Author Note: The song I used is Hold On by Good Charlotte.

As Phoebe looked down, the only thing she saw was a bed of rocks. Sharp and pointy rocks sticking out at odd angles. Phoebe brought the gun up in front of her face, to eye level. She took in the last big breath that she would ever take. Phoebe's hand was as steady as can be as she stuck the barrel of the gun in her mouth. She figured that it would be less messy then putting the barrel to the temple and shooting herself. The barrel of the gun felt cold and lead like in her mouth. She outlined the hole of the barrel with her tongue. The black, cold hard metal felt unwanted in her mouth. However, Phoebe kept it in its place. The aiming device on top of the tip of the barrel (I have no clue what it is really called) was poking Phoebe in the root of the mouth.

Phoebe began taking in all of the surroundings around her. For the first time tonight, she felt how cold it was outside. She'd been numb for so long that she forgot she could even feel this cold. Not that far away from the cliff she stood on, Phoebe saw a run down looking house. It reminded her of a music video she saw once. The video began to play in her head.

This world
This world is cold
But you don't
You don't have to go
You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely, and no one seems to care
You're mother's gone and your father hits you
This pain you cannot bear

But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through

Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know

Your days
You say they're way too long
And your nights
You can't sleep at all
Hold on
And you're not sure what you're waiting for, but you don't want to no more
And you're not sure what you're looking for, but you don't want to no more

But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through

Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking, you're one step closer
Don't stop searching, it's not over
Hold on

What are you looking for?
What are you waiting for?
Do you know what you're doing to me?
Go ahead...What are you waiting for?

Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking, you're one step closer
Don't stop searching, it's not over
Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
Hold on

Phoebe shut her eyes and shook her head. She wanted to do this. She wanted to escape from everything. Phoebe was bracing herself for the pain that would come once she pulled the trigger. With her eyes still closed tight, Phoebe felt the tears fall on her face. They slowly trickled over her cheeks and down to her chin where it hung before dropping. "I wonder if they would miss me like the people in the video missed their loved ones," Phoebe began to wonder. "Great, now I'm starting to feel guilty," she said as she ripped the gun from her mouth. Phoebe took her same seat on the edge of cliff that she had occupied before. "Wonderful, I guess I really am a chicken," Phoebe commented, more upset than before, as she chucked the gun over the cliff.

Phoebe stood up, felling like a chicken as she decided to make her way back home. The moment Phoebe was on her feet, it started pouring down rain. "This just makes my day and the fckin day hasn't even started yet!" Phoebe yelled out to no one in particular.

Prue has been past being frantic, upset, worried, and scared for what felt like forever ago. She decided to go check out some of the places tat Phoebe liked to go. It was then that she realized that she had no clue as to where Phoebe hung out. Nor did she know any friends of Phoebe's to ask where Phoebe might be. It was then that Prue began to recall the only part of her weird dream that she could remember. In her dream, Prue stood by and witnessed Phoebe falling off of a cliff. Prue ran to the edge of the cliff, arms outstretched, reaching for Phoebe. Before Prue could even reach the edge of the cliff, she woke up. After Prue had calmed down from her dream, she suddenly had a bad feeling about something. She quickly ran to Piper's room to make sure that she was okay, and then something in her head just clicked. All of a sudden, she instantly knew that it was Phoebe who was in trouble.

Prue finally returned back to the Manor with defeat written all over her face. She was hoping against hope that Phoebe was safe at home, but somehow she doubted that. Prue had no idea what to tell her grandmother. It was then that she realized that Gram's car wasn't in the driveway. Prue rushed into the house and found a note by the phone. Prue read aloud, "Dear Phoebe, Something came up and I had to go visit your Aunt Gail. If you need anything, call one of your sisters. I'll be back as soon as possible. Love, Grams," Prue finished as she put the note back on the table by the phone. No soon had she completed the action, the front door opened. "Phoebe," Prue called out as she ran to the front door.

Prue entered the foyer to find Phoebe soaking wet, emotionless, and very pale.