Phoebe's thoughts
Author's note: Hey, what do you know (Again) I decided to update for the third time today. I'm trying to get to the good part already so.hope you also like this chapter. PEASE REVIEW!
NEXT MORNING.
Phoebe lay on her bed; all the sheets covering her. The sunshine coming though the window stroke right on her faces, making her wake up from her wonderful dream.
The nightmares had stopped ever since she started taking Piper's old pills and she had no intent on stopping.
It had been a while since Phoebe had felt so alive, so wild. When she took them she didn't feel depressed at all, she felt the absolutely apposed. The only bad parts were the minutes after the effects on her had gone. She started feeling nauseas, dizzy, tremendously hungry and totally paranoid and nervous.
She was becoming so dependant on the pills that her body actually started shacking uncontrollably if she didn't take them.
She remembered seeing a couple of mysterious guys outside P3 two weeks ago, they were drug dealers. She then started wondering about it. 'Could they make me feel better than my pills? How much do they cost? Maybe I should try them one of this days' she thought.
She had heard, ever since she was in high school, that when you got high the feeling was so good that you felt like if you were in a totally different world, like all of you problems didn't exist. That's exactly what she needed, to make her problems disappear. Of course she had also heard the terrible consequences of doing drugs but she knew that no pain could be bigger than what she was feeling now.
She decided to stay in bed for a couple of hours before going downstairs with her sisters. She was supposed to have "the talk" with her sisters today and it was freaking her out.
'If I could only take back what I said the night before' Phoebe wished. But it was useless; She had told them she would tell them today and she knew her sisters weren't about to give up 'till she did.
She thought that telling her sisters was worse. 'After all, I would only be adding more pain to them' she thought. She hated to see her sisters in pain about something, especially when it was for her.
Phoebe got up from her bed with the final thought of talking to them and finally sort things out before everything got worse.' As if they could be.' Phoebe thought.
Of course the second thought in Phoebe's head was: 'Where are my pills?' She went to take a shower and take her pills so she could go to her sisters looking happy and not depressed like she did yesterday.
After taking a couple of them, she got showered as she planned and put on her casual "Saturday clothes".
The pills practically forced her to smiles, but she made her biggest effort to hide her smile before her sisters noticed that something was different.
She may be ready to talk to them about the rape, but the pills were out of limits. That was HER little secret, her "safe heaven". She knew that if she told them they would take them away from her and she was sure that she would not be able to cope with her pain without them. She wasn't ready to give them up yet.
All dressed up she made her way downstairs to the kitchen where her sisters were waiting for her to eat breakfast and then TALK.
Author's note: Hey, what do you know (Again) I decided to update for the third time today. I'm trying to get to the good part already so.hope you also like this chapter. PEASE REVIEW!
NEXT MORNING.
Phoebe lay on her bed; all the sheets covering her. The sunshine coming though the window stroke right on her faces, making her wake up from her wonderful dream.
The nightmares had stopped ever since she started taking Piper's old pills and she had no intent on stopping.
It had been a while since Phoebe had felt so alive, so wild. When she took them she didn't feel depressed at all, she felt the absolutely apposed. The only bad parts were the minutes after the effects on her had gone. She started feeling nauseas, dizzy, tremendously hungry and totally paranoid and nervous.
She was becoming so dependant on the pills that her body actually started shacking uncontrollably if she didn't take them.
She remembered seeing a couple of mysterious guys outside P3 two weeks ago, they were drug dealers. She then started wondering about it. 'Could they make me feel better than my pills? How much do they cost? Maybe I should try them one of this days' she thought.
She had heard, ever since she was in high school, that when you got high the feeling was so good that you felt like if you were in a totally different world, like all of you problems didn't exist. That's exactly what she needed, to make her problems disappear. Of course she had also heard the terrible consequences of doing drugs but she knew that no pain could be bigger than what she was feeling now.
She decided to stay in bed for a couple of hours before going downstairs with her sisters. She was supposed to have "the talk" with her sisters today and it was freaking her out.
'If I could only take back what I said the night before' Phoebe wished. But it was useless; She had told them she would tell them today and she knew her sisters weren't about to give up 'till she did.
She thought that telling her sisters was worse. 'After all, I would only be adding more pain to them' she thought. She hated to see her sisters in pain about something, especially when it was for her.
Phoebe got up from her bed with the final thought of talking to them and finally sort things out before everything got worse.' As if they could be.' Phoebe thought.
Of course the second thought in Phoebe's head was: 'Where are my pills?' She went to take a shower and take her pills so she could go to her sisters looking happy and not depressed like she did yesterday.
After taking a couple of them, she got showered as she planned and put on her casual "Saturday clothes".
The pills practically forced her to smiles, but she made her biggest effort to hide her smile before her sisters noticed that something was different.
She may be ready to talk to them about the rape, but the pills were out of limits. That was HER little secret, her "safe heaven". She knew that if she told them they would take them away from her and she was sure that she would not be able to cope with her pain without them. She wasn't ready to give them up yet.
All dressed up she made her way downstairs to the kitchen where her sisters were waiting for her to eat breakfast and then TALK.