Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed
The Spiral into Darkness
From Heaven to Hell
The bed sheets are dirty. The whole room is mess. I keep thinking she will walk in at any moment and tell me to clean it up, but that's not going to happen. She is dead. My mother is dead. Mom, Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige all were killed by the same demon, and for the same reason. For me. They died to protect me. The day had started out like normal; it gave no warning to the hell that would follow. I can still remember the beautiful and kind smile mom gave me as she took her last breath. That image is burned into my mind.
The funeral was just as bad. The three coffins were covered in flowers; a picture of each of the sisters was propped against their caskets. The headstones didn't give any indication to how many lives they had saved or the good the Charmed Ones had done in this world. They were buried next to their long dead sister, Prue. The hardest part was when my father looked at me. He knew that it wasn't a psycho murderer who was the cause of his soul mate's death.
When we all got home I ran to my room. I cried my eyes out. I had no idea what dad and Wyatt were doing. If I had known then I probably would have run away. My father called me apparently dinner was ready. I thought the juice tasted a bit strange, but I had no idea how. The looks that dad and my brother cast me during the meal, I thought it was still left over resentment. I never imagined what they had done. When I tried to use my telekinesis the next day, nothing happened. At that second, everything that the two had done made sense. They had bound my powers. My own family betrayed me.
Since then I haven't left my room. I didn't bother to talk to Wyatt and Leo, if they had done this then they sure as hell wouldn't reverse it. Food tasted like ash in my mouth these days. I haven't eaten in at least two days. I haven't gotten out of bed either for at least that long. At least it was still school holidays. I was dreading go back to class. It would mean having to face the accusing gaze of my older brother. All Wyatt did these days was kill demons. Even if I did leave my room I would never have seen him. Wyatt had become obsessed with hunting in the underworld. Come to think of it, I haven't talked to my brother since before mom died.
No demons have actually attacked me since I lost my powers but it was only a matter of time before a darklighter figured out that I was unprotected. I didn't fear this imminent attack. I didn't seem to care about anything now. Everything was numb. I felt nothing. Sometimes I long for death but I know that my mother gave her life so that I could live. Without her my life was nothing but hell.
Thanks to Nicole C. for the idea!