A/N: It's been a while. Holidays. I did a week straight spending more than five hours every day with family. That's tiring. And this chapter has been difficult to write, which is why I kept putting it off. I think I wrote it pretty well, but any constructive criticism would be really appreciated. This chapter could possibly be rated R, I'm not sure exactly. And sorry for the long wait.

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Chapter Five: Slipped

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Where is it? She frantically pushed objects around in the back of the cabinet. I remember putting it back here. And then I moved it. Shit. Where'd I put- the medicine cabinet. As she started to sit up, she slammed her head on the underside of the sink.

"Shit." She whispered as she carefully pulled herself out of the cabinet and stood up. She rubbed the back of her head as she reached up with her other hand to the top of the medicine cabinet. She felt around on the dusty surface until her fingertips hit cold metal. She picked up the object and brought it down to eye level. "Perfect."

She sat down on the floor in the middle of the bathroom. She pulled up the sleeve of her robe and stared at her slightly scarred flesh. Do I really want to go back? It was so hard last time. Do I really want to put myself through that hell again? But if it's just this once...

Giving in, she pressed the blade to the inside of her forearm and slowly dragged it across her skin. As a line of blood appeared, she felt a release that she hadn't felt in thirteen years. But it wasn't enough. She put the metal to her arm and made another tear in her skin. And another. Before she had realized it, her entire arm was covered in bleeding wounds. As she stared, the blood began running down the sides of her arm, threatening to make a mess.

Shaking in panic, she hastily stood up and walked over to the toilet. As she sat down, she grabbed a handful of toilet paper and pressed it to her arm. Slowly, the realization of what she had done hit her. I shouldn't have done that. What happens if they find out? They can't. I can get through this without them finding out. I kept it hidden last time, I can do it again. And I've only done it once, and I'm not going to do it again. So there's really nothing to worry about. They'll never know.

After a few minutes and much more toilet paper, the cuts had stopped bleeding. She stood up, flushed down the blood-soaked papers and pushed down her sleeve. She walked over to where she left the razorblade on the floor and picked it up. She put it back where she had found it earlier. No one will find it there. And if I need it again, I'll know where to find it. But I won't need it again. This was just a one time thing. It's not going to happen again. Ever.

Until she tasted the familiar taste of salt on her lips, she hadn't realized she had been crying. Quickly, she wiped her eyes and threw the bathroom door open. As Prue walked out the door, she spotted Phoebe coming around the corner. She attempted to go into her room before she was noticed, but it was too late.

"Prue," She turned to face her baby sister. At the sight of Prue's disheveled hair and watery eyes, concern smothered over Phoebe's lively expression. "What's wrong, sweetie?" She asked softly.

I could tell her. But it wouldn't be fair to her. She doesn't need anymore pain in her life. "Nothing." Prue replied in a harsh tone. She brushed past Phoebe and went in to her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Phoebe winced as the loud bang resonated through the empty manor. Shoving away the hurt that came with her sister shutting her out, she turned towards Prue's closed bedroom door. That was definitely something, Prue. Something really bad.