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Chapter 11 - Secret's Out ...
(Phoebe's POV, by Jess / motormouth2005)
I hovered outside Piper's door awkwardly. After my little argument with Prue, I felt closer to my big sister than I had done in a long time, but I ignored Paige's little nidges and "Tell-her" looks. I just didn't know how to say it - or make her believe it. This is Prue. She's seventeen, she hasn't believed in magic for about ten years.
So instead I decided to tell Piper. I knew she'd believe me, just because she trusts me. She'd know I was telling the truth.
And she could help me tell Prue.
So I left my oldest sister and my youngest sister still hugging - I hoped Paige would tell Prue about those girls at school calling her "Annie" - and came up here.
"Hey Pheebs, come talk to me," Piper said brightly. and gestured her to sit down on the bed. She looked suddenly guilty, but I didn't know why.
"Pheebs, what's going on, are you ok?" She asked quickly, and I realised I was close to tears.
Everything's changing ... Grams' gone, and now I've ... turned us into witches, and Grams isn't around to help us.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied, still wondering how to say it. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Phoebe, what's going on?" She asked, seeing straight through me. Damn.
"OK, well, I ..." I paused, still unsure what to say. "I found a book in the attic." I blurted. A look of confusion spread across her face.
"Attic?"
"Yeah, that so-called closet at the top of the hall." I replied, still a little annoyed that we'd gone so long not knowing it was an attic. For some reason I kept thinking about when we were younger, playing hide and seek. There's some great places to hide in that big dusty room.
"Oh," She looked at me, considering what I'd said. After a long pause, she began to speak.
"What type of book?"
I hesitated. Things have started looking up for Piper, with that nice guy and everything. And I'm about to question our whole lives, our family, our past and our future.
"It doesn't matter." I stated heavily. I know I can't keep it to myself for long - if the book's right, demons and warlocks are going to be bursting the door down soon ...
"If it matters to you it matters." She said gently. She's always said that to me. No matter what I wanted to tell her, I'd always say it didn't matter and she'd say that.
"OK." I paused, licking my lips nervously. "It's a book of witchcraft."
"A book of what?" She looked mildly surprised, and confused. But she didn't look like she believed me.
See? Everything's changing.
"Witchcraft." I said, and to both of our surprise hot tears spilled down my face. I can't do this, I can't do this alone. Dad left, mum left, now Grams. I can't lose my sisters too ...
But thanks to me, we're all in a position to die.
"Calm down Phoebe and start from the beginning." Piper said, throwing her school book onto the floor, and twisting round so she was facing me completely. Why did I feel like I was in trouble?
"The other night, I ... I had this dream." I told her, trying to wipe the tears away - and failing miserably. The dream ... mum ... death.
"A dream?" She prompted.
"Mum was in it." I continued. I would never forget what she'd said to me - it was probably the last thing I'd ever hear in my mothers voice - a voice I could barely remember.
"She told me to be strong, we could get through this, and to stick together - I think she meant for us to stick together - and I told her we ... we are barely talking, we're not a family any more." I looked at the floor guiltily. "And she said we were, I'll always have my family, and ... she said "The Power Of Four". Then she told me to go to the attic, be well and blessed be."
Piper's eyes were shining, she looked tearful.
"You're so lucky." She told me. "To get to speak to her like that ... Even in a dream …"
"Right. I know. So I ... I went looking for the attic, and found it, then found this book ... Hang on." I jumped up, ran into my room and heaved the book from under the bed. Piper looked at me weirdly when I struggled back into her room with it.
I opened the first page and waited for her to read the title before flipping to the next.
"Then I read this ... uh ... aloud. I thought it was a weird poem, but ... it's a spell." I told her nervously. She read it quickly, then looked at me, her eyes wide.
"What have you done?" She whispered. She didn't sound mad - she sounded scared, but - and I might be mistaken - a little bit exited.
"I think I turned us into witches." I said, and cried harder, thicker and faster.
"Shh. It's OK." She put her arm around me, and flipped to the next page. "Have you read this?" She asked me. I nodded.
"And I think it's all true. I think we're those sisters." I told her. She looked at me.
"I ... I think so too."
I beamed at her. "OK, listen. These powers, right? well, downstairs, I think Prue might've used hers - telekinesis. I'm not sure, but I think so. So have you seen -" I was about to ask if she'd have visions, then I remembered ... the first day back at school, that dream I'd had ... the dream had been real, I'd seen those boys get hit, walking home.
"Oh my god." I whispered.
"What?"
"Remember walking home, after our first day back at school? Remember those boys got hit?"
"The ones on the rollor blades?"
"Yeah. Well I'd dreamed it the night before, I saw it happen, before it did." She looked at me, still confused. I pointed at one word on the page before us. "Premonitions. It's one of the powers. My power." I grinned at her. I have a power. A real one. "OK, think. Have you frozen anything, or -"
She gasped, and clapped her hand over her mouth.
"You've frozen something?" I asked exited. She nodded.
"I think I froze Leo today. Just for a few seconds but ... oh, wow."
"So if I'm right about Prue, Paige can ... Orb." I rolled the unfamiliar word around my mouth. "It means to dispapear then reappear in another place." I said, reading the faded words.
"Have you told Prue?" She asked. I shook my head.
"But I told Paige." I added, as she stood up. "Where are you going?"
"To get Prue. And Paige ... I'm not leaving her alone downstairs with that weirdo." She added, screwing her face up.
"What if she's mad at me? Prue?"
"She wont be. Tell her what you told me. She'll understand. It's our ... destiny." She said the word with distaste, but shot me a smile.
I told Prue the story in basically the same way, with Paige and Piper inputting.
"Are you out of your mind?" She asked, her arms folded across her chest.
"Prue ... This is our destiny." Piper told her.
"And in your heart you know it's real." I added. "You know we're witches."
She looked at all of us in turn, then her eyes settled on me.
"It's just not possible." She whispered.
"It is. And you know it." Paige said. "Downstairs ... when all the books fell ... I think you did it."
"It's your power." I told her.
"It's a coincedence."
"What were you thinking when it happened? What were you feeling?" Piper asked her. Prue rolled her eyes.
"I don't know ... I was ... I was ... mad, I guess."
"About what?" I asked slyly. Some people, like Prue, need to see to believe. Well I can do that.
"I ... It's not fair, you know?" She said suddenly. "I have to deal with all of this, deal with you, I'm hurting too, she was my grandmother as well, but you expect me to be strong, to - to - fix everything. Did you ever think that maybe I might need some help!"
As she neared the end of her sentence, Pipers dresser began to shake ... and as she yelled her last word, all the stuff on top of it shot across the room with the force of a bullet.
"Anger. You move things when your angry, or upset." I told her. "Now do you believe me?"
She looked at the things on the floor, and her eyes stopped on a photograph. Of mum, grams and us. It was taken so long ago, when we were young, mum was alive and we ... we were a family.
"Yes. I do." Prue breathed.
Maybe magic can make us a family again.
