Loser
Chapter 6 "A Different Side Of Prue"
A/N: Okay I have the rest of this story planned out in my mind and there will probably be 10 chapters total, so that's 4 more after this, unless I get more ideas. But anyway, I just though I'd let you know. And a huge mega thank you to everyone who has reviewed and continues to review because I have reached over 40 reviews, that's a lot, thanks guys (girls). And I know it's been a long time since I last updated so I hope this chapter was worth the wait.
wAnNaBpIpEr: So here it is, your usual spot, but you're going to lose it soon if you don't update My Little Secret. And yes, that is a bribe. Mwahahahahaha.
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A/N: And before you say anything wAnNaBpIpEr, you rock too, see? I didn't forget you. :-P On with the story:
I tossed and turned all night wondering what was wrong with Phoebe and why she wouldn't tell me. I heard Phoebe cry herself to sleep and it killed me that I couldn't help her, that she wouldn't let me. The next morning Phoebe was up before me and as I was walking to Prue's room to ask her if she was going to take me to school today, when I heard Phoebe and Prue talking. I felt guilty eavesdropping on them but I wanted to find out what was up with Phoebe and if she wouldn't tell me, then maybe she would tell Prue.
I pressed my ear against the door and I could just barely make out their voices. Phoebe was crying. "…And then these high school guys asked me if Piper Halliwell was my sister and when I said yes, they pushed me down and called me a loser too" I gasp and pressed my ear closer to the door. So now people were making fun of Phoebe too? And it's all because of me. "Well, why didn't you stand up to them, Pheebs?" Prue asked, sounding both understanding and annoyed at the same time. I guess she just doesn't understand what it's like to have everyone hate you. I can't believe that it's starting for Phoebe too. "I don't know" Phoebe whimpered "I guess I was just so surprised. I mean, no ones ever made fun of me before" I wiped the tears out of my eyes before they fell down my cheeks. Why wouldn't Phoebe just tell me? I could have helped her, or at least comforted her. Stuff like that happens to me everyday. Maybe she just thought it would hurt my feelings. Well, it does, a little, but it's not Phoebe's fault. No wonder she was so sad.
I was about to open the door to go in and talk to Phoebe when she spoke again, stopping me in my tracks. "I just don't want to be a loser like Piper" Phoebe said sadly. "You're not sweetie, you have friends" Prue told her. My eyes filled with more tears and I ran back to my room. I can't believe even my own sisters' think I'm a loser with no friends! I am, but still, how can my own family think that of me? And Bree is my friend, I guess.
Prue and Phoebe must have heard the door to my room slam because I few minutes later they barged in, not even knocking. "What's your problem?" Prue asked, sitting on my bed playing with my hair. My head was buried in my pillows so she and Phoebe couldn't see me cry. "Nothing" I answered, my voice muffled by pillows. "Then why are you crying?" Phoebe asked, wiping her own eyes. "Why do you even care?" I asked both of them, "Aren't I just a loser with no friends anyway?" Prue's and Phoebe's faces fell as they realized I must have overheard their conversation. "I didn't say that" Phoebe said quietly, and I could tell she was near tears again. Now I felt guilty for saying anything, she was dealing with so much already. "You were eavesdropping?" Prue asked, standing up and crossing her arms, looking very annoyed. "Yes" I admitted, "and now I know you hate me, just as much as everyone else does" I cried, turning my face to look at her, no longer caring if they saw me cry. "Piper…" Prue said, shaking her head. I could tell she was about to say something else, but instead she just left. Phoebe gave me a guilty look and whispered "sorry" before following Prue. It doesn't matter anyway. I hate them both, especially Prue. Prue has never been a loser; she has always had a perfect life. I never realized it until now, but I guess I have always hated her a little bit.
A half hour later, Prue walks in my room to tell me that she's leaving for school and I can get a ride if I want it; like I'd take one from her now. I'm not even going to go to day, I just can't handle it. I don't want to see anyone. Not even Phoebe who truly does seem sorry. I just want to be alone, like I was meant to be, what other reason would I have for barely having one friend?
I slept for the rest of the day and when I woke up it was dark outside, and it was already past dinner. No one even bothered to wake me up. When I sat up, I saw a lavender envelope sitting on the edge of my bed and my name is written on it in Prue's neat cursive. I wonder what it is. I picked up and opened it. There a two sheets of paper inside. I open up the first one and it says: Piper-please don't hate me, I never meant to turn into the person that I am, and I do love you, no matter how I act sometimes. I never thought I'd show you this, but I think you'll understand why I am now.-Prue. I stared at the note in confusion for a moment before turning to the other piece of paper and realized it was a page torn out of a diary, Prue's diary. It said:
Dear Diary,
I screwed up again with Piper; I don't know why I can't talk to her. She probably hates me now; I would if I was her. I was about to tell her everything, she was crying because she heard me call her a loser behind her back and I just wanted to hug her and tell her that I know how she feels, that I used to get made fun of too, but by high school I just turned so mean that no one would dare tease me and then somehow I just got popular. I didn't tell her how I used to cry myself to sleep because I thought everyone hated me and now I'm making her go through the same thing and it kills me inside but I just can't seen to stop. Or how I cry myself to sleep now because I can't believe I've turned into the same type of person who used to tease me and is teasing her now. And then it's starting with Phoebe. Why are us Halliwells such freaks? Oh well, it's not like I could tell anyone else this anyway. It's just what I have to deal with.
Love always,
Prue Halliwell.
I folded the papers neatly and put them back in the envelope. I am literally in shock. How can Prue be so like me and yet so different? I never knew that she got teased too, but it means everything to me that she'd show me her diary. I need to tell to her.
I walked out of my room and down the hall, knocking on Prue's door. She opened it immediately. "Hey" Prue said softly. "Hey" I replied walking in and sitting on her bed. "Why didn't you ever tell me any of this?" I ask suddenly. Prue shrugs "My former loserness isn't something I really like to advertise" she replied, sitting down next to me. "Yeah, but, Prue, you wouldn't you tell me?" I asked, suddenly a little angry that she'd kept it from me for so long. "Well, I just did, Piper." Prue said "I thought that would explain things, didn't it?" "I want to talk about it though, we have something in common. You should have told me sooner" I said, not understanding why she would share such a personal thing with me and then not want to talk about it after. "I don't want to talk about it" Prue replied and sighed "I shouldn't have told you. I knew you'd do this" Prue said, sounding irritated. Do what? I gave her a questioning look and Prue continued "I knew you'd want to talk about getting teased, and, I don't know, reminisce, or whatever. I don't. I just showed you that so we could understand each other better. Not talk" "Why not?" I asked, hurt. "Because!" Prue exploded and grabbed the diary pages out of my hand, tearing it into pieces that fell to the carpet. "Never mind, just go back to hating me" Prue said, turning her back to me.
I got up and silently walked out, it wasn't until she thought I left that she turned around to close her door, and there were tears running down her face. I was standing in the hall and I saw her cry. She cries silently too. I guess we're not so different, except she took getting teased a lot harder that I ever had and I can't help but wonder how long it will take before I'm as bitter as Prue is.
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