Disclaimer: OK, I'm over here, wondering what the point of this is but I figure...hey, its a traditions so here goes: I don't own Charmed. *Waits for the applause* Alright, so that wasn't real flashy and I didn't use big words, but the least you could do is pretend to be happy....
AN: Hey, people! Thanks for reading!
Starring Piper: Oooh, prepare for a shock. The gutter was littered with ideas and so...here's the next chapter. Don't be alarmed. I didn't pick up any Silly ones...and no, I didn't waste time watching all the boinging. Enjoy the chapter, twin!
Charmed Fanatic: thank you sooooo much. you are sooo nice. I feel special! :) I'll work extra hard on the story now. You're the best!
wAnNaBpIpEr: I'm soooo sorry it isn't working for you!!! thanks for still tryin though!!
Daisy: heya! welcome to the story and thanks for reviewing!
HalliwellGirls: Well, wAnNaBpIpEr is having trouble with chapter 4 too. If you don't get into it, I'll email it to you. if you'd like...
Kristen's Paige: Here is your honorary spot. I know you are out of town. But you get an AN anyway!!
Lara-Beth: NO!! you can't vanquish my twin!!! She's my muse, my best friend, my sister...arg. NO!! If you vanquish her, I'll never be able to update! You can however join our team, and help track down Writer's Block. He's an evil demon....He must be destroyed!
Piper lay in bed, relishing the relaxation. They had spent hours drilling each other, pounding spells and information into their heads until it gave them headaches. Now, instead of trying to straighten out her thoughts and get to sleep, she was thinking about Phoebe. And how much she missed her. It hurt her so much to think of what had happened to her. How the disease had crept up on her little sister and taken over in a few stealthy moves. She couldn't imagine the confusion, the fear, the doubts it had created. She didn't want to think of how much it had hurt Phoebe, hurt Paige, and Prue....and her. Thinking about it only increased the horrible ache until she was consumed with it. Still, she stayed awake, torturing herself with images of her sister, memories she'd kept locked away in the secret corners of her mind. Rolling over, she pressed her cheek against the cool sheets and wept. Why Phoebe? After so much sadness, so many tears, why did Phoebe have to leave them? It wasn't right, not after everything they had been through. She felt so empty inside. Like everything in her had died and been buried with her sister. It took everything she had not to jsut give up, let go and let herself die. She couldn't. Not without putting everything into getting her sister back. Not without being able to hold her in her arms, and tell her everything she should have told her to begin with.
"Phoebe...god I miss you," Piper whispered, fully aware that she sounded insane, "Why can't you come back to me? I need you, sis." She couldn't continue past the lump of emotion in her throat. She turned and pushed her face into her pillow, sobbing into it to quiet the sound. She didn't want to keep her sisters up.
What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she stop crying? Sighing, Paige rubbed her eyes, her hands coming away with salty teardrops. She'd been about to fall asleep and then...She started sobbing. The pain in her chest increased to an almost unbearable ache. She tried to push the emotion away, tried to keep herself from breaking into a million pieces, and found that she could do nothing but weep. It hurt so much. It wasn't supposed to be this painful! She could still come back. In her mind, Paige repeated that over and over again. Her heart told her a completely different story, and she couldn't hold back the waves of tears pouring down her cheeks. She felt herself falling, plunging into the deep abyss of depression. Then she heard it. The faint sound of crying down the hall. She wasn't the only one. That knowledge calmed her enough to yank her from the edge and place her into a safer amount of anguish. She wasn't alone. She would never be alone again. Throwing back the covers, she rolled out of bed and placed her feet softly on the carpet.
Piper listened to the quiet padding come closer to her door and tried her best to hide her crying. It wouldn't do her any good for her sisters to know she was a wreck. Focusing, she attempted to find out who was coming. The effort threw her off. Damn. She knew trying to force it hindered their connection!
"Piper," Paige whispered, cracking open the door. Piper beckoned her in. "You were crying. Are you OK?," Paige asked, tiptoeing through the room. Piper waited until she sat down, then grabbed her hand. She wanted to say yes, wanted to lie, but something about the tone Paige used had her pulling Paige in for a hug.
"No, sweetie, I'm not OK. But I'm better with you here," she answered, stroking Paige's hair. Her sister relaxed into her, and she felt warm tears soak into her shirt.
"Me too," Paige responded gently, tightening her grip on her older sister. "Why does it have to hurt so much?"
"I don't know," Piper answered, "I just don't know." She made Paige lay down, then curled up beside her, on arm wrapped around her, and the other stretched out to hold her hand.
Paige leaned into her, completely letting go of everything. It felt so good to have someone to cry to, to cry with. She remembered so many times when she had been by herself, wishing for this kind of closeness with somebody. How many times had she fallen asleep, praying she wouldn't have to wake up and face her life? Now, with three sisters, she never had to worry about facing things all on her own. Especially with Phoebe. Phoebe had been the closest to her, her best friend. Now she was gone. Dead, buried. Where Paige had wished to be so many times before meeting her, where she found herself wanting to be again. And Piper felt it.
"No," Piper said firmly, sitting up and dragging Paige with her, "Don't you think that. Do you hear me? EVER. This family needs you too much. Do you understand me? DO you?" Paige stared back at her, her eyes wide. Tears streamed unchecked down Piper's face. Paige reached up and brushed away a tear.
"No has ever needed me," she whispered. Gently, she curled herself against Piper and felt her older sister's arms go around her once more. 'This family needs you too much...needs you....' Paige heard it over and over again, and tried to comprehend it. Someone needed her...HER.
Piper rested her chin atop Paige's head and wondered why her sister had gone from hopeless and scared, to confused and...What was it? She searched her head for the right word and came up with nothing. All she knew was that something had shifted inside Paige. Something that undoubtedly would change things forever.
"I tried to kill myself a year before I met you," Paige said in a monotone. She hadn't planned on telling anyone. She felt Piper had the right to know. Somehow, she thought Piper would understand. At least, she hoped so... Piper jerked back, a look of shock etched into her features.
"What?," she asked, confused. Paige sighed, and averted her eyes.
"I...I didn't have any friends. Glenn was away on another of his trips. Had been for months. I was so lost, so alone. I hated it. One day, after trying to explain it over the phone to Glenn, and having it brushed aside as one of my "moods" I decided to end it all. I slashed my wrists, then panicked, called 911. I spent that whole year alternating between thinking I was fine, and being told different by three different psychiatrists." Paige finished the story, her eyes fixed on her hands. How would Piper react? Shaking, she waited for Piper to say something. Anything.
AN: Hey, people! Thanks for reading!
Starring Piper: Oooh, prepare for a shock. The gutter was littered with ideas and so...here's the next chapter. Don't be alarmed. I didn't pick up any Silly ones...and no, I didn't waste time watching all the boinging. Enjoy the chapter, twin!
Charmed Fanatic: thank you sooooo much. you are sooo nice. I feel special! :) I'll work extra hard on the story now. You're the best!
wAnNaBpIpEr: I'm soooo sorry it isn't working for you!!! thanks for still tryin though!!
Daisy: heya! welcome to the story and thanks for reviewing!
HalliwellGirls: Well, wAnNaBpIpEr is having trouble with chapter 4 too. If you don't get into it, I'll email it to you. if you'd like...
Kristen's Paige: Here is your honorary spot. I know you are out of town. But you get an AN anyway!!
Lara-Beth: NO!! you can't vanquish my twin!!! She's my muse, my best friend, my sister...arg. NO!! If you vanquish her, I'll never be able to update! You can however join our team, and help track down Writer's Block. He's an evil demon....He must be destroyed!
Piper lay in bed, relishing the relaxation. They had spent hours drilling each other, pounding spells and information into their heads until it gave them headaches. Now, instead of trying to straighten out her thoughts and get to sleep, she was thinking about Phoebe. And how much she missed her. It hurt her so much to think of what had happened to her. How the disease had crept up on her little sister and taken over in a few stealthy moves. She couldn't imagine the confusion, the fear, the doubts it had created. She didn't want to think of how much it had hurt Phoebe, hurt Paige, and Prue....and her. Thinking about it only increased the horrible ache until she was consumed with it. Still, she stayed awake, torturing herself with images of her sister, memories she'd kept locked away in the secret corners of her mind. Rolling over, she pressed her cheek against the cool sheets and wept. Why Phoebe? After so much sadness, so many tears, why did Phoebe have to leave them? It wasn't right, not after everything they had been through. She felt so empty inside. Like everything in her had died and been buried with her sister. It took everything she had not to jsut give up, let go and let herself die. She couldn't. Not without putting everything into getting her sister back. Not without being able to hold her in her arms, and tell her everything she should have told her to begin with.
"Phoebe...god I miss you," Piper whispered, fully aware that she sounded insane, "Why can't you come back to me? I need you, sis." She couldn't continue past the lump of emotion in her throat. She turned and pushed her face into her pillow, sobbing into it to quiet the sound. She didn't want to keep her sisters up.
What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she stop crying? Sighing, Paige rubbed her eyes, her hands coming away with salty teardrops. She'd been about to fall asleep and then...She started sobbing. The pain in her chest increased to an almost unbearable ache. She tried to push the emotion away, tried to keep herself from breaking into a million pieces, and found that she could do nothing but weep. It hurt so much. It wasn't supposed to be this painful! She could still come back. In her mind, Paige repeated that over and over again. Her heart told her a completely different story, and she couldn't hold back the waves of tears pouring down her cheeks. She felt herself falling, plunging into the deep abyss of depression. Then she heard it. The faint sound of crying down the hall. She wasn't the only one. That knowledge calmed her enough to yank her from the edge and place her into a safer amount of anguish. She wasn't alone. She would never be alone again. Throwing back the covers, she rolled out of bed and placed her feet softly on the carpet.
Piper listened to the quiet padding come closer to her door and tried her best to hide her crying. It wouldn't do her any good for her sisters to know she was a wreck. Focusing, she attempted to find out who was coming. The effort threw her off. Damn. She knew trying to force it hindered their connection!
"Piper," Paige whispered, cracking open the door. Piper beckoned her in. "You were crying. Are you OK?," Paige asked, tiptoeing through the room. Piper waited until she sat down, then grabbed her hand. She wanted to say yes, wanted to lie, but something about the tone Paige used had her pulling Paige in for a hug.
"No, sweetie, I'm not OK. But I'm better with you here," she answered, stroking Paige's hair. Her sister relaxed into her, and she felt warm tears soak into her shirt.
"Me too," Paige responded gently, tightening her grip on her older sister. "Why does it have to hurt so much?"
"I don't know," Piper answered, "I just don't know." She made Paige lay down, then curled up beside her, on arm wrapped around her, and the other stretched out to hold her hand.
Paige leaned into her, completely letting go of everything. It felt so good to have someone to cry to, to cry with. She remembered so many times when she had been by herself, wishing for this kind of closeness with somebody. How many times had she fallen asleep, praying she wouldn't have to wake up and face her life? Now, with three sisters, she never had to worry about facing things all on her own. Especially with Phoebe. Phoebe had been the closest to her, her best friend. Now she was gone. Dead, buried. Where Paige had wished to be so many times before meeting her, where she found herself wanting to be again. And Piper felt it.
"No," Piper said firmly, sitting up and dragging Paige with her, "Don't you think that. Do you hear me? EVER. This family needs you too much. Do you understand me? DO you?" Paige stared back at her, her eyes wide. Tears streamed unchecked down Piper's face. Paige reached up and brushed away a tear.
"No has ever needed me," she whispered. Gently, she curled herself against Piper and felt her older sister's arms go around her once more. 'This family needs you too much...needs you....' Paige heard it over and over again, and tried to comprehend it. Someone needed her...HER.
Piper rested her chin atop Paige's head and wondered why her sister had gone from hopeless and scared, to confused and...What was it? She searched her head for the right word and came up with nothing. All she knew was that something had shifted inside Paige. Something that undoubtedly would change things forever.
"I tried to kill myself a year before I met you," Paige said in a monotone. She hadn't planned on telling anyone. She felt Piper had the right to know. Somehow, she thought Piper would understand. At least, she hoped so... Piper jerked back, a look of shock etched into her features.
"What?," she asked, confused. Paige sighed, and averted her eyes.
"I...I didn't have any friends. Glenn was away on another of his trips. Had been for months. I was so lost, so alone. I hated it. One day, after trying to explain it over the phone to Glenn, and having it brushed aside as one of my "moods" I decided to end it all. I slashed my wrists, then panicked, called 911. I spent that whole year alternating between thinking I was fine, and being told different by three different psychiatrists." Paige finished the story, her eyes fixed on her hands. How would Piper react? Shaking, she waited for Piper to say something. Anything.