To Look Again
In My Mind
After a sleepless night Piper awoke only to find that it was still dark outside, she tried her hardest to fall back asleep but it was to no avail. At six-thirty she finally gave in and got up of bed, she lifted her towel from her desk and headed to the bathroom. She opened the door but shut it quickly remembering the events of the previous evening. She walked quickly back to her room and threw to towel on her bed. She lifted her journal and began to write,
I'm freaking out. I can't stand this anymore, its just getting too hard. I can't even go for a bath without having some sort of "episode". Its killing me – well not actually its killing Prue. I don't know why I can't move on, everyone else seems to. Grams, Phoebe – well Phoebe doesn't know much about it but still – Andy, even Prue seems to be doing a lot better recently... mind you I thought that and then she tried again. It just all seems to be pilling up and its getting harder to keep on smiling.
Piper slammed her diary closed and wiped away the tears that had started to form, she lifted some clothes, got dressed and went down stairs to make breakfast. Within the hour she was joined by both Grams and Phoebe, they all sat down together and ate breakfast. Phoebe and Grams made polite conversation but Piper couldn't keep her eyes off where Prue would normally sit. She cleared her throat and then looked up at Grams,
"Is Prue coming home today?" she asked, hoping to get a straight yes or no,
"Piper. Not over breakfast," snarled Grams shooting Piper a nasty glare, "I was just wondering is all..." said Piper quietly, "yes, she's coming home... now no more on the subject," said Grams, Piper opened her mouth to say something but clamped it shut when she saw the look on Grams face. "Where is Prue?" asked Phoebe innocently, "See what you've done now Piper!" yelled Grams, "We were trying to shield Phoebe from all this!" "I'm sorry," muttered Piper, looking intensly into her corn flakes, "Well, now you'll have to explain to her," said Grams, "Me?" questioned Piper, Grams glared at her once more, "Yes, you." She said sternly, "Fine. Phoebe Prue is in hospital she fell down and cut her arms... but she'll be getting out today," said Piper gently to Phoebe, then she turned to Grams and had anger in her voice, "Is that good enough... I suppose that's what you want everyone to believe... you want everyone to be shielded from Prue's pain... don't you!" "Well naturally I don't want the whole neighbourhood knowing out business," sighed Grams smiling, "Then why didn't you shield me?" asked Piper, "Don't be silly Piper, you could handle this... besides it doesn't really bother you that much anyway," smiled Grams, "How would you know? You haven't even spent more than three seconds with me since this whole thing with Prue started... well except to tell me what's happening with her, and how you're feeling about it, you've never once asked me how I'm dealing with it!" yelled Piper, "We have to concentrate on Prue right now!" said Grams forcing a smil efor Phoebe's benefit, "We always have to focus on Prue... for three goddamn years we've focused on Prue!" said Piper, not bothering to shield Phoebe in any way, "Are you saying that I should ignore your sisters pain?" asked Grams, "Why not... you certainly ignore mine!"
"Yes, she gets out at about three and she'll be here when you get home from school... have a nice day Piper," sighed Grams clearing away the plates. Piper took a second to snap back into what her mind had thought up and what had really happen, "Yeah, sure," she said before lifting her back and heading to school.
***
She arrived in class just after the bell had gone and took her usual seat. She looked around the classroom and saw her teacher enter, before long the class had started but then there was a knock at the door. A young woman who worked in the office walked in and spoke quietly to the teacher,
"Piper, could you go to the office please?" asked Mrs Hall, Piper got up and headed for the door. She walked with the woman to the office, when she got there she was led into a room where her headmaster – Mr DeWitt and Deputy Head, Mrs Collins – were sitting. She sat down and looked around the room, "Piper... I hate to be the bearer of bad news but..." sighed Mr Dewitt, "What's wrong?" asked Piper, instantly on alert. "Its your sister, Prue... as you know she's in hospital, but your grandmother just phoned and it appears that something happened during the night." He said, "What?" asked Piper trying to hold the tears back, "You see... as you know Prue was having some problems and she was getting help for them and seeing a therapist," as he spoke the last two words they sounded dirty, Piper was used to using these words but suddenly they didn't sound normal, "Just tell me," she demanded, "Well... Piper, Prue passed away today." He said quietly, "What?" asked Piper in disbelief, "She took her life," he said.
"Piper could you go to the office," asked Mrs Hall after briefly speaking with the office assistant, It was a daydream... thought Piper. She cleared her things and walked to the front of the class. The journey from the classroom to the office seemed so familiar, it had the same eerie silence she had imagined. When she arrived at the office she was escorted into the headmaster's office, he sat with her guidance teacher, Mr Anderson "What's going on? Is it Prue?" asked Piper, instantly, "What? No, this is about you Piper," sighed Mr Anderson, "You see, Mrs Hall showed us some of you poetry... and we agree with her that it is quite worrying." "But I told Mrs Hall, its not real... its made up," said Piper, "We know that but still, we feel that these feelings have to be coming from somewhere inside you and we just want to try and help you find out where... so we've arranged for you to speak to Mrs Loch," he sighed, "Mrs Loch... I don't know her, who is she?" asked Piper very confused, "She's the school psychologist," said Mr Anderson, "She'll be meeting with you later in the week."
A/N: Ok, there's the next chapter. And in case anyone doesn't know this fic is loosely based around my personal circumstances so unfortunately I will not be able to update the next chapter of this fic until Wednesday night. However, don't worry I promise you it will be updated by then. Please R&R.
Blessed Be
In My Mind
After a sleepless night Piper awoke only to find that it was still dark outside, she tried her hardest to fall back asleep but it was to no avail. At six-thirty she finally gave in and got up of bed, she lifted her towel from her desk and headed to the bathroom. She opened the door but shut it quickly remembering the events of the previous evening. She walked quickly back to her room and threw to towel on her bed. She lifted her journal and began to write,
I'm freaking out. I can't stand this anymore, its just getting too hard. I can't even go for a bath without having some sort of "episode". Its killing me – well not actually its killing Prue. I don't know why I can't move on, everyone else seems to. Grams, Phoebe – well Phoebe doesn't know much about it but still – Andy, even Prue seems to be doing a lot better recently... mind you I thought that and then she tried again. It just all seems to be pilling up and its getting harder to keep on smiling.
Piper slammed her diary closed and wiped away the tears that had started to form, she lifted some clothes, got dressed and went down stairs to make breakfast. Within the hour she was joined by both Grams and Phoebe, they all sat down together and ate breakfast. Phoebe and Grams made polite conversation but Piper couldn't keep her eyes off where Prue would normally sit. She cleared her throat and then looked up at Grams,
"Is Prue coming home today?" she asked, hoping to get a straight yes or no,
"Piper. Not over breakfast," snarled Grams shooting Piper a nasty glare, "I was just wondering is all..." said Piper quietly, "yes, she's coming home... now no more on the subject," said Grams, Piper opened her mouth to say something but clamped it shut when she saw the look on Grams face. "Where is Prue?" asked Phoebe innocently, "See what you've done now Piper!" yelled Grams, "We were trying to shield Phoebe from all this!" "I'm sorry," muttered Piper, looking intensly into her corn flakes, "Well, now you'll have to explain to her," said Grams, "Me?" questioned Piper, Grams glared at her once more, "Yes, you." She said sternly, "Fine. Phoebe Prue is in hospital she fell down and cut her arms... but she'll be getting out today," said Piper gently to Phoebe, then she turned to Grams and had anger in her voice, "Is that good enough... I suppose that's what you want everyone to believe... you want everyone to be shielded from Prue's pain... don't you!" "Well naturally I don't want the whole neighbourhood knowing out business," sighed Grams smiling, "Then why didn't you shield me?" asked Piper, "Don't be silly Piper, you could handle this... besides it doesn't really bother you that much anyway," smiled Grams, "How would you know? You haven't even spent more than three seconds with me since this whole thing with Prue started... well except to tell me what's happening with her, and how you're feeling about it, you've never once asked me how I'm dealing with it!" yelled Piper, "We have to concentrate on Prue right now!" said Grams forcing a smil efor Phoebe's benefit, "We always have to focus on Prue... for three goddamn years we've focused on Prue!" said Piper, not bothering to shield Phoebe in any way, "Are you saying that I should ignore your sisters pain?" asked Grams, "Why not... you certainly ignore mine!"
"Yes, she gets out at about three and she'll be here when you get home from school... have a nice day Piper," sighed Grams clearing away the plates. Piper took a second to snap back into what her mind had thought up and what had really happen, "Yeah, sure," she said before lifting her back and heading to school.
***
She arrived in class just after the bell had gone and took her usual seat. She looked around the classroom and saw her teacher enter, before long the class had started but then there was a knock at the door. A young woman who worked in the office walked in and spoke quietly to the teacher,
"Piper, could you go to the office please?" asked Mrs Hall, Piper got up and headed for the door. She walked with the woman to the office, when she got there she was led into a room where her headmaster – Mr DeWitt and Deputy Head, Mrs Collins – were sitting. She sat down and looked around the room, "Piper... I hate to be the bearer of bad news but..." sighed Mr Dewitt, "What's wrong?" asked Piper, instantly on alert. "Its your sister, Prue... as you know she's in hospital, but your grandmother just phoned and it appears that something happened during the night." He said, "What?" asked Piper trying to hold the tears back, "You see... as you know Prue was having some problems and she was getting help for them and seeing a therapist," as he spoke the last two words they sounded dirty, Piper was used to using these words but suddenly they didn't sound normal, "Just tell me," she demanded, "Well... Piper, Prue passed away today." He said quietly, "What?" asked Piper in disbelief, "She took her life," he said.
"Piper could you go to the office," asked Mrs Hall after briefly speaking with the office assistant, It was a daydream... thought Piper. She cleared her things and walked to the front of the class. The journey from the classroom to the office seemed so familiar, it had the same eerie silence she had imagined. When she arrived at the office she was escorted into the headmaster's office, he sat with her guidance teacher, Mr Anderson "What's going on? Is it Prue?" asked Piper, instantly, "What? No, this is about you Piper," sighed Mr Anderson, "You see, Mrs Hall showed us some of you poetry... and we agree with her that it is quite worrying." "But I told Mrs Hall, its not real... its made up," said Piper, "We know that but still, we feel that these feelings have to be coming from somewhere inside you and we just want to try and help you find out where... so we've arranged for you to speak to Mrs Loch," he sighed, "Mrs Loch... I don't know her, who is she?" asked Piper very confused, "She's the school psychologist," said Mr Anderson, "She'll be meeting with you later in the week."
A/N: Ok, there's the next chapter. And in case anyone doesn't know this fic is loosely based around my personal circumstances so unfortunately I will not be able to update the next chapter of this fic until Wednesday night. However, don't worry I promise you it will be updated by then. Please R&R.
Blessed Be