A/N: Sorry about that! Looks like it didn't update properly. Here is the new chapter.
A/N: Deary me Anon, I swear I'm starting to write this for you. As for Lycan Animal, I'm afraid I deleted it from fanfiction because I really despise having more than one story going on at once. I don't think I'll post it again, but I still have it all, up to chapter ten so if you're really interested I could send it to you or something. Whatever you want.
A/N: Heather, I love your reviews but what happened with your story? You evil person.
A/N: Snowbunny (I'm not even gonna try to remember what letters are caps), I convinced KT to let her reviews on your story be on behalf of me because my review system barely works but I wanna say here that I absolutely love The Power of Four. It's fantastic.
A/N: All else, thank you guys for the overly-kind reviews. You're too nice to me. Sorry I'm taking so long to update this of late, suffering writer's block and general crapness. As for that idea I had where I take 24 hours of the Halliwell's life, I abandoned it for something much better. See my profile. I think.
A/N: Swearing and crudities on Piper's part. She should watch that mouth of hers!
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Psychosis: Revelations
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How uncommon it is to find myself pondering life, the universe, and everything. It never happens. Except when I breathe, that's when it happens. Breathing. If I could just stop myself doing that then I wouldn't have to contend with all the musings of my little mind.
Sometimes I've tried. To stop breathing, that is. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to just hold your breath forever? It's impossibility. Even if I had the will to deprive myself to the point of unconsciousness, I'd just start again as soon as I was unaware of my actions! I just can't damn well win.
I hate thinking. It just fucking sucks. And it's all I do, all day, every day.
I want sex. Damn. Where the hell is Leo? I want him now. I want Cole. I want anybody with a dick. Damn. It's been so long. Even if I came on to Leo like there was no tomorrow he wouldn't touch me. I could put on my sexiest lingerie and offer to go down on him for three hours and he'd tell me no. Why? Is it because I'm crazy? Does that mean I don't want sex every now and then? Christ it's as if I've got leprosy or something! I'm some diseased rabbit waiting to be put down. Screw that. I'm calling for him.
My voice sounds demanding as I shout his name, and momentarily I wish I'd put a sexy spin on my tone so he'd know why I want him. Then again, that's probably reason enough for him to stay away. Bastard. Wonder where he's getting laid if it's not me.
How to describe my feelings when The Bastard orbs in with none other than my halfling sister Paige. She is clutching her arms around him and burying her face into his chest. That little slut is trying to steal my husband - again!
Immediately I'm on my feet, my hair bristling. Though wait - seeing Paige tear her face away and slowly make contact with my eyes, I see a different expression in her eyes from the calculating sneer I was expecting. Maybe he's raping her. Then it's all his fault.
"We Halliwells have to stick together," I tell them. Leo looks oh so very confused. I continue. "What the hell are you playing at?"
Seeing the death scowl on my face, Paige detaches herself and hastily wipes at her eyes. She's been crying, a lot from what I can tell, the skin around her eyes looking itchy and red. I know that feeling all too well. All too well do I know that feeling. I know that feeling all too well.
"Piper," Leo begins, his voice placid and unemotional. I wonder what he's feeling inside. Hard, I bet. "Don't you have anything you wanna say to Paige?"
So it is that miserable wretch who's coming on to Leo, not the other way around. Blood shoots through my veins, I can feel it slithering its way along, and momentarily I feel detached. Oh well. She's in for it this time. I can feel my hands clench into tight fists just by looking at her.
"Do it Piper, teach that bitch a lesson."
Pausing, I contemplate this then turn and look at the speaker. "You would say that. She replaced you," I tell her, feeling perfectly valid in my reasoning.
Prue stutters for a second before regaining her composure. I hit her close to home. Because what I said was true. All Paige is is a scrawny Prue wannabe. Prue runs her tongue over her teeth in thought. "And now she's going to replace you as the wife. She's gonna kill you Piper."
"No she won't. I'm all she has," I deny. Though what if Prue is right? It wouldn't be the first time she's tried to kill...
"No," Prue tells me firmly, like a mother to a child. As always I accept this tone. Prue lays down the law around here, and I obey. "Leo is all she has. They've fucked. Did you know that?"
Off-guard. A frown leaps onto my forehead and I immediately don't accept what's probably true. "They have not."
"I saw it with my very own eyes," she explains, then her voice takes on a sing-song tone. "He was making her ve-ry happy."
"It's not true. Leo loves me," I say.
"He used to," she replies, not even missing a beat.
"He still does!"
"Do you really believe that?"
I don't. Silently, I stare at my big sister and wait for her to tell me what to do.
* * *
Paige leapt into the shower and spun the handle; clean, heavy water immediately flowing from the shower head above her.
"Dirty," she whimpered to herself. "Dirty."
Soon her tears had merged with the water, and holding her shaking hands out, Paige quietly wailed to herself. "Get off, get off, get off!" she ordered the dirt, and as it followed her instruction, she watched as the blood splattered on her body was washed away, disappearing down the drain.
"So dirty," she told herself again, her voice fragile and weak. "Bad, bad, bad Paige."
As she scolded herself, she picked up the metal dish scourer she'd grabbed from the kitchen. Furiously, she began to viciously scrub at her skin, leaving bleeding scratches in the wake of the metal brush.
Soon the only blood she was covered in was her own, and even that trickled away, pooling around the drain and slowly falling through into the pipes, into forgetfulness.
She spent an extra long time scouring the flesh on her hands, for they were the most evil.
A/N: Deary me Anon, I swear I'm starting to write this for you. As for Lycan Animal, I'm afraid I deleted it from fanfiction because I really despise having more than one story going on at once. I don't think I'll post it again, but I still have it all, up to chapter ten so if you're really interested I could send it to you or something. Whatever you want.
A/N: Heather, I love your reviews but what happened with your story? You evil person.
A/N: Snowbunny (I'm not even gonna try to remember what letters are caps), I convinced KT to let her reviews on your story be on behalf of me because my review system barely works but I wanna say here that I absolutely love The Power of Four. It's fantastic.
A/N: All else, thank you guys for the overly-kind reviews. You're too nice to me. Sorry I'm taking so long to update this of late, suffering writer's block and general crapness. As for that idea I had where I take 24 hours of the Halliwell's life, I abandoned it for something much better. See my profile. I think.
A/N: Swearing and crudities on Piper's part. She should watch that mouth of hers!
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Psychosis: Revelations
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How uncommon it is to find myself pondering life, the universe, and everything. It never happens. Except when I breathe, that's when it happens. Breathing. If I could just stop myself doing that then I wouldn't have to contend with all the musings of my little mind.
Sometimes I've tried. To stop breathing, that is. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to just hold your breath forever? It's impossibility. Even if I had the will to deprive myself to the point of unconsciousness, I'd just start again as soon as I was unaware of my actions! I just can't damn well win.
I hate thinking. It just fucking sucks. And it's all I do, all day, every day.
I want sex. Damn. Where the hell is Leo? I want him now. I want Cole. I want anybody with a dick. Damn. It's been so long. Even if I came on to Leo like there was no tomorrow he wouldn't touch me. I could put on my sexiest lingerie and offer to go down on him for three hours and he'd tell me no. Why? Is it because I'm crazy? Does that mean I don't want sex every now and then? Christ it's as if I've got leprosy or something! I'm some diseased rabbit waiting to be put down. Screw that. I'm calling for him.
My voice sounds demanding as I shout his name, and momentarily I wish I'd put a sexy spin on my tone so he'd know why I want him. Then again, that's probably reason enough for him to stay away. Bastard. Wonder where he's getting laid if it's not me.
How to describe my feelings when The Bastard orbs in with none other than my halfling sister Paige. She is clutching her arms around him and burying her face into his chest. That little slut is trying to steal my husband - again!
Immediately I'm on my feet, my hair bristling. Though wait - seeing Paige tear her face away and slowly make contact with my eyes, I see a different expression in her eyes from the calculating sneer I was expecting. Maybe he's raping her. Then it's all his fault.
"We Halliwells have to stick together," I tell them. Leo looks oh so very confused. I continue. "What the hell are you playing at?"
Seeing the death scowl on my face, Paige detaches herself and hastily wipes at her eyes. She's been crying, a lot from what I can tell, the skin around her eyes looking itchy and red. I know that feeling all too well. All too well do I know that feeling. I know that feeling all too well.
"Piper," Leo begins, his voice placid and unemotional. I wonder what he's feeling inside. Hard, I bet. "Don't you have anything you wanna say to Paige?"
So it is that miserable wretch who's coming on to Leo, not the other way around. Blood shoots through my veins, I can feel it slithering its way along, and momentarily I feel detached. Oh well. She's in for it this time. I can feel my hands clench into tight fists just by looking at her.
"Do it Piper, teach that bitch a lesson."
Pausing, I contemplate this then turn and look at the speaker. "You would say that. She replaced you," I tell her, feeling perfectly valid in my reasoning.
Prue stutters for a second before regaining her composure. I hit her close to home. Because what I said was true. All Paige is is a scrawny Prue wannabe. Prue runs her tongue over her teeth in thought. "And now she's going to replace you as the wife. She's gonna kill you Piper."
"No she won't. I'm all she has," I deny. Though what if Prue is right? It wouldn't be the first time she's tried to kill...
"No," Prue tells me firmly, like a mother to a child. As always I accept this tone. Prue lays down the law around here, and I obey. "Leo is all she has. They've fucked. Did you know that?"
Off-guard. A frown leaps onto my forehead and I immediately don't accept what's probably true. "They have not."
"I saw it with my very own eyes," she explains, then her voice takes on a sing-song tone. "He was making her ve-ry happy."
"It's not true. Leo loves me," I say.
"He used to," she replies, not even missing a beat.
"He still does!"
"Do you really believe that?"
I don't. Silently, I stare at my big sister and wait for her to tell me what to do.
* * *
Paige leapt into the shower and spun the handle; clean, heavy water immediately flowing from the shower head above her.
"Dirty," she whimpered to herself. "Dirty."
Soon her tears had merged with the water, and holding her shaking hands out, Paige quietly wailed to herself. "Get off, get off, get off!" she ordered the dirt, and as it followed her instruction, she watched as the blood splattered on her body was washed away, disappearing down the drain.
"So dirty," she told herself again, her voice fragile and weak. "Bad, bad, bad Paige."
As she scolded herself, she picked up the metal dish scourer she'd grabbed from the kitchen. Furiously, she began to viciously scrub at her skin, leaving bleeding scratches in the wake of the metal brush.
Soon the only blood she was covered in was her own, and even that trickled away, pooling around the drain and slowly falling through into the pipes, into forgetfulness.
She spent an extra long time scouring the flesh on her hands, for they were the most evil.