Okay, I know I left off on a pretty dark note, and I'm sorry to say that this chapter will be pretty dark too until the end, but it will lighten up, I promise.

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There are two things that a person can do when life gets crappy on them. They can either be a bum and sit around feeling sorry for themselves, or they can go crazy and work themselves until they're complete bitches or totally exhausted. Being Prudence Halliwell's daughter, I took path number two.

It had been approximately three weeks since I broke up with Kyle for, in his mind, no apparent reason. My explanation had been that I had personal reasons that I couldn't exactly tell him about, but I loved him and I hoped that he could find someone else. He had been so confused and so hurt.

I was hurting too of course, and as a result I began shutting myself off from the world. I pushed myself to the limit in cheerleading, practicing long and hard everyday. I trained with Aunt Paige every chance I got. Whenever I wasn't doing those two things, I went to my room and read the Army of Witches over and over again, thinking about what I could do to prepare myself for what was to come in the future.

As for my family, I barely saw or talked to them (other Aunt Paige of course). While I was in school, I was pretty quiet. I had literally gone into overdrive. It seemed like the more exhausted I got, the more I pushed myself. It wasn't healthy, but I would never admit that.

I found myself at Aunt Paige's again, training my powers. I was in no state of mind or body to be doing that again, but I was. I wouldn't let myself get behind, even though I was really way far ahead.

"Alright, I need you to focus for me," Aunt Paige said.

"I'm trying, I really am," I said. I held my hands out and tried to shoot water at a can (a simple target practice for warm up), but the water spurted out everywhere, getting me wet. "Damn it!" I yelled.

"Patience, you're not focused. How can you expect to accomplish anything when you're mind is all wacky in the first place?" Paige asked.

"I'm trying, okay?" I snapped. Paige glared at me. "I'm sorry," I sighed.

"I know, but you're pushing yourself too hard lately. I'm cutting you off," Paige said.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm cutting you off from training from now on. Until you can sort out exactly what it is that's bothering you so much, you're done. You don't need this much stress and strain," Paige said.

"Please Aunt Paige," I urged.

"No. You try using your powers anymore you'll end up flooding the city. We get enough of that anyways. Go home, get some rest, feel better, and don't come back until you do," Paige said firmly. I nodded and walked back home.

Even though it was pretty late, I still pulled out the book. It's pages were a little worn from being read so much, but I read it through again. I woke up the next morning with the book on my stomach, open to the very last page.

That day at school was the same routine. I went, said the occasional 'hi' and 'bye', but other than that I just did my work quietly. When school was over, I went to the locker room to change for practice. On my way out, I bumped into someone.

"Sorry," I muttered, but stopped when I looked up and saw who it was.

"That's okay," Kyle said. We just stood there for a second. Everything I wanted to say to him was racing through my head and trying to make it's way out of my mouth. I walked off quickly to avoid having a big conversation that I just wasn't ready for.

At practice, I had the girls working on some routines to get ready for nationals in a couple of months. There were some really complicated moves in there, but I had the utmost confidence in them. I was also doing these moves and, once again, pushing myself to the limit. The person that was supposed to be catching me on one of my flips... didn't. I landed on my arm and screamed.

"Oh my god, call an ambulance!" I heard someone yell. I didn't want a goddamn ambulance; I wanted the pain to stop shooting through my arm. It was broken, I could tell. I had almost heard the bone crack when I landed on it. I heard some guys from the football team running over. Then I heard Kyle's voice.

"Patience, are you okay?" he asked, kneeling beside me.

"Kyle," I gasped. I was taking short, ragged breaths as the pain continued to course through my arm. My cheeks were soaked with tears, which Kyle wiped away with his thumb.

"You're gonna be alright. I promise. The ambulance is here," Kyle said. He was right. I heard the sirens coming closer and closer until there were people rushing around and strange men asking me what my name was and how old I was and what happened. Then they were loading me into an ambulance.

"Kyle!" I yelled. I didn't know why, but I wanted him there with me. He gave me comfort when I felt most vulnerable. I was vulnerable. For the first time in three weeks, my shell had broken, along with my arm. I was myself again, and being myself meant that Kyle had to be near me.

"I'm right here, Patience," Kyle said, trying to come in.

"I'm sorry, but only family can come in here," one of the paramedics said.

"No! He's my boyfriend! I want him here!" I screamed. Boyfriend? Where the hell did that come from? The paramedics looked at each other, but nodded to let Kyle come in. He ran over to me and sat down, taking my uninjured hand in his.

"Don't worry, we'll get you to the hospital and you'll be okay," he said softly.

"Please don't leave me," I whispered.

"I won't, not ever," he said. He pulled out his cell phone and bean dialing a number. "Prue, it's Kyle. Patience is hurt. No, don't worry; it's just a broken arm. Yeah, we're in the ambulance right now. We're headed to San Francisco Memorial. Okay, I'll see you there," Kyle said, hanging up. The pain was still horrible, but I felt a little better with Kyle there and knowing that my mom would be here soon. I closed my eyes and blacked out, hoping that I would feel better if I did.

When I woke up, I found myself in the hospital. My arm was in a cast and a sling. I looked around to see my whole family there, and Kyle. I had never been so glad to see them in my life, but I could feel the bitterness coming back into my body now that the pain was gone and I was okay.

After my family had given me their best wishes and left, Kyle was still in the room. I looked at the wall, trying to avoid his stare, but I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my head. Finally I looked at him.

"Is there something you want?" I asked.

"Just to make sure you're okay... and to ask you why you wanted me with you in the ambulance, why you called me your boyfriend," Kyle said.

"Because I was hurting and the pain was fogging my head," I said.

"Oh. So you don't want to get back together?" he asked. I laughed.

"Just because I have a broken arm, doesn't mean I need a big strong football player boyfriend to protect me. I'm fine single thanks," I said coldly. I regretted it instantly. Pain and disappointment filled Kyle's eyes, but it was soon replaced by anger.

"You know, I don't know what your problem is lately, but I hope I didn't cause it. As far as I know, I didn't do shit to you. In fact, we were doing pretty good. Then, after we made out, you flipped and everything went to hell from there. It's not like we haven't kissed before, Patience," Kyle said.

"It's not that," I said angrily.

"Then what is it?"

"It's that I'm sick of you, okay. It's that I don't want to be near you. I don't want to see you, hear you, or ever hear your name again! Now get out!" I yelled. Kyle just stood there, dumbstruck at what I had said. I couldn't really believe it either. I just wanted him out of the room. The longer he stood there, the more what I said became true.

"Okay," he said quietly. He turned and walked out without a second glance and I just lay there, anger coursing through my body for no apparent reason. For a minute, it even felt like something that felt an awful lot like an athame had appeared in my hands, but when I looked down, it was gone.

After a few days, I was back in school. Uncle Leo and Frisco had refused to heal my arm, and Percy and Parker weren't allowed to. I wasn't allowed to practice anymore, and I only had one hand to use my powers with, so I couldn't train (not that Aunt Paige would do it with me anyways). In the meantime, I had become a complete and total bitch. I exemplified Aunt Paige's saying that there was a reason witch rhymed with bitch with flying colors. All anyone had to do was say hi to me and I would snap on them. Missy Harding found that out the hard way.

"Hey Patience! How's your arm?" she asked, running up to me after school one day.

"How does it look?" I asked, already annoyed with her.

"Right, stupid question. When do you get your cast off?"

"Well actually, I was wondering if you could help me with that. See, I figure that your head is so hard and hollow that if I bang it off of there a few times it should come off without doing any damage to you," I said. She looked hurt, something that I seemed to feed off of. She slowly backed away and I could see the tears forming in her eyes. I grinned, feeling like I had accomplished something.

"Hey Squirt, how was school?" Mom asked when I had gotten home.

"Stupid, as usual," I said.

"Hm, sorry to hear that. Hey, we're having dinner at the manor, want to come?"

"No thanks," I said.

"Why not?" Mom asked.

"Because I don't feel like spending time with my lame ass family," I said.

"Too bad, you're coming," Mom said. I rolled my eyes, but two hours later found myself at the manor anyways. When I got there, I sat on the couch. Everyone else filled the room and sat around me, silent.

"What?" I asked.

"We want to know what bug has been up your ass lately," Piper said bluntly.

"Why? Do you want it back?" I asked.

"Funny. You want to start with me, I'll blow your ass up," Piper threatened.

"Try it," I challenged. Piper put her hands up, ready to do it, but Leo stopped her.

"Honey, I thought we agreed that we were going to be reasonable," he said. I laughed and stood up.

"I'm out of here," I said.

"Oh hell no! You're not going anywhere until you tell us what's wrong," Paige said.

"Come on sweetie, if you talk about it you may feel better," Phoebe said.

"If I wanted to talk about it, I would have come to you," I said, turning to walk out.

"Guess we'll have to go to plan B," Paige said. Before I could turn around, I felt a sharp pain in my head and then my world went black.

I groaned and slowly opened my eyes, but quickly shut them again. I had a pounding headache now on top of my broken arm and the light wasn't making it any better. I found that I was sitting, but that I also couldn't get up. They had tied me to a chair. I didn't want to be in this chair. I didn't want to be in this living room. I didn't want to be in this house. But looking around, I saw that that was were my family was. And there was a voice in my head telling me to kill them. Why?

"It's about damn time you wake up. You were out for about three hours, you wuss," Piper taunted. I growled.

"Shut up," I snapped, hate and rage filling my body. I felt something in my hand again, but this time I was positive that it was there. It was a knife; a knife that I was going to use. I began cutting at Preston's vines with it and grinned as they snapped. Piper's eyes went wide as I stood up.

"Where the hell did that come from?" she asked as I held up the knife.

"I don't know, but I know where it's going. What's the matter? Not so cocky now, are we?" I asked with an evil grin spread wide across my face. I lunged at her chest, aiming to kill, but I fell into empty air without the knife. I looked around to see the rest of my family there, Aunt Paige holding the knife.

"What the hell?" I asked. Piper grinned.

"Helps to have the power to freeze," she said. I growled, forming another knife in my hand.

"How do you do that?" Mom asked.

"I don't know, but I like it," I said.

"It looks like what I did with the Woogy," Phoebe said.

"But we destroyed the Nexus, and along with it the Woogy," Paige said.

"It's not the Woogy, it's me," a voice growled. I spun around to see a large scaly demon with big horns. I instantly bowed. "Master," I said. Master? What the hell? I don't have a master, damn it!

"He's got her under a spell!" Percy yelled.

"Very good, little witch. You see, I'd been watching for quite some time now, waiting for an opportunity. The perfect one arose after this witch broke up with the human. I knew that her attitude would be appropriate afterwards, so I put her under my spell until she was ready," the demon said.

"Ready for what?" Dad asked.

"To kill the Archers," the demon said.

"Yeah, well that plan just went to the shit can!" Piper yelled, flicking her wrists. Nothing happened. The demon laughed.

"Stupid witch! Only the Archer can defeat me! That's why I'm going to kill them," he said.

"Release your hold against my niece, let her now and forever be free. Lift your fog from her brain. Return her to her family again," Paige said quickly. I felt my mind clear instantly and all of the anger and hate rush out of me. I also felt a lot of guilt for how I had acted the past few weeks, but I put it aside.

"So Archers can kill you, huh? Well thanks for the tip," I said. I went over and grabbed Preston and Parker's hands, Percy taking Preston's. We focused all of our power on the demon until a huge black vortex appeared and sucked him in. His screams reverberated through the house as the vortex closed.

"Holy shit!" Preston said.

"Wow," Parker said.

"That was so hot!" Percy exclaimed.

"I'm so sorry you guys! I had no idea and I couldn't shake it. I was such a bitch. I'm really sorry," I said, turning to my family.

"That's okay, we've all had our experiences with being evil. It feels good, but in the end it's wrong," Mom said.

"I'm sorry I tried to kill you Aunt Piper," I said.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. We're okay," she said. I smiled.

"Wow, I have a lot to make up for," I said.

"Yeah, but you'll be able to do it," Percy said.

"Oh no! Kyle!" I said, remembering bad I was to him. "I was so horrible to him. What am I gonna do?" I asked.

"Just talk to him," Preston said.

"No way! What could I possibly say to make things better?" I asked.

"Maybe you should tell him the truth," Percy said.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Phoebe said.

"But he was fine with her being a witch, he was just pissed that he didn't tell her sooner," Percy explained.

"I don't know. I'll figure out something. Anyways, I'm tired so I'll see you guys in the morning," I said. That night, I slept pretty soundly, but the morning gave me no comfort. I knew I would have to face Kyle today with a guilty conscience. I left him a note that day telling him to meet me at the top of the hill overlooking the bay. It was our spot, like Mom and Dad had the bench in the park.

"You know, I don't even why I came here," he said, coming up behind me.

"I know. You have every reason to be pissed at me, to never want to see me again," I said.

"Yeah, considering that's what you said about me," he said.

"I know and I'm so sorry. I had no right to say those things to you. You never did anything wrong. There are just some things in my life that are kind complicated. I'd like to tell them to you, if you'd be willing to listen," I said. He stood there for a moment, contemplating. Finally, he sat down. I looked into his eyes and I knew he still cared for me. "I love you, Kyle. More than anything in this world, I love you."

"I know. I just wish you would tell me what's wrong," he said.

"I will. But for now, just hold me," I said. He wrapped his arms around me and I leaned into his embrace, finally feeling at comfort.

Aw, see I told you it'd be okay. Sorry guys, but I don't have a summary for the next chapter. School is out for the summer though, so I'll have plenty of time to think and write. Till next time...

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