"Where the hell have you been?" Prue screamed at Phoebe. She sounded harsher than she intended to. She couldn't' believe Phoebe sometimes, it seamed like she was always getting into trouble. Prue would find out that Phoebe was in trouble, and would try and talk to her, but fail miserably. The moment Prue would turn around, Phoebe would be in trouble again. Prue was constantly battling Phoebe.
Phoebe looked up at Prue's angry, upset face. She was in trouble, big trouble, and she knew it. Great, Phoebe thought, the last thing I need is for Prue to but in. Phoebe's relationship with her eldest sister consisted of one thing, fighting. It's not like her relationship with Piper was any better, Piper would just say how much Prue loves me. If Prue really loved me, she'd have at least noticed SOMETHING. I mean, come on, how many times have I told them that I scraped my wrist, or cut myself shaving. The sad thing is that they actually believe all the lies I tell them.
"Well," Prue continued to scream at Phoebe. "Aren't you going to tell me where you were?" Prue asked Phoebe, already knowing the answer. Heck, Prue knew that she'd be lucky if she even got an answer. She was becoming so frustrated; she didn't know how to communicate with her sister anymore. She didn't know the little girl standing in front of her. Prue realized that she didn't know what music Phoebe listened to, what TV shows she watched. Hell, Prue didn't even know what classes Phoebe was taking.
Phoebe just continued to look at Prue. She came to the conclusion that it was best just to stay quiet. Phoebe knew that she would get yelled at no matter what she said. Whoever was yelling at her would just get fed up with her not talking and would just finally send her to her room. She knew that she wasn't going to get any lunch; diner was still up in the air.
Prue's temper was rising. Why won't she answer me? Prue wanted to know. "Gd damn it Phoebe, why the hell won't you answer me?" Prue asked, her temper reaching its limits. Prue just snapped. As if in slow motion, Prue's hand rose up to the side of her face and came down as hard as Prue could make it. As soon as her hand hit Phoebe's face, as soon as she felt the impact of Phoebe's face under her hand, Prue felt her anger release and guilt set in.
Phoebe felt the impact of Prue's hand. She felt the sting not only on her face but also in her heart. Prue had never hit her. It was then that Phoebe realized that she didn't have anything to live for. Why was she continuing to live, so she could get slapped by her sister? Phoebe held her head up high, despite her feeling of pain in her heart, and looked into Prue's eyes. She didn't notice the guilt settling into Prue's eyes.
Prue couldn't believe what she just did, she couldn't believe that she just slapped her little sister in the face. Her eyes held no emotion what so ever in them and it was starting to scare Prue. Prue couldn't bear to continue looking Phoebe in the eyes. She lowered her gaze, ashamed of herself. It was then that she saw the point of the gun sticking out of Phoebe's jacket pocket, the handle of the gun visible over the top of the pocket.
Phoebe turned around and walked up the stairs, what's the use know, not even her sisters cared enough to see that something was really wrong. She knew that Prue wouldn't follow her, there was no way Prue could face her know and she knew it. Phoebe walked into the bathroom, fear gone. She shut the door behind her and opened the medicine cabinet. Phoebe grabbed the scissors, towel, and peroxide. On second thought, Phoebe put the towel and peroxide back, she would only be needing the scissors. Phoebe was to numb to be able to feel the pain coming on. Phoebe took a long deep breathe, with scissors in hand. This is it, Phoebe said to herself, knowing it's meaning to be true this time.