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I hated nights on Patrol. I hated the life we were in period. Knowing Philip and my cousins were doomed to grow up in a world where hate leads everything. Knowing how we failed our destiny. For Lack of better vocabulary it sucks. I wish I could just talk to my mom, one more time. Have her stroke my hair as we watch stupid reruns of "Sabrina the Teenage Witch," While Paris and Pandora play with dolls on the floor.
Time went by so slow now a day. Like we were living life in slow motion. The wind seemed to stand still for days, and the sun still had refused to shine, most likely out of fear. I tend to count how many demons we kill a night, just to pass the time. Tonight, 5 and we had been out here for 2 hours. Phoebe was complaining about her feet hurting, and Pandora was sooner ready to gnaw off her arm then stand out here in the cold.
So I orbed us home after awhile, and we collapsed on the couch, not knowing anything better to do why the rest of the family was sleeping. Pandora was asleep before we could carry her up the stairs. Honestly, I was grateful I didn't want to. So I let Phoebe go upstairs, and I wrapped a blanket around her and pulled a pillow onto the floor for myself. Funny how I suddenly became the protector of the family. I guess I just didn't want them to suffer the fate of my mom.
I try my hardest to let Philip, Pandora, Paris and Parker lead a normal life. Phyre, Pyrallis, and myself it was to late. We will always have these horrifying images in my head, and always have the remembrance of those happy nights we would play scrabble with our moms and help bake chocolate chip cookies because everyone loved them but me and my mom. But at least, they have a shot at forgetting. Maybe, just Maybe, if they can never remember what life they use to have they won't be able to miss it. Especially Parker and Paris, they are so young and tiny, going to be brought in this world without the feeling of comfort and safety.
I could see a change within us three oldest any more. It's like anything goes for us, we don't have restrictions or rules anymore, and really the threat of loosing our lives is constantly one step behind us, I guess it is our way of trying to live our lives to the fullest. We don't know exactly how much longer we will have to do that. Guess in our mind, it's our way of getting a head start.
I know myself and Phyre have been sexually active at least once, we all have gotten into drinking as well. It's just to hard not to. Sometimes you just need to forget, we know it's dangerous, if we are attacked and to drunk to defend ourselves, so we try to limit ourselves. I honestly think Pyralis wouldn't care if she were to die right now. I really think none of us would, if they thought of leaving the remaining members of the family in pain weren't there. Death, it seems like the best way out sometimes. Better than living in a hell on earth.
Phoebe has got to be taking it very hard. She has now lost two sisters, and you can tell she is hanging on to Paige like a little child does to her blanket in a thunder storm. I would hate to see her if or when anything happens to Paige. Prue and Piper gone, it's so hard on her cause everyone she has ever grown up with has now left her, she's grasping for straws here. Well Leo was there, but it's kind of freaky as it is to say when your brother in law saw you running around in diapers. Phoebe wants to have another baby so bad to. Phyre and Pyralis were results of the source, and the she hates the fact that they are his kids just as much as they are Cole's. She talks all the time that she wants a baby that is born out of love, not evil. She does love the girls, there is no doubt they are her pride and joy, but I am sure she would love to have another child just die for one. Who would willingly, though, bring a child into the world we are in now. No matter how much love there is between Phoebe and Cole, we can't protect another child right now. We can't even protect ourselves.
"Mom" I do this a lot, talk to her at night. I know she can hear me, her and grandma and everyone up there listen in a lot. Prue says she knows they do, because she use to as well. They won't even let mom see dad or Aunt Prue. Come on, how much sense does that make, they are dead to. I must talk to her like every night, even Melinda sometimes you know. Of course I can't be loud, and have to fight back tears because Phyre and Pyralis are sleeping, or in this case Pandora, but I like to think that she likes keeping in touch, if that's what you call it.
I just tell her that we missed her, and how we are all managing. I tell Melinda how if she was still here how much she would be like me, and then our differences too. How she would probably be the shy one because every pair of twins has a partier and a quiet one. But I am both, and I think it's because she died, so I need to make up for her. Sometimes instead of being just one twin I feel like I'm both, like I have to make up for Melinda.
"Mom you know everyone misses you and we..." And with that, the shattering of glass was enough to startle Pandora awake and everyone else in the house. And within a matter of milliseconds I was face to face with three rather large red and black demons. They wasted no time throwing bolts of electricity, slime, and energy balls around the room and at myself and Pandora.
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I hated nights on Patrol. I hated the life we were in period. Knowing Philip and my cousins were doomed to grow up in a world where hate leads everything. Knowing how we failed our destiny. For Lack of better vocabulary it sucks. I wish I could just talk to my mom, one more time. Have her stroke my hair as we watch stupid reruns of "Sabrina the Teenage Witch," While Paris and Pandora play with dolls on the floor.
Time went by so slow now a day. Like we were living life in slow motion. The wind seemed to stand still for days, and the sun still had refused to shine, most likely out of fear. I tend to count how many demons we kill a night, just to pass the time. Tonight, 5 and we had been out here for 2 hours. Phoebe was complaining about her feet hurting, and Pandora was sooner ready to gnaw off her arm then stand out here in the cold.
So I orbed us home after awhile, and we collapsed on the couch, not knowing anything better to do why the rest of the family was sleeping. Pandora was asleep before we could carry her up the stairs. Honestly, I was grateful I didn't want to. So I let Phoebe go upstairs, and I wrapped a blanket around her and pulled a pillow onto the floor for myself. Funny how I suddenly became the protector of the family. I guess I just didn't want them to suffer the fate of my mom.
I try my hardest to let Philip, Pandora, Paris and Parker lead a normal life. Phyre, Pyrallis, and myself it was to late. We will always have these horrifying images in my head, and always have the remembrance of those happy nights we would play scrabble with our moms and help bake chocolate chip cookies because everyone loved them but me and my mom. But at least, they have a shot at forgetting. Maybe, just Maybe, if they can never remember what life they use to have they won't be able to miss it. Especially Parker and Paris, they are so young and tiny, going to be brought in this world without the feeling of comfort and safety.
I could see a change within us three oldest any more. It's like anything goes for us, we don't have restrictions or rules anymore, and really the threat of loosing our lives is constantly one step behind us, I guess it is our way of trying to live our lives to the fullest. We don't know exactly how much longer we will have to do that. Guess in our mind, it's our way of getting a head start.
I know myself and Phyre have been sexually active at least once, we all have gotten into drinking as well. It's just to hard not to. Sometimes you just need to forget, we know it's dangerous, if we are attacked and to drunk to defend ourselves, so we try to limit ourselves. I honestly think Pyralis wouldn't care if she were to die right now. I really think none of us would, if they thought of leaving the remaining members of the family in pain weren't there. Death, it seems like the best way out sometimes. Better than living in a hell on earth.
Phoebe has got to be taking it very hard. She has now lost two sisters, and you can tell she is hanging on to Paige like a little child does to her blanket in a thunder storm. I would hate to see her if or when anything happens to Paige. Prue and Piper gone, it's so hard on her cause everyone she has ever grown up with has now left her, she's grasping for straws here. Well Leo was there, but it's kind of freaky as it is to say when your brother in law saw you running around in diapers. Phoebe wants to have another baby so bad to. Phyre and Pyralis were results of the source, and the she hates the fact that they are his kids just as much as they are Cole's. She talks all the time that she wants a baby that is born out of love, not evil. She does love the girls, there is no doubt they are her pride and joy, but I am sure she would love to have another child just die for one. Who would willingly, though, bring a child into the world we are in now. No matter how much love there is between Phoebe and Cole, we can't protect another child right now. We can't even protect ourselves.
"Mom" I do this a lot, talk to her at night. I know she can hear me, her and grandma and everyone up there listen in a lot. Prue says she knows they do, because she use to as well. They won't even let mom see dad or Aunt Prue. Come on, how much sense does that make, they are dead to. I must talk to her like every night, even Melinda sometimes you know. Of course I can't be loud, and have to fight back tears because Phyre and Pyralis are sleeping, or in this case Pandora, but I like to think that she likes keeping in touch, if that's what you call it.
I just tell her that we missed her, and how we are all managing. I tell Melinda how if she was still here how much she would be like me, and then our differences too. How she would probably be the shy one because every pair of twins has a partier and a quiet one. But I am both, and I think it's because she died, so I need to make up for her. Sometimes instead of being just one twin I feel like I'm both, like I have to make up for Melinda.
"Mom you know everyone misses you and we..." And with that, the shattering of glass was enough to startle Pandora awake and everyone else in the house. And within a matter of milliseconds I was face to face with three rather large red and black demons. They wasted no time throwing bolts of electricity, slime, and energy balls around the room and at myself and Pandora.