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In your life you seem to have it all
You seem to have control
But deep within your soul
You're losing it
You never took the time
Assume that you're to blame
You think that you're insane
Won't you spare me
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Prue was awake at six in the morning, one week after Phoebe's accident. She was dressed and making coffee before she remembered, she didn't have a job anymore. Knowing she wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, Prue went and got the paper to scan the job ads.
There weren't many, at least, none that Prue was right for. It seemed nobody in her field was hiring. At 7:30, she gave up and started reading the rest of the paper. By 8:30, her sisters were up.
"So, what are you two doing today?" Piper asked, grabbing a quick breakfast before work.
"No idea." Prue said, groaning. She'd never get used to unemployment, and kept hoping she wouldn't have to.
Phoebe put an arm around her oldest sister. "Oh, honey, bored already?"
"Yes." Prue answered.
Piper gave her sister a kiss on the cheek. "You'll find a job, sweetie." she said. "And until then, looks like I'm the sole income provider. I'd better get to work." She left, leaving Prue and Phoebe alone.
"Honey, I'm going out in a little while. Wanna come?" Phoebe offered.
Prue shook her head. "That's okay, sweetie. I'll just.. stay here, and stare at the wall or something." she said. The two sisters had spent the past week at home together trying not to step on the other's toes too much, and they'd been getting along allright, save a few minor disagreements, but they both knew they shouldn't push it. Besides, Prue was secretly hoping to hear from Andy. He'd called once after Phoebe's accident, but their conversation was cut short when he was called into work, and she really would've liked to see him again.
Phoebe nodded, guessing what her sister was thinking. "He'll call, honey." she said, lightly touching Prue's arm as she got up.
Phoebe went upstairs to take a shower and get dressed. Prue, in a sudden burst of restlessness that had overtaken her several times since quitting her job, decided to go out for a drive. She left a note for Phoebe, and grabbed her purse and a heavy coat.
She drove around the city aimlessly for a while, until she wasn't even sure where she was anymore. She pulled into a gas starion to refuel and get directions.
But directions for where? She thumped her head on the steering wheel as she asked herself this. My life really is great, she thought sardonically. No job. No boyfried. And I'm supposed to be the responsible, grounded one.
The attendant tapped on her windsheild, breaking her train of thought. Sighing, Prue rolled down the window, shivering at the blast of icy cold air that hit her from outside. "Fill it up, please." she requested. She was about to ask where she was when her cell phone rang. "Hello?" she answered after only one ring.
"Hey," came a familiar voice. "It's Andy. Where are you?"
"Just... out for a drive." Prue answered, not wanting to admit that she was lost.
"I'm sorry I never got back to you after last time. Work's been brutal. Anyway, I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me." Andy said. Prue couldn't see it, but he was crossing his fingers anxiously.
"I'd love to." she replied, trying not to sound too eager. After all, it took him long enough. "When?"
"Tonight?" Andy asked hopefully. "I know it's short notice, and you probably have other plans..."
Prue laughed. "No, as it turns out I'm free."
Andy exhaled, relieved. "Great. I'll pick you up at eight, then?"
"Perfect." Prue replied. They disconnected, and Prue put the phone away. She paid the attendant, got directions, and left the gas station in a much better mood than she'd been in all week.
When she pulled onto the street, Prue decided she needed music. She looked down at the radio, trying to find her favourite station. She didn't notice the patch of black ice right in front of her. She lost control of the car, and it spun into a telephone pole. Prue heard a sickening crash, and then everything went black.
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A/N: Yes, a cliffhanger. You might hate me, but at least it's incentive to review and tell me to update faster. Or, something.
~from the song "Breakdown" by Tantric~
In your life you seem to have it all
You seem to have control
But deep within your soul
You're losing it
You never took the time
Assume that you're to blame
You think that you're insane
Won't you spare me
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Prue was awake at six in the morning, one week after Phoebe's accident. She was dressed and making coffee before she remembered, she didn't have a job anymore. Knowing she wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, Prue went and got the paper to scan the job ads.
There weren't many, at least, none that Prue was right for. It seemed nobody in her field was hiring. At 7:30, she gave up and started reading the rest of the paper. By 8:30, her sisters were up.
"So, what are you two doing today?" Piper asked, grabbing a quick breakfast before work.
"No idea." Prue said, groaning. She'd never get used to unemployment, and kept hoping she wouldn't have to.
Phoebe put an arm around her oldest sister. "Oh, honey, bored already?"
"Yes." Prue answered.
Piper gave her sister a kiss on the cheek. "You'll find a job, sweetie." she said. "And until then, looks like I'm the sole income provider. I'd better get to work." She left, leaving Prue and Phoebe alone.
"Honey, I'm going out in a little while. Wanna come?" Phoebe offered.
Prue shook her head. "That's okay, sweetie. I'll just.. stay here, and stare at the wall or something." she said. The two sisters had spent the past week at home together trying not to step on the other's toes too much, and they'd been getting along allright, save a few minor disagreements, but they both knew they shouldn't push it. Besides, Prue was secretly hoping to hear from Andy. He'd called once after Phoebe's accident, but their conversation was cut short when he was called into work, and she really would've liked to see him again.
Phoebe nodded, guessing what her sister was thinking. "He'll call, honey." she said, lightly touching Prue's arm as she got up.
Phoebe went upstairs to take a shower and get dressed. Prue, in a sudden burst of restlessness that had overtaken her several times since quitting her job, decided to go out for a drive. She left a note for Phoebe, and grabbed her purse and a heavy coat.
She drove around the city aimlessly for a while, until she wasn't even sure where she was anymore. She pulled into a gas starion to refuel and get directions.
But directions for where? She thumped her head on the steering wheel as she asked herself this. My life really is great, she thought sardonically. No job. No boyfried. And I'm supposed to be the responsible, grounded one.
The attendant tapped on her windsheild, breaking her train of thought. Sighing, Prue rolled down the window, shivering at the blast of icy cold air that hit her from outside. "Fill it up, please." she requested. She was about to ask where she was when her cell phone rang. "Hello?" she answered after only one ring.
"Hey," came a familiar voice. "It's Andy. Where are you?"
"Just... out for a drive." Prue answered, not wanting to admit that she was lost.
"I'm sorry I never got back to you after last time. Work's been brutal. Anyway, I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me." Andy said. Prue couldn't see it, but he was crossing his fingers anxiously.
"I'd love to." she replied, trying not to sound too eager. After all, it took him long enough. "When?"
"Tonight?" Andy asked hopefully. "I know it's short notice, and you probably have other plans..."
Prue laughed. "No, as it turns out I'm free."
Andy exhaled, relieved. "Great. I'll pick you up at eight, then?"
"Perfect." Prue replied. They disconnected, and Prue put the phone away. She paid the attendant, got directions, and left the gas station in a much better mood than she'd been in all week.
When she pulled onto the street, Prue decided she needed music. She looked down at the radio, trying to find her favourite station. She didn't notice the patch of black ice right in front of her. She lost control of the car, and it spun into a telephone pole. Prue heard a sickening crash, and then everything went black.
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A/N: Yes, a cliffhanger. You might hate me, but at least it's incentive to review and tell me to update faster. Or, something.
~from the song "Breakdown" by Tantric~