thanks for all the reviews for the last chapters. i hope you like this one as well. here's chapter 2. enjoy.

Chapter 2

Chris orbed to the top of Golden Gate Bridge and jumped down.

Leo orbed in behind him in mid-air and grabbed Chris before orbing to the top again.. "Son, don't do this please."

"I can't live anymore dad. I have to go. I can't stay. I don't belong here. Wyatt does. He said that everyone despises me and that if I didn't exist it would be better for him and everyone else on earth. Is… is that true dad? Is it?"

Leo pulled Chris away to look at him. "It is not, buddy. You are only sixteen. You have a whole lot of future ahead of you. You can't do this. Not right now. Let your death be natural."

Chris hugged his father. "Natural…?"

"Meaning not committing suicide." Leo rubbed circles on Chris's back.

"But I want to die. I don't want to be here anymore. I can't do it. If I live, then Wyatt would come looking for me like just now. I want to be alone. I'm sorry."

Chris pulled away and pushed Leo. "Chris…"

"I don't want to ever be found again." With that, Chris orbed out.

Leo sighed. "Damn it…"

A thunder stroke right in front of him.

"Right! Right! I'm sorry! I won't curse again!" Leo rolled his eyes. "You can even hear me like that…" Leo sighed again and orbed to Piper and Wyatt.

Leo chose to orb in at the corner of Chris's room. If things were thrown around he would have a lesser chance of getting hit by them. He saw Wyatt alone in the room cleaning up the mess. Leo sighed and moved to help Wyatt. They cleaned the room in uncomfortable silence.

Leo decided to start the conversation. "So… where's Piper?"

Wyatt put the last of shattered glasses into the bin. "Mom's downstairs, explaining to grandpa."

"Victor's home? That's good…" Leo put the chair back into place and sat on it.

Wyatt sighed and sat on the bed playing with his own fingers, facing his father.

"What have I done…? I just can't talk to Chris normally without having to make fun of him and make him angry… so… what did Chris say?"

"Chris said he wants to be alone… and did not want to be found again. I don't know where he is." Leo moved over to sit on the bed beside Wyatt and hugged him.

"I'm sorry… I tried to find him. I just couldn't… sense him… Dad?"

Wyatt pulled away, looking into his father's eyes.

"Yeah?"

"When I came here, I saw Chris cutting himself on his arms and thighs."Wyatt orbed into Chris's room at Victor's house. He was shocked at what he saw. Chris was naked, sitting in a corner facing the wall and there was blood on the floor.

Wyatt walked calmly to him and pulled Chris's thin body into his arms. Chris was unconscious with a pocket knife stained with dried blood resting against his loose fingers.

"Chris… what have you done to yourself…?"

Wyatt put Chris on the bed and healed the wounds on Chris's thighs and arms. He orbed the blood away to Himalayas and covered Chris with the blanket.

Wyatt looked around and saw three bottles on the study desk. He was about to take a look at the label when Chris groaned. Wyatt immediately sat on the bed beside Chris.

Chris opened his eyes and stared at Wyatt. "Shit. What are you doing here? How long was I out?"

Wyatt bent over Chris to pull him up, but was met by hostility. Chris telekinetically threw Wyatt against the wall. "Don't touch me!"

Wyatt calmed himself down and stood up. "Looking for you to bring you back. 10 seconds since I got here."

"Oh."

Chris peeked into his blanked and realized that he was naked. Immediately he orbed himself into some clothes.

"So… what are that three bottles on your desk?"

Wyatt raised an eyebrow and telekinetically pulled the three bottles into his hand and read the label.

Chris's eyes widen and tk-ed the bottles away from Wyatt's hands and into the drawer. "Nothing!!"

Wyatt moved over to Chris and towered over him. "So these was what you have in your secret drawer back home? Anyway, I read the labels already. You take depression pills? You have depression?"

"Yeah so? It's not big deal." Chris stuff his hands into his pockets and shrugged.

Wyatt felt his anger grew. "What do you mean it is not a big deal? Those bottles were empty! AND IT IS A BIG DEAL IF YOU TOOK ALL THREE BOTTLES WITHIN A WEEK OF PRESCRIPTION!! Do you want to die? DAMMIT!"

By this time the both of them are yelling.

Chris pushed Wyatt away and screamed at his brother. "So what if I wanted to die? Huh? You don't care! You never did! So why now? I was never your brother! I am only the small little boy that you play around with! A DAMN TOY!"

"So what if you're a toy huh? You were no fun for me! I was just getting bored playing the no-friends-wooden-doll! You're not even alive in my heart!"

Chris felt tears in his eyes. "So you're saying that you like me better if I didn't existed?"

"Well duh! So much better for me and everyone else on earth because nobody likes you!"

Chris tk-ed the table lamp towards Wyatt, whom directed it away.

"FINE!!! IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT! YOU WILL GET IT!"

yep, that's it for now. reviews.