"Alternate Reality"
By Charlotte Parker
Upstairs in the Halliwell manor, things were very noisy. In Paris' room, her wardrobe was bashing against the wall, and her bed was going up and down, slamming on the floor and shaking the floor making a lot of noise downstairs. Downstairs, Prue was making coffee, drumming her fingers on the table, looking up at the ceiling, tears in her eyes. Blinking them back, Prue took a mug out of the cupboard above her, with perfectly manicured nails. Her hands were shaking as she set the mug down on the side and poured the coffee. Piper cast a worrying glance at Paris' room door, and paused outside for a moment. She knocked gently, and pushed the door slightly. It gave way a little. She was relieved that Paris was no longer holding the door shut with her telekentic power, inherited from her mother. Inside the room, sat on her bed was Paris, aged 12 years old. Paris was perched on the edge of the bed, sobbing, clutching the end of her mattress, her knuckles white from the pressure. She was torn between total breakdown and pure rage. Piper stood just inside the door, noting to herself just how much Paris looked like her mother - except for the bright green eyes. They were from Andy. Paris' face was set in a frown, her eyes burning with grief and rage, never taking her eyes away from the huge wardrobe that she was lifting far too easily. Maybe the grief and rage makes her stronger, Piper thought. Have to check on that. "Honey..." Piper said. "How are you feeling?". Turning her head, and throwing the chest of drawers on the floor as she did, said to Piper "How do you think? I find out who my father is and then I watch him get murdered.". Piper, almost in tears herself, whispers softly to her, "Paris, you cant stay like this." "Get out," was Paris' reply, and as soon as she uttered the words, Piper was flung out of the room, the door slamming shut behind her. Phoebe walked through the front door as Piper walked down the stairs. "How is she?" Phoebe asked, full of concern for her niece. "Not much better," Piper frowned, "But her power is stronger - and I thought it was supposed to weaken when we are emotionally all over the place?" Phoebe considred it for a moment. "Hm. Maybe its not stronger, maybe she just cant control it. Its through her eyes, so...Im not sure." Piper nodded. "Hows Prue holding up?" "The same. You know Prue." Piper put her arm around Phoebe and walked into the lounge.
Later that day, Paris came downstairs, dressed in a long t-shirt, her long dark brown close to black hair tied back in a loose ponytail, and the red circles that surrounded her bright green eyes only made them seem even more brighter. She may look like a 12 year old, but her eyes make her seem older. They look hollow, yet at the same time filled with grief and etched with rage. She sat down on the sofa, her powers seeming to be under control or just not working because she is so emotionally exhausted. Piper and Phoebe were out, and the only person in the house was Prue, who was upstairs taking a bath. As Paris turned the TV on, who should see but a news report on Andy. Throwing the remote control across the room, smashing it to pieces, and fighting back the tears, she hears a knock on the door. Getting up slowly, being careful, but then remembers demons dont usually knock, Paris opens the door and sees Darryl.
Upstairs in the Halliwell manor, things were very noisy. In Paris' room, her wardrobe was bashing against the wall, and her bed was going up and down, slamming on the floor and shaking the floor making a lot of noise downstairs. Downstairs, Prue was making coffee, drumming her fingers on the table, looking up at the ceiling, tears in her eyes. Blinking them back, Prue took a mug out of the cupboard above her, with perfectly manicured nails. Her hands were shaking as she set the mug down on the side and poured the coffee. Piper cast a worrying glance at Paris' room door, and paused outside for a moment. She knocked gently, and pushed the door slightly. It gave way a little. She was relieved that Paris was no longer holding the door shut with her telekentic power, inherited from her mother. Inside the room, sat on her bed was Paris, aged 12 years old. Paris was perched on the edge of the bed, sobbing, clutching the end of her mattress, her knuckles white from the pressure. She was torn between total breakdown and pure rage. Piper stood just inside the door, noting to herself just how much Paris looked like her mother - except for the bright green eyes. They were from Andy. Paris' face was set in a frown, her eyes burning with grief and rage, never taking her eyes away from the huge wardrobe that she was lifting far too easily. Maybe the grief and rage makes her stronger, Piper thought. Have to check on that. "Honey..." Piper said. "How are you feeling?". Turning her head, and throwing the chest of drawers on the floor as she did, said to Piper "How do you think? I find out who my father is and then I watch him get murdered.". Piper, almost in tears herself, whispers softly to her, "Paris, you cant stay like this." "Get out," was Paris' reply, and as soon as she uttered the words, Piper was flung out of the room, the door slamming shut behind her. Phoebe walked through the front door as Piper walked down the stairs. "How is she?" Phoebe asked, full of concern for her niece. "Not much better," Piper frowned, "But her power is stronger - and I thought it was supposed to weaken when we are emotionally all over the place?" Phoebe considred it for a moment. "Hm. Maybe its not stronger, maybe she just cant control it. Its through her eyes, so...Im not sure." Piper nodded. "Hows Prue holding up?" "The same. You know Prue." Piper put her arm around Phoebe and walked into the lounge.
Later that day, Paris came downstairs, dressed in a long t-shirt, her long dark brown close to black hair tied back in a loose ponytail, and the red circles that surrounded her bright green eyes only made them seem even more brighter. She may look like a 12 year old, but her eyes make her seem older. They look hollow, yet at the same time filled with grief and etched with rage. She sat down on the sofa, her powers seeming to be under control or just not working because she is so emotionally exhausted. Piper and Phoebe were out, and the only person in the house was Prue, who was upstairs taking a bath. As Paris turned the TV on, who should see but a news report on Andy. Throwing the remote control across the room, smashing it to pieces, and fighting back the tears, she hears a knock on the door. Getting up slowly, being careful, but then remembers demons dont usually knock, Paris opens the door and sees Darryl.