Disclaimer: Charmed is a property of the WB
Note: I have nothing against Piper! I like her so much that I love to
use her in my many different eccentric plots.
SPLIT
"It's all your fault, Piper... if only you had never been born... then all those who loved you would never have died. You've failed, again and again, and again... All you could ever do bring death and pain... despair and sorrow... you are useless..."
"Leave me alone!" Piper cried miserably. "Go away... please..."
"It doesn't matter now Piper... you're too late. You've already failed. Your mother, your grams, your dear old sister Prue... how much sooner before Phoebe, Paige, or Leo? You can never experience happiness Piper. Give it up... you're useless..."
"No."
"Come on, it's not that hard... at least this will lessen the failure. Come one... it's the least you can do."
"Leave me alone! Please! I'm begging you..." Piper sobbed, her trembling body crumpled to the kitchen floor, knocking a chair over, tears flooding out of her eyes.
"Get up! Don't be such a failure! End the pain Piper... you can never feel happiness, for every time you do, disaster and chaos follow..."
"No! Don't make me! Please!"
-Phoebe's POV-
Phoebe drove up the driveway and sighed happily. 'Thank god Elise was sick! I haven't felt this great in months!' She opened the front door and stepped into the kitchen, hoping to grab one of Piper's delicious chocolate chip cookies. The sight before her hit her hard, like a brick. The usually clean and tidy kitchen looked as if San Fran experienced another of its devastating earthquake. Broken dishes, overturned table, splintered chairs, shattered cupboards, scattered cutlery...
"Piper?" Phoebe called out, afraid that a demon had been in here earlier. "Piper, where are you?"
Phoebe stepped over the debris and saw Piper lying on the floor, unconscious.
"Piper!" She cried, as she rushed over to her fallen sister. Phoebe gently lifted Piper's head onto her lap and cried for Leo. All of a sudden, she felt a sharp, jarring pain in her back. She looked down and saw the tip of a vicious looking blade of a kitchen knife working its way through her chest. Blood began trickling down the tip of the blade, first in little dribbles, then in gigantic floods, as she felt the knife leave her heart. Everything seemed fuzzy as she felt it become harder to breathe. Each breath became a struggle, a struggle in which she cannot win. Phoebe felt her energy drain away, similar to the way the blood drained away from her body.
"Leo!" She tried yelling, but it came out a forced whisper as darkness soon enveloped her. She had no idea who killed her...
SPLIT
"It's all your fault, Piper... if only you had never been born... then all those who loved you would never have died. You've failed, again and again, and again... All you could ever do bring death and pain... despair and sorrow... you are useless..."
"Leave me alone!" Piper cried miserably. "Go away... please..."
"It doesn't matter now Piper... you're too late. You've already failed. Your mother, your grams, your dear old sister Prue... how much sooner before Phoebe, Paige, or Leo? You can never experience happiness Piper. Give it up... you're useless..."
"No."
"Come on, it's not that hard... at least this will lessen the failure. Come one... it's the least you can do."
"Leave me alone! Please! I'm begging you..." Piper sobbed, her trembling body crumpled to the kitchen floor, knocking a chair over, tears flooding out of her eyes.
"Get up! Don't be such a failure! End the pain Piper... you can never feel happiness, for every time you do, disaster and chaos follow..."
"No! Don't make me! Please!"
-Phoebe's POV-
Phoebe drove up the driveway and sighed happily. 'Thank god Elise was sick! I haven't felt this great in months!' She opened the front door and stepped into the kitchen, hoping to grab one of Piper's delicious chocolate chip cookies. The sight before her hit her hard, like a brick. The usually clean and tidy kitchen looked as if San Fran experienced another of its devastating earthquake. Broken dishes, overturned table, splintered chairs, shattered cupboards, scattered cutlery...
"Piper?" Phoebe called out, afraid that a demon had been in here earlier. "Piper, where are you?"
Phoebe stepped over the debris and saw Piper lying on the floor, unconscious.
"Piper!" She cried, as she rushed over to her fallen sister. Phoebe gently lifted Piper's head onto her lap and cried for Leo. All of a sudden, she felt a sharp, jarring pain in her back. She looked down and saw the tip of a vicious looking blade of a kitchen knife working its way through her chest. Blood began trickling down the tip of the blade, first in little dribbles, then in gigantic floods, as she felt the knife leave her heart. Everything seemed fuzzy as she felt it become harder to breathe. Each breath became a struggle, a struggle in which she cannot win. Phoebe felt her energy drain away, similar to the way the blood drained away from her body.
"Leo!" She tried yelling, but it came out a forced whisper as darkness soon enveloped her. She had no idea who killed her...