Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but the story is mine. (woo-hoo) I am praying no one sues me!! If their are any spells and unless I tell you different, I will have obtained them from thecharmedworld.com, so they aren't mine either!
AN: Ok, Phoebe, what do ya say?? Yes, Phoebe is next, my friends, and if this all doesn't make sense, I apologize in advance! I got this strange idea...lol, what else is new. Anways, review or I will NEVER again update...riiight! :P (aww, the joy of idle threats...:P:P)
I am all alone in this dark, cold world. No one is near me, and I am afraid. Wait, no, that can't be true. Vague images haunt my memories, but I can't decide if they are real, or merely a part of my imagination. Sometimes, I see them clearly, faces etched with concern, and then they fade away and I am left in blackness. Even as I think these thoughts, something is eating at me. It is trying to surface, but I must suppress it. How long I can keep it at bay is an open question. I wish I knew. All I know is that it gets closer every day, and part of me welcomes it. How odd, that there are seperate pieces of the same being, fighting for the right to be recognized. Ah, now I fear I am slightly mad. A woman is watching me, sharp eyes on my face. I feel as though I should talk to her, remember her. She keeps telling me to accept something, but I know not what it is.
Slowly, memories are creeping into my mind. I'm not sure what to do with them, so I just file them away until something else comes along, to link it with yet another recollection. I can see me, as a child, with my sisters, or so I presume them to be. Sisters? Surely that is mistaken, there is no one but me. I shake my head to clear the fog away and my eyes again focus on the one in front of me. "Come on, Phoebe. Let me in. Talk to me, honey," she says to me, words finally making some small sense. I know who she is! "Prue...," I say softly, willing it to be true. Then, something hits me, sharply, and I want nothing but to pull away. I see her, in a coffin, lifeless. She's here with me, then there, dead. Which is real? Tell me, I want to say, which is real. My mouth won't form the words, but things begin to clear. Paige, yes, another sister. She came..and then what? I have to concentrate, I have to make myself understand. I feel like a child, struggling to remember something at school. Tortured pictures flash before me, and now I know what happened. I wish I didn't, not knowing was much better than facing the truth.
Prue is staring at me, but I don't want her to see. Tears, hot and fresh, are rolling down my cheeks. Childish tears that I don't deserve because I was the cause of so much. I want Piper's arms around me, but she, as I recall, is lost in her own horrible thoughts. I feel very dizzy and lightheaded, but I don't want to let go of the real world just yet. Even though it is killing me, I have to hold on. For my sisters, I have to hold on. If I fall now, I won't ever truly come back. "Get Piper," I tell my sister, clutching at her, clinging to reality. As long as Piper is near me, I won't go. She was always the one who helped me, always. Prue is yelling for her, but I think I may be slipping away. I hope Piper gets here before it is too late. Prue looks so scared. Is she scared for me? I just don't know anymore. I have to concentrate or I will lose everything. Please Piper, come hold me. Someone comes into the room, but it isn't her. Who is she? Come on Phoebe, remember. She seems so familiar...my memories are drifting further away. NO! Paige. That's who it is. "Paige, I love you," I tell her, using that to give me strength. She looks almost as lost as I know I must.
There she is, my comfort, but my God, she looks so different. Older, and so tired. I know it is grief that makes her this way. Grief that I caused and that bears down on us all. Amazing how all she ever did was help me,and all I ever do is hurt. Paige is holding my hand, and Piper is coming to me, wearily, but steadily. Thank God, I made it. Now, maybe I can start to accept what happened. Piper and Paige need to, as well, I think. I guess we all need each other to get through this. They almost lost me, and I, them. Prue will be a precious gift, she always knows what to say. I think maybe, with all of my sisters around me, I can chase away the shadows that threaten to swallow me whole. Yes, I know I can do this with them...
AN: Ok, Phoebe, what do ya say?? Yes, Phoebe is next, my friends, and if this all doesn't make sense, I apologize in advance! I got this strange idea...lol, what else is new. Anways, review or I will NEVER again update...riiight! :P (aww, the joy of idle threats...:P:P)
I am all alone in this dark, cold world. No one is near me, and I am afraid. Wait, no, that can't be true. Vague images haunt my memories, but I can't decide if they are real, or merely a part of my imagination. Sometimes, I see them clearly, faces etched with concern, and then they fade away and I am left in blackness. Even as I think these thoughts, something is eating at me. It is trying to surface, but I must suppress it. How long I can keep it at bay is an open question. I wish I knew. All I know is that it gets closer every day, and part of me welcomes it. How odd, that there are seperate pieces of the same being, fighting for the right to be recognized. Ah, now I fear I am slightly mad. A woman is watching me, sharp eyes on my face. I feel as though I should talk to her, remember her. She keeps telling me to accept something, but I know not what it is.
Slowly, memories are creeping into my mind. I'm not sure what to do with them, so I just file them away until something else comes along, to link it with yet another recollection. I can see me, as a child, with my sisters, or so I presume them to be. Sisters? Surely that is mistaken, there is no one but me. I shake my head to clear the fog away and my eyes again focus on the one in front of me. "Come on, Phoebe. Let me in. Talk to me, honey," she says to me, words finally making some small sense. I know who she is! "Prue...," I say softly, willing it to be true. Then, something hits me, sharply, and I want nothing but to pull away. I see her, in a coffin, lifeless. She's here with me, then there, dead. Which is real? Tell me, I want to say, which is real. My mouth won't form the words, but things begin to clear. Paige, yes, another sister. She came..and then what? I have to concentrate, I have to make myself understand. I feel like a child, struggling to remember something at school. Tortured pictures flash before me, and now I know what happened. I wish I didn't, not knowing was much better than facing the truth.
Prue is staring at me, but I don't want her to see. Tears, hot and fresh, are rolling down my cheeks. Childish tears that I don't deserve because I was the cause of so much. I want Piper's arms around me, but she, as I recall, is lost in her own horrible thoughts. I feel very dizzy and lightheaded, but I don't want to let go of the real world just yet. Even though it is killing me, I have to hold on. For my sisters, I have to hold on. If I fall now, I won't ever truly come back. "Get Piper," I tell my sister, clutching at her, clinging to reality. As long as Piper is near me, I won't go. She was always the one who helped me, always. Prue is yelling for her, but I think I may be slipping away. I hope Piper gets here before it is too late. Prue looks so scared. Is she scared for me? I just don't know anymore. I have to concentrate or I will lose everything. Please Piper, come hold me. Someone comes into the room, but it isn't her. Who is she? Come on Phoebe, remember. She seems so familiar...my memories are drifting further away. NO! Paige. That's who it is. "Paige, I love you," I tell her, using that to give me strength. She looks almost as lost as I know I must.
There she is, my comfort, but my God, she looks so different. Older, and so tired. I know it is grief that makes her this way. Grief that I caused and that bears down on us all. Amazing how all she ever did was help me,and all I ever do is hurt. Paige is holding my hand, and Piper is coming to me, wearily, but steadily. Thank God, I made it. Now, maybe I can start to accept what happened. Piper and Paige need to, as well, I think. I guess we all need each other to get through this. They almost lost me, and I, them. Prue will be a precious gift, she always knows what to say. I think maybe, with all of my sisters around me, I can chase away the shadows that threaten to swallow me whole. Yes, I know I can do this with them...