This is my first Charmed fanfic. So, if it sucks, just be patient. I'll get
better....... Read & Review..............
Take your time, the demon thought, I'll be waiting.
A young woman sat cross-legged, head buried in her face, rocking back and forth. The only sound in the room was the sound of stifled sobs. She didn't know what to do. She literally saw herself at the bottom of a deep, dark, damp hole with no light anywhere in sight, and no chance of getting out. It was hopeless. Her doctors had warned her about this. They had known about her condition, tried to stop it, but it had happened; it had been inevitable. She guessed depression was just one of those things too wide to go around and too high to jump across. Instead, it just swallowed you whole when everything started to go your way; and it was just kind of weird; maybe she was going mad, but she felt as if someone- or something was guiding her farther along. So far, that she wasn't quite sure she could fight it any longer.
Just keep on, you're almost there.
Almost where?
Don't worry, I won't lead you astray.
Who are you?
Shush... You're almost there.
Phoebe Halliwell sat in the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil. "Achooo!" She felt terrible. She had been sick all night, and didn't know what had caused it. Her hair was matted with sweat; she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep all night. "Achooo!" With all of this sneezing, she was amazed everyone was still asleep. "Phoebe, you don't look so good." The middle sister turned around, startled, to see Chris standing in the doorway. "Is it normal for you to be walking around the house in the middle of the night? What are you doing?" "Well, I was in the attic, but I heard coughing and sneezing, and decided to see what was up." Phoebe gave him a questioning look. "In the attic. In the middle of the night? And you heard me?" "Sure did. I'm surprised no one else heard you." As if on cue, A voice rang into the kitchen, once again startling Phoebe. It was her older sister, Piper. "Are you all right, Phoebe? You're looking terrible. Anything I can do to help?" Chris replied before Phoebe had a chance. "Did she wake you up?" Piper just nodded her head. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's up. I woke up an hour after I fell asleep sick as a dog. Don't know what caused it, but I can't sleep. I imagine almost everyone's awake." "Well, Paige is probably sound asleep, she'll sleep through an earthquake." Noticing her water was boiling, Phoebe got up and began to make herself some tea.
She didn't know what to do. She wanted to stop being such nice person, just let go of all of this. It had been years now, years. She just couldn't take it anymore. She had to get out of here.
You can do it.
Do what?
Let go.
But, I can't.
Why not, it's o.k, you can do it.
It was right, she had to let go. She was going crazy by containing herself. Well, what if she was crazy. Who cared? She was ready, she was defineately ready.
Take your time, the demon thought, I'll be waiting.
A young woman sat cross-legged, head buried in her face, rocking back and forth. The only sound in the room was the sound of stifled sobs. She didn't know what to do. She literally saw herself at the bottom of a deep, dark, damp hole with no light anywhere in sight, and no chance of getting out. It was hopeless. Her doctors had warned her about this. They had known about her condition, tried to stop it, but it had happened; it had been inevitable. She guessed depression was just one of those things too wide to go around and too high to jump across. Instead, it just swallowed you whole when everything started to go your way; and it was just kind of weird; maybe she was going mad, but she felt as if someone- or something was guiding her farther along. So far, that she wasn't quite sure she could fight it any longer.
Just keep on, you're almost there.
Almost where?
Don't worry, I won't lead you astray.
Who are you?
Shush... You're almost there.
Phoebe Halliwell sat in the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil. "Achooo!" She felt terrible. She had been sick all night, and didn't know what had caused it. Her hair was matted with sweat; she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep all night. "Achooo!" With all of this sneezing, she was amazed everyone was still asleep. "Phoebe, you don't look so good." The middle sister turned around, startled, to see Chris standing in the doorway. "Is it normal for you to be walking around the house in the middle of the night? What are you doing?" "Well, I was in the attic, but I heard coughing and sneezing, and decided to see what was up." Phoebe gave him a questioning look. "In the attic. In the middle of the night? And you heard me?" "Sure did. I'm surprised no one else heard you." As if on cue, A voice rang into the kitchen, once again startling Phoebe. It was her older sister, Piper. "Are you all right, Phoebe? You're looking terrible. Anything I can do to help?" Chris replied before Phoebe had a chance. "Did she wake you up?" Piper just nodded her head. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's up. I woke up an hour after I fell asleep sick as a dog. Don't know what caused it, but I can't sleep. I imagine almost everyone's awake." "Well, Paige is probably sound asleep, she'll sleep through an earthquake." Noticing her water was boiling, Phoebe got up and began to make herself some tea.
She didn't know what to do. She wanted to stop being such nice person, just let go of all of this. It had been years now, years. She just couldn't take it anymore. She had to get out of here.
You can do it.
Do what?
Let go.
But, I can't.
Why not, it's o.k, you can do it.
It was right, she had to let go. She was going crazy by containing herself. Well, what if she was crazy. Who cared? She was ready, she was defineately ready.