A/N: Ugh I know the last chapter was gawdawful. I did the best I could, but what happened had to happen. Yes, I have plot ideas. Finally. So anyway, I apologise. And I hope that nothing I ever write will be as abysmal as that ever again. Ever.
A/N: My loyal reviewer Anonymous - Lycan Animal will be updated, I just want to get this done first. Since I already have like ten chapters of that story finished I *could* post them at the same time but I never really thought about it. I'll probably repost the first chapter after this is finished and continue from there.
A/N: On that happy note, I give you...
Psychosis
Recap: Paige went all 'psycho' on Phoebe and beat her to hell. Leo orbed in and managed to save Phoebe, who found herself terrified and filled with hatred towards the now miserably regretful Paige. Trying to ignore her sister's pleading wails, Phoebe asked Leo to orb her out.
* * *
Leo's orbing in with Phoebe. I curl my lip in distaste at the sight of them together. That bastard. He's now blatantly cheating on me. Hate him. They're entwined in a close embrace, her head resting on his shoulder. That should be me there. Bitch.
Letting go, Phoebe turns around. Her face is red and her eyes are quite puffy. She looked utterly devastated. Quickly, she comes over to me and throws herself on me, wrapping her arms around my back and sobbing into my hair. Awkwardly I place my own hands around her shoulders and neck, trying to soothe her but not quite feeling right.
"I have to go and..." Leo doesn't finish his sentence. He's tactfully deciding not to say something. But what? What is it that is too awful for him to utter? Never mind, Phoebe has waved carelessly at him - his dismissal - and he has orbed out without so much as a second glance at his beloved wife.
Phoebe's still crying away, gripping onto me like I'm holding her over a cliff. "Phoebe, what happened?" I ask eventually, guessing she probably does have a reason to be completely cut up about whatever. Slowly I do feel myself begin to care though. I draw my arms back and push her away softly. "Phoebe. What happened?" I repeat.
Something's stopping her from answering, but she won't say a word.
"Show her Cole's note," Prue tells me. I start in the shock of Prue actually being present while I have company. Jerking my head around, I see her standing, leaning against the fridge with her arms folded and a bemused grin. "Come on Piper, it'll make her feel better."
I chew on the inside of my cheek and my mouth still tastes like peach. Phoebe hasn't seemed to have noticed Prue standing right in her line of vision. What else is new? With a yawn I stand up and let Phoebe sit down, before crossing to the fridge and pulling the latter off. The magnet falls to the floor and joined the other one. This time I pick them up. "Phoebe?" I say her name tenderly, "Cole asked me to make sure you got this."
Her ears perk up at the very mention of her boyfriend's name and she roughly snatches it out of my grasp, her white-knuckled hands shaking. "He was here?" she asks, her eyes slowly raising up to meet mine, looking almost pleading.
Smiling, I nod my head and put the magnets back onto the fridge, wondering how magnets work. That stuff makes no sense to me. They're not sticky, so how do they stick? It's frustrating.
I turn around to find Phoebe standing right beside me, a strange look on her face. "Piper, did he hurt you?" she asks, her voice serious and desperate. "What did he want?" She frowns as she looks down at the floor and at her feet, which are resting in a pool of water. She lifts them out and looks at me curiously.
"He just wanted to talk to me," I reply airily. "He asked for you but I told him you were at Paige's. So he wrote you a note. Me and Prue read it, I hope you don't mind. We think it's funny but sweet."
There's a long silence while Phoebe stares at me, a small frown giving her that concerned look I've witnessed so many times. Then she turns on her heel and marches over to the table, her hands up at her temples, massaging them. "I can't handle this," she mutters. "Oh god I'm gonna have a heart attack or something."
"Did you read it?" I enquire pleasantly, tipping my head to the side in a curious fashion. I want to know if Phoebe giggled like Prue and myself did. I want to know if Phoebe remembers when we were kids and Prue poured yoghurt down her back. Oh that was such a funny day. Phoebe was screaming and crying and Prue got sent to her room but I'd finished my yoghurt so I asked for a cookie and gave it to Prue so she wouldn't be sad.
Phoebe keeps her eyes on me for a while before directing them towards the unread letter on the table. With a long sigh, she picks it up and begins to read it. As soon as she starts, she is crying. Loud sobs of misery pour out of her as her eyes flicker down the page. I watch her read. I don't know what she's crying about, it seemed perfectly nice to me.
Once she's finished, Phoebe lowers her hand to rest on the table. "I uh..." she begins, not quite knowing what to say, "I'm just going to go upstairs. If you need anything just yell okay?"
"Okay," I agree, and watch her gather herself together and make the journey from the room, tear-stained letter still clutched in her hand.
I'm alone again, just sitting there with my own thoughts. Stupid thoughts. All that ever goes through my mind is utter drivelling crap. Why can't I just wake up?
"Piper, you'll never be normal again," Prue tells me. "So why beat yourself up about it?"
"I will," I reply defiantly. "You can't decide how I am."
She purses her lips and relaxes her frown, looking perfectly calm and in control. "Piper, be honest. You know I know you better than you do. I decide what you say, what you do. It's always been that way. You're mine."
No. What she's saying isn't true. The real Prue taught me a long time ago to be my own woman, to seek independance. She was bossy but not controlling. "I don't belong to anybody," I say quietly but sternly.
"Liar," Prue taunts. "You can't look after yourself, Piper. You need me!"
"You're not even alive anymore!" I scream with all my might, squeezing my eyes shut and clenching my fists into tight little balls. It seems like my cry echoes around the kitchen, then a heavy silence settles over me. When I open my eyes, the kitchen is empty once more. Prue's gone.
Phoebe told me to yell if I needed her. I shout her name loudly and hoarsely, needing her comfort. But she doesn't reply or appear. So I make my way upstairs and knock on her door. No answer. Gingerly I tug the handle down and push the door ajar, then fully open. Phoebe's room is empty.
On her bed there's a note.
~*~
This is the hardest thing I've ever tried to do.
I didn't want this to happen, nobody did, but Cole offered me support. Support I am in bad need of. I don't mean to abandon you but after what happened with Paige, I just can't bring myself to trust her anymore. I don't know if my feelings will ever change. I won't disappear out of your lives, I'll still be around, but I won't live with you and you won't see me so much. I love Cole and I know he loves me, so I will be safe with him. I'll be fine, I promise.
I'm sorry and I love you.
Phoebe.
~*~
I trace a finger down the handwriting on the paper. Meaningless words, that's all they are. I can read them but I can't *read* them! All I can concentrate on is how messy and scrawled out her writing is. Has she always done that or was it just the passion of the moment? Was there any passion of the moment? For all I know, it could say something like 'Gone shopping, back soon' and I'd be none the wiser.
But somehow I get an idea. Whether she's gone shopping or not, she's not coming back.
The letter tastes like liquorice. I never liked liquorice.
A/N: You guys have no idea how hard it was to *not* put 'PhEobe' at the end of the letter. For a while it was, cos hey, that's the way Alyssa spells it right? But I couldn't, so I thought I'd mention it anyway hehehe.
Might be a while (don't worry - not a month) before the next update, got me some exams happening. But you gotta give me credit, I'm posting regularly now. Ish.
Thanks for the supporting reviews. Really.
*sighs* Oh, and read Charmeded. *winks at kit and falcon*
A/N: My loyal reviewer Anonymous - Lycan Animal will be updated, I just want to get this done first. Since I already have like ten chapters of that story finished I *could* post them at the same time but I never really thought about it. I'll probably repost the first chapter after this is finished and continue from there.
A/N: On that happy note, I give you...
Psychosis
Recap: Paige went all 'psycho' on Phoebe and beat her to hell. Leo orbed in and managed to save Phoebe, who found herself terrified and filled with hatred towards the now miserably regretful Paige. Trying to ignore her sister's pleading wails, Phoebe asked Leo to orb her out.
* * *
Leo's orbing in with Phoebe. I curl my lip in distaste at the sight of them together. That bastard. He's now blatantly cheating on me. Hate him. They're entwined in a close embrace, her head resting on his shoulder. That should be me there. Bitch.
Letting go, Phoebe turns around. Her face is red and her eyes are quite puffy. She looked utterly devastated. Quickly, she comes over to me and throws herself on me, wrapping her arms around my back and sobbing into my hair. Awkwardly I place my own hands around her shoulders and neck, trying to soothe her but not quite feeling right.
"I have to go and..." Leo doesn't finish his sentence. He's tactfully deciding not to say something. But what? What is it that is too awful for him to utter? Never mind, Phoebe has waved carelessly at him - his dismissal - and he has orbed out without so much as a second glance at his beloved wife.
Phoebe's still crying away, gripping onto me like I'm holding her over a cliff. "Phoebe, what happened?" I ask eventually, guessing she probably does have a reason to be completely cut up about whatever. Slowly I do feel myself begin to care though. I draw my arms back and push her away softly. "Phoebe. What happened?" I repeat.
Something's stopping her from answering, but she won't say a word.
"Show her Cole's note," Prue tells me. I start in the shock of Prue actually being present while I have company. Jerking my head around, I see her standing, leaning against the fridge with her arms folded and a bemused grin. "Come on Piper, it'll make her feel better."
I chew on the inside of my cheek and my mouth still tastes like peach. Phoebe hasn't seemed to have noticed Prue standing right in her line of vision. What else is new? With a yawn I stand up and let Phoebe sit down, before crossing to the fridge and pulling the latter off. The magnet falls to the floor and joined the other one. This time I pick them up. "Phoebe?" I say her name tenderly, "Cole asked me to make sure you got this."
Her ears perk up at the very mention of her boyfriend's name and she roughly snatches it out of my grasp, her white-knuckled hands shaking. "He was here?" she asks, her eyes slowly raising up to meet mine, looking almost pleading.
Smiling, I nod my head and put the magnets back onto the fridge, wondering how magnets work. That stuff makes no sense to me. They're not sticky, so how do they stick? It's frustrating.
I turn around to find Phoebe standing right beside me, a strange look on her face. "Piper, did he hurt you?" she asks, her voice serious and desperate. "What did he want?" She frowns as she looks down at the floor and at her feet, which are resting in a pool of water. She lifts them out and looks at me curiously.
"He just wanted to talk to me," I reply airily. "He asked for you but I told him you were at Paige's. So he wrote you a note. Me and Prue read it, I hope you don't mind. We think it's funny but sweet."
There's a long silence while Phoebe stares at me, a small frown giving her that concerned look I've witnessed so many times. Then she turns on her heel and marches over to the table, her hands up at her temples, massaging them. "I can't handle this," she mutters. "Oh god I'm gonna have a heart attack or something."
"Did you read it?" I enquire pleasantly, tipping my head to the side in a curious fashion. I want to know if Phoebe giggled like Prue and myself did. I want to know if Phoebe remembers when we were kids and Prue poured yoghurt down her back. Oh that was such a funny day. Phoebe was screaming and crying and Prue got sent to her room but I'd finished my yoghurt so I asked for a cookie and gave it to Prue so she wouldn't be sad.
Phoebe keeps her eyes on me for a while before directing them towards the unread letter on the table. With a long sigh, she picks it up and begins to read it. As soon as she starts, she is crying. Loud sobs of misery pour out of her as her eyes flicker down the page. I watch her read. I don't know what she's crying about, it seemed perfectly nice to me.
Once she's finished, Phoebe lowers her hand to rest on the table. "I uh..." she begins, not quite knowing what to say, "I'm just going to go upstairs. If you need anything just yell okay?"
"Okay," I agree, and watch her gather herself together and make the journey from the room, tear-stained letter still clutched in her hand.
I'm alone again, just sitting there with my own thoughts. Stupid thoughts. All that ever goes through my mind is utter drivelling crap. Why can't I just wake up?
"Piper, you'll never be normal again," Prue tells me. "So why beat yourself up about it?"
"I will," I reply defiantly. "You can't decide how I am."
She purses her lips and relaxes her frown, looking perfectly calm and in control. "Piper, be honest. You know I know you better than you do. I decide what you say, what you do. It's always been that way. You're mine."
No. What she's saying isn't true. The real Prue taught me a long time ago to be my own woman, to seek independance. She was bossy but not controlling. "I don't belong to anybody," I say quietly but sternly.
"Liar," Prue taunts. "You can't look after yourself, Piper. You need me!"
"You're not even alive anymore!" I scream with all my might, squeezing my eyes shut and clenching my fists into tight little balls. It seems like my cry echoes around the kitchen, then a heavy silence settles over me. When I open my eyes, the kitchen is empty once more. Prue's gone.
Phoebe told me to yell if I needed her. I shout her name loudly and hoarsely, needing her comfort. But she doesn't reply or appear. So I make my way upstairs and knock on her door. No answer. Gingerly I tug the handle down and push the door ajar, then fully open. Phoebe's room is empty.
On her bed there's a note.
~*~
This is the hardest thing I've ever tried to do.
I didn't want this to happen, nobody did, but Cole offered me support. Support I am in bad need of. I don't mean to abandon you but after what happened with Paige, I just can't bring myself to trust her anymore. I don't know if my feelings will ever change. I won't disappear out of your lives, I'll still be around, but I won't live with you and you won't see me so much. I love Cole and I know he loves me, so I will be safe with him. I'll be fine, I promise.
I'm sorry and I love you.
Phoebe.
~*~
I trace a finger down the handwriting on the paper. Meaningless words, that's all they are. I can read them but I can't *read* them! All I can concentrate on is how messy and scrawled out her writing is. Has she always done that or was it just the passion of the moment? Was there any passion of the moment? For all I know, it could say something like 'Gone shopping, back soon' and I'd be none the wiser.
But somehow I get an idea. Whether she's gone shopping or not, she's not coming back.
The letter tastes like liquorice. I never liked liquorice.
A/N: You guys have no idea how hard it was to *not* put 'PhEobe' at the end of the letter. For a while it was, cos hey, that's the way Alyssa spells it right? But I couldn't, so I thought I'd mention it anyway hehehe.
Might be a while (don't worry - not a month) before the next update, got me some exams happening. But you gotta give me credit, I'm posting regularly now. Ish.
Thanks for the supporting reviews. Really.
*sighs* Oh, and read Charmeded. *winks at kit and falcon*