Disclaimer: No, I don't own Charmed. Hey, it disappoints me as much as it does you. lol. Seriously though, I would have done some things a lot differently if I'd owned the show...anyways. That's my disclaimer and I'm stickin' to it! (In case you were wondering, no I don't do drugs, yes I really am THAT weird!!!:P)
AN: Any suggestion you guys have on makin' this better is OK by me!!!
SnOwBuNnY: OK, I'll update soon, but only cuz you were so nice to me in your review...thanks for the great compliments.
wAnNaBpIpEr: I hated it because I'm having some trouble coming up with good ideas, hopefully I'll like this chapter better...
HalliwellGirls: In my story The End, I vanquished the lousy excuse for a...well, whatever he was. Loser. Thanks for stickin' with this story! Oh, yeah, you were my fiftieth reviewer!!! You get the prize! *gives lotz of chocolate*
Kristen's Paige: Thanks for reviewing...:P
Lara-Beth: Of course, I wouldn't expect you to like the chapter more than your name :D:P Thanks for reviewing, your comments meant a lot.
Wotcha: If it is necessary, I can handle fewer reviews...I guess. But I'm gonna miss you, cuz your reviews are always fun to read. Prue is just...mean! Who wouldn't choose Paige's side over pHOebe's? lolol
Read on, people, read on...
Piper sat next to Phoebe, a million thoughts racing through her head. What if Paige didn't come back? What if they never saw her again. What if Phoebe died and Paige never knew. What if...what if. Her heart began to beat faster, her breath came in quick gulps. Maybe Paige will walk out of the hospital and a demon will attack and we'll never know....we'll never know. She tried to clear her head, but the doubts kept piling up. Her breathing sped up, and suddenly it was like her throat had closed up. She couldn't breath, her lungs burned. She tried to calm down and found it was hopeless. What if...what if...
Paige walked out to the car, digging in her pockets for the spare key she always carried with her. "Hopefully the spell didn't affect the key," she thought to herself as her hand closed over a cold piece of metal. "Gotcha," she whispered triumphantly, and unlocked the doors. Everything hit her as she turned the engine. Breathing deeply, she eased the gear into drive. She had to stay angry, or all the guilt would come rushing back. If she could get to Glenn, everything would be fine. Relieved to have a goal, her driving straightened out.
Prue noticed Piper's breathing first, and went to her side. Phoebe shot up, watching Prue's hurried step. "What? What is it?," Phoebe demanded worriedly.
"She's having a panic attack, Phoebe," Prue answered distractedly.
"A what?"
"Remember, she used to have them when we were younger," Prue reminded her. Phoebe nodded, remembering vaguely when she and Prue had had to calm Piper down at school. Piper couldn't make herself breathe, all she could think about were the what ifs. What if she couldn't save her sisters? Her chest began to burn. She needed to breathe.
"Piper, listen to me. You have to calm down. Breathe slowly," Prue urged, taking Piper's face in her hands and forcing her too look at her.
Paige couldn't help but remember her sister's harsh tones, or how everything that was happening was her fault. She kept driving, unaware at first that she was rapidly picking up speed. 40, 50, 60 miles an hour. 65,70,73,74...When she glanced at the speedometer, she forced herself to slow down. Then, as guilt washed through her, she pressed her foot on the accelerator. If she ran into a tree, or something, they would be free of her. 72,73,76....That would end all the worries they had. Maybe dying would even reverse Phoebe's spell. She had to at least try, didn't she? 80,84... That's it, all she has to do is crash. The impact alone would kill her. But was she brave enough? "Only one way to find out," she screamed wildly, spotting the perfect tree. 87,89,91...
"Piper, sweetie, you aren't listening. Breathe with me...nice and easy," Prue said, taking a slow breath. This wasn't working, but what else could she do? Piper could barely hear her sister's pleas. What would happen after Phoebe was gone? Would she survive it? Her breathing got even faster, until she no longer could feel any oxygen coming in at all. Blackness clouded her vision. What if...what if...what if....
"In a few more minutes," Paige told herself, "You'll be gone." The tree loomed ahead. All it would take was a quick turn of the wheel. She couldn't do it. It became a blur as she passed it. Silently, she cursed herself. Wimp! She couldn't even kill herself properly. "NO," she screamed at herself, "The next one." Checking her speedometer, she realized it had better be soon, or she would be pulled over for speeding. She laughed at herself. Who cared about speeding tickets, she wouldn't be alive to worry about them anyway! 95,96....
"Prue should we get a nurse?," Phoebe asked, terrified.
"No," Prue snapped, "I've calmed her out of this more than once." Why wasn't she responding? This was too much for her, too much for all of them. "Piper, damnit, look at me," she screamed. Finally, Piper focused on her. Prue heaved a sigh of relief and began the counting. "Breathe in 1...2...3...4 and out 2....3....4," she urged. Piper tried to steady her breathing to Prue's pace. 1...2...3...4
Would her sisters want her dead? The thought echoed through Paige's head like a gunshot. Sure, they hadn't come after her when she stormed out, but that didn't mean they didn't care. 90,89,87... It didn't matter either way, did it? She had caused so much pain, so much grief. Even discounting the fact that Phoebe was dying, what good had she been to any of them? None, absolutely none. Steeling her resolve, she increased her speed. 90,95,97.... She needed to die, period.
Piper gradually, calmed down, only to be hit with another terrifying thought. What if all of this was her fault? What if some stupid decision of hers had caused every agonizing ounce of this hurt? She couldn't handle that, wouldn't handle that. So much had happened, it killed her to think that it was her fault. "Shit," Prue muttered as her sister began breathing harder.
"Prue, we should really call a nurse in her," Phoebe pressed. Prue glanced at her angrily.
"No," she reiterated firmly, "Piper, don't let go. Come on honey, we can get through this."
There it was. The perfect place for her death. All she had to do was swerve across the road and maintain this speed. She was going fast enough to ensure a quick, relatively painless death. A few more seconds...98,99...100. Wait. This couldn't be right. If she died, she had just abandoned them all. She couldn't live with that, couldn't leave THEM to live with that. 94,90,88... What had she been thinking?
"That's it, honey. Breathe slowly...come on, you're doing great," Prue encouraged, smiling her relief. Piper felt instant relief from the flames in her chest as she drug in long, shaky breaths. "See, Phoebe, I told you we could do this," Prue said, turning around to smile at her sister. Phoebe smiled back, weakly. That had scared her. Badly.
"Oh God," Paige whispered, bringing her car to a slow stop on the road's shoulder. Nausea swept through her, making her scramble out of the car. After a few moments, she opened the passenger side door and leaned across the seat, opening the dash box. Feeling around, she grabbed the cell phone. She needed to talk to Glenn...or someone, anyone for that matter. When she glanced at the phone, she realized there wasn't enough battery power to make a call. Tears slid down her cheeks in rivers. She had almost killed herself. She had almost rammed her car into a tree, and she couldn't even get a hold of someone afterwards. "Leo!," she screamed, her voice thick with emotion. The tears came faster, pouring down her cheeks. Where was he? "Leo!," she repeated tearfully, feeling herself coming apart.
AN: I'm sorry if this was a little confusing, I write what comes to me. I'm still hatin the chapters, but hey, y'all seem to enjoy them! :)
AN: Any suggestion you guys have on makin' this better is OK by me!!!
SnOwBuNnY: OK, I'll update soon, but only cuz you were so nice to me in your review...thanks for the great compliments.
wAnNaBpIpEr: I hated it because I'm having some trouble coming up with good ideas, hopefully I'll like this chapter better...
HalliwellGirls: In my story The End, I vanquished the lousy excuse for a...well, whatever he was. Loser. Thanks for stickin' with this story! Oh, yeah, you were my fiftieth reviewer!!! You get the prize! *gives lotz of chocolate*
Kristen's Paige: Thanks for reviewing...:P
Lara-Beth: Of course, I wouldn't expect you to like the chapter more than your name :D:P Thanks for reviewing, your comments meant a lot.
Wotcha: If it is necessary, I can handle fewer reviews...I guess. But I'm gonna miss you, cuz your reviews are always fun to read. Prue is just...mean! Who wouldn't choose Paige's side over pHOebe's? lolol
Read on, people, read on...
Piper sat next to Phoebe, a million thoughts racing through her head. What if Paige didn't come back? What if they never saw her again. What if Phoebe died and Paige never knew. What if...what if. Her heart began to beat faster, her breath came in quick gulps. Maybe Paige will walk out of the hospital and a demon will attack and we'll never know....we'll never know. She tried to clear her head, but the doubts kept piling up. Her breathing sped up, and suddenly it was like her throat had closed up. She couldn't breath, her lungs burned. She tried to calm down and found it was hopeless. What if...what if...
Paige walked out to the car, digging in her pockets for the spare key she always carried with her. "Hopefully the spell didn't affect the key," she thought to herself as her hand closed over a cold piece of metal. "Gotcha," she whispered triumphantly, and unlocked the doors. Everything hit her as she turned the engine. Breathing deeply, she eased the gear into drive. She had to stay angry, or all the guilt would come rushing back. If she could get to Glenn, everything would be fine. Relieved to have a goal, her driving straightened out.
Prue noticed Piper's breathing first, and went to her side. Phoebe shot up, watching Prue's hurried step. "What? What is it?," Phoebe demanded worriedly.
"She's having a panic attack, Phoebe," Prue answered distractedly.
"A what?"
"Remember, she used to have them when we were younger," Prue reminded her. Phoebe nodded, remembering vaguely when she and Prue had had to calm Piper down at school. Piper couldn't make herself breathe, all she could think about were the what ifs. What if she couldn't save her sisters? Her chest began to burn. She needed to breathe.
"Piper, listen to me. You have to calm down. Breathe slowly," Prue urged, taking Piper's face in her hands and forcing her too look at her.
Paige couldn't help but remember her sister's harsh tones, or how everything that was happening was her fault. She kept driving, unaware at first that she was rapidly picking up speed. 40, 50, 60 miles an hour. 65,70,73,74...When she glanced at the speedometer, she forced herself to slow down. Then, as guilt washed through her, she pressed her foot on the accelerator. If she ran into a tree, or something, they would be free of her. 72,73,76....That would end all the worries they had. Maybe dying would even reverse Phoebe's spell. She had to at least try, didn't she? 80,84... That's it, all she has to do is crash. The impact alone would kill her. But was she brave enough? "Only one way to find out," she screamed wildly, spotting the perfect tree. 87,89,91...
"Piper, sweetie, you aren't listening. Breathe with me...nice and easy," Prue said, taking a slow breath. This wasn't working, but what else could she do? Piper could barely hear her sister's pleas. What would happen after Phoebe was gone? Would she survive it? Her breathing got even faster, until she no longer could feel any oxygen coming in at all. Blackness clouded her vision. What if...what if...what if....
"In a few more minutes," Paige told herself, "You'll be gone." The tree loomed ahead. All it would take was a quick turn of the wheel. She couldn't do it. It became a blur as she passed it. Silently, she cursed herself. Wimp! She couldn't even kill herself properly. "NO," she screamed at herself, "The next one." Checking her speedometer, she realized it had better be soon, or she would be pulled over for speeding. She laughed at herself. Who cared about speeding tickets, she wouldn't be alive to worry about them anyway! 95,96....
"Prue should we get a nurse?," Phoebe asked, terrified.
"No," Prue snapped, "I've calmed her out of this more than once." Why wasn't she responding? This was too much for her, too much for all of them. "Piper, damnit, look at me," she screamed. Finally, Piper focused on her. Prue heaved a sigh of relief and began the counting. "Breathe in 1...2...3...4 and out 2....3....4," she urged. Piper tried to steady her breathing to Prue's pace. 1...2...3...4
Would her sisters want her dead? The thought echoed through Paige's head like a gunshot. Sure, they hadn't come after her when she stormed out, but that didn't mean they didn't care. 90,89,87... It didn't matter either way, did it? She had caused so much pain, so much grief. Even discounting the fact that Phoebe was dying, what good had she been to any of them? None, absolutely none. Steeling her resolve, she increased her speed. 90,95,97.... She needed to die, period.
Piper gradually, calmed down, only to be hit with another terrifying thought. What if all of this was her fault? What if some stupid decision of hers had caused every agonizing ounce of this hurt? She couldn't handle that, wouldn't handle that. So much had happened, it killed her to think that it was her fault. "Shit," Prue muttered as her sister began breathing harder.
"Prue, we should really call a nurse in her," Phoebe pressed. Prue glanced at her angrily.
"No," she reiterated firmly, "Piper, don't let go. Come on honey, we can get through this."
There it was. The perfect place for her death. All she had to do was swerve across the road and maintain this speed. She was going fast enough to ensure a quick, relatively painless death. A few more seconds...98,99...100. Wait. This couldn't be right. If she died, she had just abandoned them all. She couldn't live with that, couldn't leave THEM to live with that. 94,90,88... What had she been thinking?
"That's it, honey. Breathe slowly...come on, you're doing great," Prue encouraged, smiling her relief. Piper felt instant relief from the flames in her chest as she drug in long, shaky breaths. "See, Phoebe, I told you we could do this," Prue said, turning around to smile at her sister. Phoebe smiled back, weakly. That had scared her. Badly.
"Oh God," Paige whispered, bringing her car to a slow stop on the road's shoulder. Nausea swept through her, making her scramble out of the car. After a few moments, she opened the passenger side door and leaned across the seat, opening the dash box. Feeling around, she grabbed the cell phone. She needed to talk to Glenn...or someone, anyone for that matter. When she glanced at the phone, she realized there wasn't enough battery power to make a call. Tears slid down her cheeks in rivers. She had almost killed herself. She had almost rammed her car into a tree, and she couldn't even get a hold of someone afterwards. "Leo!," she screamed, her voice thick with emotion. The tears came faster, pouring down her cheeks. Where was he? "Leo!," she repeated tearfully, feeling herself coming apart.
AN: I'm sorry if this was a little confusing, I write what comes to me. I'm still hatin the chapters, but hey, y'all seem to enjoy them! :)