe with them. She knew they'd care for her and protect her from anyone or anything that would try to harm her in any way.
After they were finished eating they took her upstairs and cleaned her back again. It was a very painful experience for Cybele. She writhed in pain and cried silently. When it was over Phoebe carried her downstairs to the sunroom. She put her in the softest chair and left her there to enjoy the sunlight streaming through the windows. Phoebe went to help Piper and Prue to clean up and to discuss what to do next.
"She can't talk" Prue mused "but maybe she can write down what happened to her."
"That's a good idea, Prue" said phoebe. Ít would herlp us to know who or what to protect her from."
"Maybe she can tell us why it seems she can't make any sounds." Piper said. "I think she's being deliberately stopped from talking. Something wants to make it as hard as possible for us to help her."
"I agree" Prue said. "We'll let her rest a while before we try, let's sit with her."
When they were finished cleaning up they went to sit in the sunroom with Cybele. They spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon just lazing around the house and relaxing. After eating dinner Prue and Piper cleared the table while Phoebe went to get some paper and pencils. They sat at the table and gave Cybele the paper and pencils.
"Cybele," said Piper, "We want you to write down everything you can about yourself and what caused this to you. Take your time, okay baby?"
Cybele sat there thinking for a moment and then picked up the pencil. The minute the tip of pencil touched the paper, pain blasted through her body. She screamed silently and fell to her knees on the floor. This was not a physical pain but a defiling of her spirit, an agony of the soul;. She felt Piper pick her up and carry her to her bed. Then darkness embraced her soul and she knew nothing, descending into her own private hell.
END PART TWO
DESPAIR PART TWO: AGONY OF THE SOUL
The next morning when Cybele awoke, she found Phoebe asleep in a chair next to the bed. Cybele sat up and rubbed her eyes. Cybele's movements woke Phoebe up and she looked over at Cybele.
"Good morning, angel" said phoebe. "Let me check your back. I'll try not to hurt you, okay?"
Cybele nodded and turned around. Phoebe carefully raised the shirt and gently examined the welts on Cybele's back. Cybele drew away at Phoebe's touch, arcing her back in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. Phoebe lowered the shirt and took the girl into her arms.
"Don't cry, I know it hurts. We'll leave in this shirt, any thing else would rub your back raw. A t least you're not bleeding anymore."
Phoebe took her by the arm and knocked on Prue's door. A second later Prue answered already dressed.
"Piper's downstairs making breakfast ." Prue said. "How'd she sleep?"
"She slept pretty good, but I think she had a couple nightmare." Phoebe answered.
Prue looked into Cybele's eyes and saw they were haunted by despair, it saddened her to think what must have been done to Cybele to cause this.
All three of them went downstairs where they could piper cooking in the kitchen. They smelled bacon frying. As they came into the kitchen Piper turned and smiled at them.
"Good morning, sleepy heads. I'm almost done. We're having eggs, bacon and blueberry muffins."
Prue put plates and silverware on the table while Phoebe helped Piper carry the food. Cybele sat down with Piper and Phoebe on either side of her and Prue across from her. While they ate they watched Cybele for any signs of pain or distress. She seemed a little sad but obviously felt safe with them. She knew they'd care for her and protect her from anyone or anything that would try to harm her in any way.
After they were finished eating they took her upstairs and cleaned her back again. It was a very painful experience for Cybele. She writhed in pain and cried silently. When it was over Phoebe carried her downstairs to the sunroom. She put her in the softest chair and left her there to enjoy the sunlight streaming through the windows. Phoebe went to help Piper and Prue to clean up and to discuss what to do next.
"She can't talk" Prue mused "but maybe she can write down what happened to her."
"That's a good idea, Prue" said phoebe. Ít would herlp us to know who or what to protect her from."
"Maybe she can tell us why it seems she can't make any sounds." Piper said. "I think she's being deliberately stopped from talking. Something wants to make it as hard as possible for us to help her."
"I agree" Prue said. "We'll let her rest a while before we try, let's sit with her."
When they were finished cleaning up they went to sit in the sunroom with Cybele. They spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon just lazing around the house and relaxing. After eating dinner Prue and Piper cleared the table while Phoebe went to get some paper and pencils. They sat at the table and gave Cybele the paper and pencils.
"Cybele," said Piper, "We want you to write down everything you can about yourself and what caused this to you. Take your time, okay baby?"
Cybele sat there thinking for a moment and then picked up the pencil. The minute the tip of pencil touched the paper, pain blasted through her body. She screamed silently and fell to her knees on the floor. This was not a physical pain but a defiling of her spirit, an agony of the soul;. She felt Piper pick her up and carry her to her bed. Then darkness embraced her soul and she knew nothing, descending into her own private hell.
END PART TWO