The rest of the day passed by with Phoebe sitting in her room. She sat on her bed with that spaced out look in her eyes, something that happened when Phoebe was younger. She could space out for hours and hours and it would seem as if no time at all would pass.

Phoebe finally came out of her daze around 7 o'clock in the morning. She made her way downstairs to a pot of coffee. Unfortunately, Phoebe also ran into her sisters. Once her coffee was fixed, Phoebe took a seat opposite the older Halliwell's. "About last night," Piper began.

"I'm sorry," Phoebe whispered.

"Phoebe, there is nothing that you need to feel sorry for. Do you understand me," Prue stated.

Phoebe just looked at Prue for a moment. She looked into those eyes that could always make her feel so guilty. "It was all too much for me. I never meant to hurt anyone; I never meant to make anyone mad. It just always happened. Then, to try and make myself feel better, I use to cut myself. Afterwards I would always feel a little better, but never much," Phoebe paused to take a sip of her coffee. Prue and Piper just looked on in astonishing shock. How in the world had their baby sister's life come to this point?

Phoebe couldn't look at her sisters yet just continued, "But one time I went a little to far. I fainted from the amount of blood loss, I think, and I was with mom. I was so upset and confused that I ran in the opposite direction. The next day I told Grams what had been going on and that's where the books come in. She took me to see a therapist and we discovered that that (indicating the book Piper left on the table) was the best way for me to let my feelings out." Phoebe turned her teary eyes up towards her sisters.

Piper and Prue both made their way to Phoebe and embraced her into a hug.

All three Halliwell's had their gazes held by the fire in the fireplace. They watched books full of all kinds of different emotions burn into oblivion.

Phoebe's mind recalled how she felt when she would draw in those books. It was almost scary to think that she was the same person who did and felt those things. Phoebe watched as a part of her was put to rest. She wasn't the same person who needed those books to get through a day without hurting herself. In fact, Phoebe was so far from that person that it is hard to believe that she even use to exist.

Phoebe turned to face her sisters. She saw them watching her out of the corners of their eyes. She let her gaze fall to her mug of hot chocolate, "Hear is to the new me. May the old me find peace as I have now."

"I'll drink to that," Prue chimed in.

"Ditto," Piper replied with a smile plastered onto her face. All three mugs clinked together.

"Okay, movie and marshmallow time," Phoebe announced.

"Deal, but we are not watching 'Kill It Before It Dies'," Piper informed.

"Says who?" Phoebe inquired.

"Says me," Prue responded in a more authorative tone. "After all, I still believe that I am in charge here."

Happy Endings