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some people won't be able to read and review, but I don't mind, I can wait.
During Christmas I might not be able to update very often, depends what I'm
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has reviewed so far, it means a lot to me. I might start a new fic soon, so
updated this might become slow, we will have to see :) Hope you like this
part, sorry if it's a bit short.
*-*-*-*-*-*-* Prue had fallen asleep with Andy's arms around her. She had her head rested on his shoulder and he was watching TV. He had been so understanding that Prue couldn't have asked for a better person to talk to and receive comfort from.
Prue opened her eyes and yawned. "Did I fall asleep?"
"Yeah, and for a couple of hours too."
"What time is it?"
"Nearly 12."
"12? My dad is going to." Then she remembered what had happened.
Andy looked at her sympathetically. "Do you want me to walk you home?"
"Where should I go? To my house, or.to the Halliwell's?"
Prue had chosen to go back to her own house. She couldn't just go back to the manor, and she really didn't want to. Andy and Prue stood in front of the door to the house.
"Thanks for bringing me home," Prue said getting out her door key and unlocking the front door.
"Are you going to be alright on your own?"
"Yeah, it's not like it's the first time I've been alone before."
"What are you going to do tomorrow? About school and this house and everything?"
"I don't know."
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said giving her a hug.
"Ok."
After Andy had gone the house felt empty. Even though it wasn't. She was the only person in the house. She stood in the hallway expecting to see her dad coming from the living room about to tell her off for coming home late. But he didn't.
Everything was quiet and still. The lights were still on from when her family had been here before they had come to the manor and..died.
Prue felt her throat get tighter and her eyes began to get watery. She wasn't one to cry but now that she was alone, in her house, it was harder to keep inside.
She wouldn't be able to live here any longer. Everything would have to be sold. The house, her families stuff, her parents cars. Everything. She had grown up in this house. she learned how to talk and took her first steps here. She remembered when James had been born, then Danny. When Prue was 12 Sarah had been born. And now all of that was gone. Gone in a second to never come back.
She briefly felt anger when she remembered that her family had wanted her on the side of evil. She didn't want to be some sort of criminal or hurt anybody. But if she had said yes then she would be with her family.
Prue tired to remember what had made her say no. Obviously it had sounded like the wrong thing to do. She didn't need to say no just because of the Halliwell's. But something had pushed her to not go to evil. But what?
Everything was so confusing. What was the point of living through this? It seemed like the only good thing left was Andy. She had lost all of her family, she had Piper's family telling her that she was one of them and her emotions were so mixed up.
There wasn't really anything worth holding on to. As much as she loved Andy she didn't want to live through hell just for him.
Then an idea popped into her head.
She went into the kitchen. She knew exactly were to find it. She had never thought that she would be someone to do this, that only insane and mad people did what she was planning to do. Now she realized why. It was a way out.
Tears fell freely from her eyes. She now made no attempt to hold them back. Opening the drawer she pulled out a sharp knife. One that she hoped would be enough to end her life for her. She grasped it in her hand, thinking.
So much had happened I one day. From living a life that she had been so happy living, it had turned to her wanting it to end. Some people might say that being only sixteen she had no right to decide if she was going to end her life or not. But did anyone have a right to decide? Or does everyone have a right to decide it for themselves?
Prue sat on the floor, her back against the cupboard the knife still in her hand. She stared into it, almost amazed by it. It was so shiny and silver. Yet it would soon be covered in a dark red color dripping with her blood. It made her feel sick thinking about it now.
Someone would come into the house looking for her, and then they would see her dead body lying there, a pool of blood with the knife lying close by. Perhaps it would be one of the Halliwell's. Then they would see what they had done to her. But what if it was Andy? She wouldn't want him to see her like that, he didn't deserve it. Could she go through with it?
Andy would be hysterical if he found Prue dead; he might blame himself for it. Prue didn't want that, it wasn't his fault; she just didn't know how she was supposed to react and live with what her life was to become.
Ending it now would save her of all the difficulties that she would face and the pain. She would experience what life was after death, if there ever was such a thing.
Prue couldn't believe that she was actually planning to do this. She was Prue, the popular girl at school; people didn't think she had problems to deal with. Her life was prefect, she had a boyfriend, people thought she was beautiful and she was admired. How could that not be a perfect life? Well this was one big problem that Prue was going to have to face if she didn't save herself from the suffering before she even had to get a taste of it.
But how did she really know what life with the Halliwell's would be like? Maybe they would help her through this hard time for her and welcome her into the family.
Prue dropped the knife, ashamed to hold it for any longer. She brought her knees up resting her head on them, now crying.
Did she really have 3 other sisters? Piper was in the same year at school, how could she not find out that she was her twin?
That night Prue cried herself to sleep. The effects of sleeping on the cold hard kitchen floor felt like nothing compared to the pain in her heart the next morning. How was she going to face going to school? She got ready for school anyway.
Looking at a nearby clock it was only 7am. She had plan. She couldn't live here anyway and she might as well see what the Halliwell's need to say to her. Checking that she didn't look to bad, she pulled on her coat and went out the front door.
*-*-*-*-*-*-* Prue had fallen asleep with Andy's arms around her. She had her head rested on his shoulder and he was watching TV. He had been so understanding that Prue couldn't have asked for a better person to talk to and receive comfort from.
Prue opened her eyes and yawned. "Did I fall asleep?"
"Yeah, and for a couple of hours too."
"What time is it?"
"Nearly 12."
"12? My dad is going to." Then she remembered what had happened.
Andy looked at her sympathetically. "Do you want me to walk you home?"
"Where should I go? To my house, or.to the Halliwell's?"
Prue had chosen to go back to her own house. She couldn't just go back to the manor, and she really didn't want to. Andy and Prue stood in front of the door to the house.
"Thanks for bringing me home," Prue said getting out her door key and unlocking the front door.
"Are you going to be alright on your own?"
"Yeah, it's not like it's the first time I've been alone before."
"What are you going to do tomorrow? About school and this house and everything?"
"I don't know."
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said giving her a hug.
"Ok."
After Andy had gone the house felt empty. Even though it wasn't. She was the only person in the house. She stood in the hallway expecting to see her dad coming from the living room about to tell her off for coming home late. But he didn't.
Everything was quiet and still. The lights were still on from when her family had been here before they had come to the manor and..died.
Prue felt her throat get tighter and her eyes began to get watery. She wasn't one to cry but now that she was alone, in her house, it was harder to keep inside.
She wouldn't be able to live here any longer. Everything would have to be sold. The house, her families stuff, her parents cars. Everything. She had grown up in this house. she learned how to talk and took her first steps here. She remembered when James had been born, then Danny. When Prue was 12 Sarah had been born. And now all of that was gone. Gone in a second to never come back.
She briefly felt anger when she remembered that her family had wanted her on the side of evil. She didn't want to be some sort of criminal or hurt anybody. But if she had said yes then she would be with her family.
Prue tired to remember what had made her say no. Obviously it had sounded like the wrong thing to do. She didn't need to say no just because of the Halliwell's. But something had pushed her to not go to evil. But what?
Everything was so confusing. What was the point of living through this? It seemed like the only good thing left was Andy. She had lost all of her family, she had Piper's family telling her that she was one of them and her emotions were so mixed up.
There wasn't really anything worth holding on to. As much as she loved Andy she didn't want to live through hell just for him.
Then an idea popped into her head.
She went into the kitchen. She knew exactly were to find it. She had never thought that she would be someone to do this, that only insane and mad people did what she was planning to do. Now she realized why. It was a way out.
Tears fell freely from her eyes. She now made no attempt to hold them back. Opening the drawer she pulled out a sharp knife. One that she hoped would be enough to end her life for her. She grasped it in her hand, thinking.
So much had happened I one day. From living a life that she had been so happy living, it had turned to her wanting it to end. Some people might say that being only sixteen she had no right to decide if she was going to end her life or not. But did anyone have a right to decide? Or does everyone have a right to decide it for themselves?
Prue sat on the floor, her back against the cupboard the knife still in her hand. She stared into it, almost amazed by it. It was so shiny and silver. Yet it would soon be covered in a dark red color dripping with her blood. It made her feel sick thinking about it now.
Someone would come into the house looking for her, and then they would see her dead body lying there, a pool of blood with the knife lying close by. Perhaps it would be one of the Halliwell's. Then they would see what they had done to her. But what if it was Andy? She wouldn't want him to see her like that, he didn't deserve it. Could she go through with it?
Andy would be hysterical if he found Prue dead; he might blame himself for it. Prue didn't want that, it wasn't his fault; she just didn't know how she was supposed to react and live with what her life was to become.
Ending it now would save her of all the difficulties that she would face and the pain. She would experience what life was after death, if there ever was such a thing.
Prue couldn't believe that she was actually planning to do this. She was Prue, the popular girl at school; people didn't think she had problems to deal with. Her life was prefect, she had a boyfriend, people thought she was beautiful and she was admired. How could that not be a perfect life? Well this was one big problem that Prue was going to have to face if she didn't save herself from the suffering before she even had to get a taste of it.
But how did she really know what life with the Halliwell's would be like? Maybe they would help her through this hard time for her and welcome her into the family.
Prue dropped the knife, ashamed to hold it for any longer. She brought her knees up resting her head on them, now crying.
Did she really have 3 other sisters? Piper was in the same year at school, how could she not find out that she was her twin?
That night Prue cried herself to sleep. The effects of sleeping on the cold hard kitchen floor felt like nothing compared to the pain in her heart the next morning. How was she going to face going to school? She got ready for school anyway.
Looking at a nearby clock it was only 7am. She had plan. She couldn't live here anyway and she might as well see what the Halliwell's need to say to her. Checking that she didn't look to bad, she pulled on her coat and went out the front door.