Phoebe opened the scissors, the point of the blade pointing towards her arm. She slowly brought the blade to her wrist. Inch by inch, Phoebe moved the blade down her arm. Blood began flowing from her arm faster than water spilt from a cup. I'm ready, Phoebe thought. Anything has got to be better than this. Phoebe watched the blood quickly cover everything it could. If she hadn't have known better, Phoebe would've sworn that it had a mind of its own. Phoebe knew that it was almost time, she was becoming light headed. It's funny, Phoebe thought, I feel so numb that I don't feel any pain whatsoever. Phoebe just sat there as she became more and more consumed by the darkness surrounding her, and just like that, she was dead.
Phoebe was walking through a tunnel with bright lights all around her, but behind her there was only darkness. The brightest part was at the end of the tunnel. Phoebe guessed that it would be a good idea to walk towards the light. From out of know where, Patty stepped directly into Phoebe's path. "Mom," Phoebe said, now starting o wonder if she was dreaming.
"Yes sweetheart, it's me," Patty answered. Patty looked at her youngest daughter, "Phoebe, do you know why you are here?"
Phoebe looked of into space in thought of about why she was here. Then it all came back to Phoebe into Phoebe's mind like a ton of bricks. She slowly brought her gaze higher to meat that of mothers. "Yes, I remember," Phoebe, said in a very soft voice. "Are you mad at me?" Phoebe asked her mother.
Patty eyed her baby girl. "No Phoebe, I'm not mad. I'm very disappointed in you," Patty confessed to her daughter. "I thought you were smarter than this Phoebe. I would have thought that you would have at least talked to your sister or Grams or someone. I never in a million years thought you would have done something like this."
Phoebe kept her head low. "I'm sorry," Phoebe apologized softly. Then she looked up to face her mother, tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry I couldn't handle it! I'm sorry I was so depressed all the time mommy!" Phoebe was hysterical now. Patty moved closer to Phoebe and put her arms around her. Phoebe just pushed her back and turned around and ran back into the darkness she started out in.
Phoebe opened her eyes, "Sht!" She was still in the bathroom. "Dam," Phoebe muttered. She felt so weak, but she knew that she had to clean the bathroom. It was then that Phoebe looked down at the cut on her arm; it didn't look to deep, which was always a good thing. She slowly got up and moved over to the counter, where the hydrogen peroxide was. Phoebe began cleaning her wound, and then she dressed and wrapped it up. "Great! How the hll am I going to clean this up," Phoebe spoke, lightly. So she began the task of cleaning up the blood dirty bathroom.
Prue had been sitting downstairs all day. She was brought out of her dream state by a thud coming from upstairs. Prue rushed upstairs as fast as she could, her only thoughts were of Phoebe. When Prue reached Phoebe's room, her door was open. Prue just charged in, "Phoebe! Phoebe this isn't funny, come out!" Prue demanded loudly. When she received no answer, Prue jumped back into the hallway. She glanced up and down the hall, and then noticed the bathroom door was slightly ajar with the light turned on. Prue advanced towards the door, wandering what type of situation her sister was in on the other side of it.