Chapter 3

Chris watched on intently as his parents lay sleeping in each others arms. He felt so sorry for the couple and what he had put them through during this past year. If only he had done a better job of hiding who he was then they wouldn't be in so much pain. The Halliwell's just would have thought of him as an annoying little whitelighter who may have helped them save their precious Wyatt, instead they were forced to mourn the death of their son.

It hurt him to know that the tears that fell from their eyes were for him rather than happy tears that should have been shed for their little boy who slept soundly in the next room. Believing that the painful outburst he witnessed was over for the night, Chris went to sit on the couch beside his mother's bed when suddenly he noticed that his surroundings had changed.

He now stood in the middle of his Aunt Paige's room. He knew that it had been especially difficult for her since she was one of the two people who actually saw him die. Chris watched as the woman held onto something with a tight grip to her heart as the tears continued to roll down her face. After a short while the woman removed the object from her chest and began to stare at it with great intensity. His curiosity got the best of him as he made his way closer to the woman so he could view what it was that held her attention. As he stood next to the woman he was able to fully see her captivator, it was a picture of her dearly departed nephew.

Paige had secretly snapped the photo at Wyatt's birthday party while he was playing with the boy. Chris continued to watch the scene as the woman slowly moved her finger over the photograph tracing along every one of her nephews features.

"I'm so sorry sweetie" she whispered. "If only I had gotten here sooner, I may have been able to save you from that monster" she screamed jumping to her feet.

"Ouch! What the hell?" Looking down she spotted one of baby Chris's toys. That's when she lost it.

"Damn you all!" she shouted up to the heavens. "Nothing about this is right. He risked his life for his family and everyone else only to be killed on his birthday by one of YOU! If any of you jerks had any decency or appreciation for anything that he did or for what we do, then you'll bring him back to us right NOW!"

The woman waited a few minutes before giving up and crawling into a fetal position on her bedroom floor.

"Why is this happening?" the boy shouted.

Not only was his life a living hell but now he was forced to watch the ones that he loved suffer to. He almost wished that he was back in the evil future with his psychotic brother instead of witnessing the pain and misery that his family was enduring. But there was something else about all of this that he didn't get either. Why the hell couldn't his family see him? They were witches for God's sake. They saw ghost all the time, what was so different about his situation?

Calming himself he sat down on the floor next to where his aunt lay in a exhaustion educed slumber. He then spoke in a soft tone "I know that you can't hear me Aunt Paige, but I promise you that everything will get better in time. I swear."

He wanted so badly to console her the way that she used to do for him when he was a small child, but unfortunately she could not hear his words or find comfort in his arms. So he did the only thing that he could, he laid a hand on the woman's head and hoped that she could feel him there.