Chapter Six – Haunting

Thunder raddled the windows of the Halliwell Manor, all laid sleep, except Chris Halliwell. He didn't sleep much anymore, for he when he would sleep he would see it all over again, the death and murder of his mother. It made him sick to think about it. He just sat their alone in his room, by himself, a very sad scene As the thunder made the house rattle once more, the wind blew the rain against the window.

How he longed for his mother and her gentle touch, she would know exactly what to say when he would find himself in a rut.

"Chris!" Piper yelled from downstairs, "COME DOWN HONEY!"

Chris got up from his desk, and walked downstairs, he heard a pan cling in the kitchen and he followed it.

"What?" Chris said walking in and sitting at the table

"What?" Piper mimicked, "come on cheer up."
"Why?" Chris said in glum mood, "its oblivious that Wyatt is better than me."

"No he's not. Look just because he made the swim team doesn't make him better then you." Piper said as she sitting down.
"Well he always gets everything he wants."
"He didn't get that car he wanted for his birthday." Piper said, "and he didn't get the girl he wanted, and he didn't get that job he was hoping for, and he didn't get the B in science he was hoping for." Piper smiled.
Chris looked up at his mother, "thanks."
"you're welcome sweetie." Piper said, "besides there is always Soccer, Track, or Golf."
"Golf?" Chris said

"yeah it's fun!"

Chris rolled his eyes and smiled.

A flash of lighting filled the room, bring Chris back to the present, he bowed his head and cried and sobbed into his hands. His mind was fixed on what his mother's smile looked like. He shaken him, it was destroying him. He hadn't cried this hard since the funeral which was one week ago.

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"WYATT!" Piper screamed
"WYATT WHAT THE HELL?" Phoebe yelled

"WYATT!" Paige yelled

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Piper yelled looking at the clock
"WYATT LOOK AT THIS MESS!" Phoebe said in the kitchen where potion bottles and ingredients were all over, "WE'VE TOLD YOU ABOUT THIS!"

"WYATT WHERE IS THAT ESSAY YOU OWE ME?" Paige said

"WYATT YOU'RE LATE AGAIN ON YOUR HOMEWORK?" Piper yelled, "I'VE TOLD YOU, GET ME YOUR CELL PHONE!"

Wyatt ran up to this room.

"WYATT WHY DID YOU LEAVE CHRIS HERE ALONE?" Phoebe yelled coming to his room.

"WYATT WHERE IS THE BOOK OF SHADOWS?" Piper yelled, "YOU DIDN'T TAKE IT SCHOOL AGAIN DID YOU?"
"WYATT WHERE IS THE POTION?"

"WYATT I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO WATCH OVER CHRIS!"

"WYATT!"
"WYATT!"

"WYATT WHY DID YOU LET ME DIE?" Piper yelled as she disappeared into darkness and screamed and surrounded in blue bright light.

Wyatt shot his eyes open and sat up. Breathing very hard, he looked around, expecting to see his mother and two aunts their, but they weren't. His chest felt wet, he looked down and saw his shirt was entirely soaked through with sweat, he took off his shirt and threw it across the room. He fell back down on the bed.

As he laid on the couch of the family room in the Halliwell manor, he couldn't help but think of his mother and what she had last said. Wyatt why did you let me die?

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As the morning broke, the sun had broken through the clouds of the storm which had lasted a week. As the sun's rays broke through the window and onto the couch where Wyatt laid, as he awoke, he opened his eyes the nightmare from which he had still haunted him, but the warm glow of the sun across his chest and face felt good. It was Monday, and it was the day that he and Chris were suppose to go back to school, but he was going until Chris was better. Even if it meant them missing the rest of the year.

Wyatt got up and stood. He stood for a moment as a rush came to his head, then he grabbed a shower towel that was on his floor and put it over his shoulder. As he pasted the mirror he noticed his eyes were red. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked thinner and more frail then usual. The muscles on his arms and chest seemed to be subsiding and his blue eyes that always seem to be bright and full of life were shaded and a bluish-grey. He sniffled and put his mothers memory out of his memory and went upstairs to the shower.

Chris still sitting on his bed, he had his head still resting on his knees and having silent tears run down his face. No sun had broken through his window, grey clouds were still haunting. He didn't know what to do anymore, he wanted so badly to go away, be away, die.

He heard his brother walk up stairs. He was hoping that Wyatt wasn't going to come in. He looked the light that was seemed under his door, and saw two shadows that was Wyatt's feet stop for a moment. Then the shadows moved and he heard the bathroom door open and close.

Chris turned around and pulled a knife from inside his pillow case. It was Wyatt's work knife. Chris held the green plastic work knife in his hands, he pressed the lever down and a two-inch sharp blade came out. He pulled the lever back and blade back in. He orbed to P3.

As white orbs filled the bar at P3, Chris took shape. As he looked around, the club had looked old and forgotten. Chris remembered how clean his mom had kept it. Dust had collected on the bar table, and the bottles of alcohol and lava lamps behind him. The Lava lamps were off and the club was quiet.

Chris turned around and examined the bottles. He circled the entire island before finding what he wanted, a bottle of Jack Daniels. He grabbed it, and a glass and sat on the floor. He poured the liquor into the glass and then drank it. As the glass was empty above his mouth, he coughed as the liquor left a small sting in his throat. He then pulled the knife back in his hand. He again pressed the lever

He placed the tip of the blade at the veins on his wrist, closing his eyes and exhaling slowly he cut into his flesh. The pain of the cut made him wince but it soon pasted. The pain of his lost mother was no match for this, as he cut down his wrist and into his arm he left a long enough wound. He opened his eyes, and looked down, at what he did.

As the blood flowed out of his wrist he then moved to his other wrist, it was easier this time, he cut again, about the same length. He dropped the knife which was now covered in blood. Chris stood up, grabbing the bottle of Jack Daniels. He could feel it, Deaths fingers were right in front of him. He didn't bother pouring another glass, he drank right from the bottle. The blood that covered his hands made the bottle itself very slippery, but no. As he drank he used his telekinesis to turn on music from the DJ. He stopped drinking, dizzy, he turned on Evanescence.

He drank more from the bottle until it was gone, he looked at the bottle. Very dizzy, he saw that he drank a half bottle of Jack Daneils. He then looked up at the ceiling. Listening to the music.

do you remember me
lost for so long
will you be on the other side

Chris stood in the bar, feeling free and hopeful. He closed his eyes and extended his arms out, like a he was being crucified. The blood not poured from his wrists.

or will you forget me
i'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?

Chris took a deep breath and collapsed on the floor.

Wyatt was washing his face in the shower, he then looked up, "Chris?"

(This is not the end….)