"No."

"Piper, you need to."

"I can't."

"Look, we're in a hurry. You have to take care of Chris – or you can go take care of the club. Your choice."

"Can't Paige or Pheobe watch Chris?"

"Well, they thought you could use some time alone with your new son so they took Wyatt to the park."

"I can't go to the club Leo."

"Then you can watch Chris." Leo ended the conversation by orbing from the room.

Piper sank onto the bed. She could not believe her husband and sisters did this to her – did this to Chris. She couldn't take care of him. Not the way he deserved to be taken care of.

"Well maybe he won't even wake up and then I won't have to deal with this." She covered back up with the blanket. She attempted to sleep but worried she would miss the cries of her son – and let him down yet again.

Cries came from the baby monitor. Piper left the bedroom and walked toward the nursery. She picked up her son. "Ssh." She attempted to soothe him. "What's wrong?"

She checked him over – he didn't need a diaper, he didn't seem hungry. "You must want some attention kiddo?"

She cuddled with him and attempted to sing to him, but Chris continued to cry. Piper walked back to the crib and placed him back in it. She retreated back to her bedroom crying. "God, I can't do this, I can't even make him stop crying." She opened the door to her closet and sank into the corner.

She could hear the sounds of his crying on the baby monitor. "You don't need me. I'm just going to let you down anyway." She curled up in the corner of the closet. "I can't do this anymore. Maybe I need to get rid of him. Maybe I should just..."

She couldn't stand herself anymore. She just thought about killing her son.

She needed to feel pain. She needed to hurt herself the way she hurt others. She felt like she needed to die but knew she was too scared to follow through with that. She was worthless to anyone.

She left the closet and walked into the bathroom. She grabbed the disposable razor and broke it. She wrenched the razor blade from inside and returned to her hiding place in the closet.

She sank into the closet and realized Chris was still crying. She grabbed the razor blade and began to cut her left arm. Just a small cut. God it felt so much better. She was hurting - feeling the pain she was causing for Chris. It seemed like it was a little more even now. Chris couldn't hurt her – but she could hurt herself. She made another cut.