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Author's note: Sorry it's taken me so long to update. Writers block is a terrible thing. And sunburn is almost as bad! (And believe me it doesn't happen that much in England!)
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CHAPTER EIGHT
Sisterly advice.
"He kissed you?"
Prue looked downright astonished. Her startled blue eyes tried to hide what her voice couldn't, as she smiled apologetically.
Piper knew that she should take offence. But something stopped her. It could have been the fact that she was still waiting to wake up. Or maybe it was the superior, disbelieving glint in Phoebe's eyes.
"Yeah right." She snorted.
"Were Santa and his elves there too?"
"Shut up phoebe." Prue snapped.
"What did you do?"
Piper blinked.
"N-nothing."
"You let him kiss you? You little slut!" Prue giggled.
Piper stared at Grams' favourite coffee table, and tried to distract herself by noticing how the sun shone patterns from the net curtain onto it. It was a futile attempt to stop herself from crying…
"Honey! Hey, hey, I'm kidding... Piper?"
There was no stopping them now. Persistent tears cascaded down her guilt reddened cheeks…
It wasn't as if she hadn't cried enough already. She had no idea where these tears kept coming from…
-Great,- She thought dryly.
-I'm gonna be upgrade from 'Piper the geek' to 'Piper the geeky cry baby' …-
Prue pulled her into a comforting hug.
"Oh please." Phoebe mocked.
"Do you know how often I use that?"
If Piper could see through the thick glaze of tears, she would have glared at her sister. Unfortunately she couldn't. And because of Prue's massive overuse of perfume, she couldn't even tell Phoebe about the potential glare.
"I'm fine." She choked.
-If fine is being a cold hearted, evil little witch…-
Prue sighed.
"You know Piper, Leo's a sweetie. And he's cute. Kinda everything Jeremy isn't…"
"Prue-"
"I always said you could do better than him."
This prompted another snort from Phoebe.
Piper shook her head.
"Prue you've never liked him."
"No. I haven't."
"Well that alone doesn't mean its right for me to cheat on him-"
Phoebe snorted again.
"Cheat? Piper it was one kiss!" She laughed.
"And one imaginary kiss at that…"
"It happened."
"Yeah." She grunted.
Piper exhaled shakily.
"For gods sake Phoebe! What are you? A pig?"
Phoebe scowled.
"At least I'm not a schizo."
"That's enough Phoebe." Prue warned.
"If Piper says it happened, then it happened."
Phoebe abandoned the couch, and slumped onto the floor next to Piper. The unusual evidence of an idea sparkled in her dark eyes.
"Hey, this is one of those problems people write into teen magazines with." She observed.
"I'm agony aunt Phoebs: 'Dear little slut. Hang yourself."
"Phoebe!" Prue gasped.
"What?… OW!"
Phoebe screamed as Prue slapped her hard on the arm. By the sound of it, she had definitely left a hand mark.
Piper didn't stick around to congratulate her. She ran out of the room in tears, almost knocking over her Grams, who had just walked in.
"Prudence Melinda Halliwell." She called angrily.
"Would you like to tell me how you've managed to reduce both of your sisters to tears in the space of fifteen minutes?"
I cannot find a way to describe it.
Its there inside, all I do is hide.
I wish that it would just go away.
What would you do, you do if you knew?
What would you do?
Prue was in the process of being grounded downstairs. She was protesting for all she was worth of course…
Phoebe on the other hand, was screaming so loud, the neighbours would probably think she was being murdered.
Piper didn't care.
She turned up her music. The louder it got, the less she could hear herself think. Somehow that made the thoughts clinging viciously to her mind, less real…
All the pain I thought I knew.
All the thoughts lead back to you.
Back to what was never said.
Back and forth inside my head.
I can't handle this confusion.
I'm unable.
Come and take me away…
What would they think of her if they knew what was going on? If they knew what she could do? … What she was?
Tears streamed down her face. She didn't want this. She wanted to be normal.
Last week she'd been just that. She had been completely normal. She'd had a normal life. A normal relationship.
She'd even managed to screw that up…
I feel like I am all alone.
All by myself, I need to get around this.
My words are cold. I don't want them to hurt you.
If I show you, I don't think you'd understand.
'Cos no one understands.
She couldn't cope with this. She was only seventeen…
She couldn't do it on her own.
It wasn't like she could even tell anyone…
Well… She could, at the risk of being thrown in a loony bin.
No one would believe her…
All the pain I thought I knew.
All the thoughts lead back to you.
Back to what was never said.
Back and forth inside my head.
I can't handle this confusion.
I'm unable.
Come and take me away…
Piper wiped the mascara tinted tears off her face. She wished that her mum were here…
She wished that she had never died. She wished that her dad had never left. She wished that this curse had been put on someone else.
She wished a lot of things. But Piper had learnt a long time ago that wishes didn't always come true.
I'm going nowhere.
On and on and,
I'm getting nowhere.
On and on and on.
I'm going nowhere.
On and on and off and on and off and on.
Piper could vaguely hear the argument going on downstairs. It sounded so stereotypical… Ordinary… mundane.
-It must be nice.- She thought longingly.
All the pain I thought I knew.
All the thoughts lead back to you.
Back to what was never said.
Back and forth inside my head.
I can't handle this confusion.
I'm unable.
Come and take me away…
Take me away…
Break me away…
Take me away.
(What did you think? I know it was a bit crap, but like I said, I had writers block. I'll update it as soon as I can. Please review.)