A.N. Hey everyone. Thanks for the great reviews on Phoebe's chapter. So far I can tell most of you want to see a lot of Piper and don't worry you will. As for Prue and Phoebe, Prue is difficult to write for me and Phoebe, well I have no interest in her in the show but I'm putting a lot of effort into her chapters as they come out.

Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Spelling and Co. Anyone you don't recognize belongs to me.

Chapter 5

Piper's Solution

I decided to improve my look. Nothing unusual. At that time I didn't succeed in doing what I set out to do. What happened after I gave up? It was the one thing that led me to my downhill. My living nightmare. Care to join?

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I ran up the stairs and decided that if I changed my look everything would be perfect. Once I got upstairs I wanted to experiment with makeup. The most I'd ever worn was chap stick. Phoebe had a ton of different kinds of make-up. She said every outfit needs different make-up. You know how people obsess over shoes or hats. Well she obsesses over make-up. I pulled out her two drawers of cosmetics and poured them out on the cleared off dresser top. She saw eye shadow, eye liner, lip liner, lipstick, foundation, powder, lip gloss, mascara, blush, small brushes, and etc. I looked down and was so confused. I thought that I should start with foundation since you know the word foundation and all. I emptied a big glup of it on my hand. It smelled kind of funny but hey if it makes Phoebe look good then... I took two fingers and started smearing the make-up on my face. I never seen Phoebe put on this stuff before and I doubt she used it often because the bottle looked like it was rarely opened.

I experimented but I couldn't get the hang of it.

"Ugh. I don't care anymore." I slammed my hand down hard and one of the drawers popped open. I didn't know they even had a drawers there. It didn't even have a handle. I took it out and found prescription bottles. It read, Phoebe Halliwell. They looked completely full. I then remembered. Phoebe used to tell me she had a trick to where she didn't take her pills but she never told me what. I guess she would just hide the bottles when Grams left the room. I looked through them. One in particular caught my eye. It was a tranquilizer. I think the doctor gave these to Phoebe when she was feeling anxious and paranoid. Saying something was after her and that some guy named Cole was going to save her and almost got hit by a car trying to prove her prince was going to come to her rescue but some fortunately Prue ran and pushed her out the way. The doctors wanted her to take tranquilizers. Grams told Phoebe to take them only if she wanted to. Apparently she never took any but she never talked about it after that.

Hmm. Maybe these will help me feel better.

Take one or two if it's an emergency. I decided to take only one since I didn't think this wasn't really an emergency.

"Whoa. Cool."

I can't describe what it felt like. I felt good, peaceful. All of a sudden all the negative things I felt about myself seemed so...silly. I mean it was like nothing else mattered.

I walked out into the hall and saw Prue adn Andy running out the door. When I should have been feeling jealous or self pity I felt happy for Prue but most of all, I didn't really care. Nothing mattered. Plain and simple. I walked into the kitchen and looked through the fridge.

"Hmm. Nothing good to eat."

I wasn't really hungry anyways. I walked upstairs, yawning halfway up.

"Probably should just go to bed."

I walked up to my bedroom as the tranquilizers were still in effect I got into bed and before I knew it I was in dream world.

"Wow." I looked around everyone wasn't looking at me weird or in disgust. I looked in the window and saw the regular me. Glasses, acne, braces. Then I see myself being transform. All of a sudden my glasses are gone, my face is cleared up, my teeth are perfect. I was wearing nice clothes that actually looked nice on me and my makeup and hair was perfect. Then I noticed everyone was staring. I turned to face them. It was worse then usual. Their faces were contorted and sneering.

"Hey, look everyone. Piper actually looks normal. What a wanna be."

"What?" I was taken aback by her words. "I look just like everyone else."

A guy stepped up towards me. "No matter what you look like, you're still a freak."

I looked in the back and saw Prue and Phoebe.

"Prue. Phoebe. You aren't going to just stand there and let them say this?"

Everyone looked at them.

"Uhh, sorry Piper."

"Are we related?"

Three simple words from each felt like they had placed the world on my shoulders and it crushed me. Everyone started in on me and I watched them call me names as I covered my ears, sinking to the floor but it wasn't enough to drown them out.

"Poser!" "Bitch!" "Little WannaBe Pretty in Pink!" "Loser!" "Freak!"

Tears streaked down my face. It wasn't from all the name calling. It was because my own sisters. My own flesh and blood stood in the back watching. Not bothering to do anything. Turning their backs on me.

I woke up with tears streaking down my face. I just lied there and kept crying until I realized I was jus dreaming it wasn't real. I pushed myself out of bed and looked around. The sun was shining through the window and Phoebe was sleeping in her bed on the other side of the room.

I looked around and something on the floor caught my eye. It was some kind of cloth with brown goop covering it. I got out of bed and walked over to it. When I saw it my face felt like it was on fire.

Oh my god. My shirt.

I looked over at Phoebe who was sleeping peacefully. I wanted to feel angry but I couldn't. I couldn't feel anything towards this. It was the last straw. I looked at the shirt. The goop or whatever it was looked like mud or poo.

Well shit should be with shit.

I threw the shirt in Phoebe's face, waking her up.

"How could you?!?"

I watched her yank the shirt off her face, looking at it then me with a very guilty expression.

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Oh yeah. She was going to get it. What? I know it's just the shirt but, hello! It's the principle of the matter. I told her not to get it ruined but no. She did it anyway. Well what I was about to do to myself was so horrible it almost cost me my life. But everything happens for a reason. I wonder what was mine.

TBC...So what did everyone think. I know this wasn't the best written chapter but I was rushing to update sooner than I did before. Feedback would help me update quicker and improve this story. Also I didn't know if I should have started the drugs with Piper but I didn't want to do cutting because everyone is doing it and I didn't want this to be like everything else. This is only the beginning for Piper. Prue might take a while. A week at the most because I'm still developing her character but I have half of her next chapter already written I just have to make a few adjustments and I'll post it soon. Please review.