1Charmed: The Return
Disclaimer: See Chapter One.
Summary: After their parents' deaths, the Charmed Children moved on with their lives. Now they return home to where it all started and to the world they turned their backs on.
Author's Note: The year for this fiction is 2032. That means, the Halliwells died in 2027. Long paragraphs or sentences that are in italics are flashbacks, and any words that are in italics are just like that to show emphasis. There is mild language and violence in this chapter.
Chapter Sixteen: Red
My days have passed away, my
thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my
heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
– Job 17:11-12
Wyatt Halliwell sat in the downstairs living room. A cup coffee in his hand as he looked at the rain falling from the window. His eyes were built up with unexpressed tears that threatened to expose his vulnerability. His younger brother sat in one of the arm chairs. He sat with a rugged, tense demeanor. His eyes were fixed on Wyatt. Rachel Dean sat on the couch, next to Wyatt. Her vulnerability showing as brightly as Wyatt's. The two were the victims of their past. Sam sat on the arm of the couch, next to Wyatt to offer support. And Rose was in the other arm chair.
Wyatt cleared his throat and began. "I guess it all started in high school. I wasn't the most popular kid and some older students made it well known. I was different from them. I had the power to make them sorry with the wave of a hand. I was an emotional basket case added to the twice blessed destiny and my life seemed to spiral out of control. I use to cut myself towards the end of high school, and one night I cut to deep. The reason no one ever knew was that I would heal myself after cutting."
"Wait, I thought you couldn't heal yourself." Chris interrupted.
"I can't. I used magic to do so. Anyways, I cut too deep one night, after I got into a hassle with this guy at school. It was that night that Dad found out about it. He saw me bleeding through my sweatshirt. He never told Mom or anyone about it. He confronted me and we talked for quite sometime. He helped me see the realities of the world I live in and the pressure of magic."
"Dad knew, and he never told Mom or me?" Chris asked. Wyatt glared at him.
"My business wasn't to be shared with you or mom. Maybe you never noticed but Mom and you were like the golden mother-son relationship."
"And you and dad weren't the golden father-son relationship?" Chris said snottily.
"The only reason Dad and I were like the way we were is because you and Mom were the way you were! Dad understood me."
"And he felt like he needed to protect you, blah, blah, blah. That's what mom said whenever I asked why dad and you were always together."
"Chris, knock it off and let him finish." Rose said, and Chris sat quietly.
"Anyways, after Mom and Dad died, I got worse. I couldn't concentrate and kept getting angry. The person I was dating at the time told me to see a psychiatrist and they recommended one for me. She put me on lithium, and said that I exhibited classic bi-polar symptoms."
"Some girl gave you the smart notion to see a psychiatrist, when you should have been seeing one since high school." Chris said.
"Something like that." Wyatt spoke with dripping sarcasm. "We have other problems to deal with right now, so let's just skip the long story and say this, I went to a psychiatric hospital for two weeks following a bad breakup and manic episode. I'm crazy, okay. I've accepted that I have a mental health problem, that I struggle with everyday, now can we please focus on the more important things in our life and not worry about whether or not I've been hiding shit from you. For example, we have a homicide investigation probing our lives, a group of Superior Demons trying to destroy our lives and the FBI coming in to take our blood and prove we're witches. Now what seems more important? My mental health status or the afore mentioned?"
"But Wyatt, how can we help you if all you want to do is change the subject?" Chris accused.
"Because, by solving our magical mistakes, we're helping me. You don't know what it's like to wake up every morning and feel alienated from your own family." Wyatt said, his eyes meeting those of Sam.
"Alienated?" Rose asked curiously.
"I killed Ali. I couldn't save her, and I know you all blame me. I don't need to be an empath to know that you're all upset with me."
"Wyatt, we don't blame you. It's just healing never failed before and it confuses the hell out of us." Rachel said soothingly.
"If I wasn't mentally ill, then my powers wouldn't be so screwed up. I feel like I've lost who I am, and I'm not sure I believe in this anymore." Wyatt said sadly, waving his arms around the room.
"What? Magic?" Sam asked.
And Wyatt looked up at Sam, with a seriousness in his eyes, "I'm not sure I believe in life anymore."
A silence drifted around the room, and everyone stood in their spot, as if time had frozen. Chris was the first to react, "Stop talking bullshit, Wyatt." His tone was cold and distant.
"Don't tell me, I'm not serious. You don't know what it has been like to deal with all of this." Wyatt said, his tone matching that of his younger brother.
"That's because you don't let anyone in. You, Wyatt, are the expert at bottling your emotions and hiding them from everyone, yourself included."
"Chris, I don't think picking a fight with him is going to do any good right now." Sam said, sticking up for his older cousin and friend.
"You would say that because you're just as screwed up as him."
Sam's face contorted with anger. "Sorry that we aren't as smart as you, or as perfect! But some of us actually struggle with our lives!"
"My life is anything but perfect!" Chris yelled back.
"Really, then how come all you can do is attack Wyatt, your brother, for his faults?" Sam roared back.
"I do not attack him. I just ask for the truth!"
"And he has told you the truth now lets move on!" Sam roared back once again.
"Wyatt, needs to stop bottling everything!" Chris roared, as his pager beeped.
"Chris, I'm not like you. I keep things to myself because I don't want to bother everyone with my issues!"
Chris just stared at him, as he reached into his pocket and looked at his pager.
"I have to go." Chris said, as he pocketed the pager.
"Oh to run off to Cassie, I'm sure."
"Actually, Sam, a set of remains was found in a ditch. I'm running off to the dead." Chris said. His eyes looking at his brother, and flashed a dark red color…that no one saw.
Deep in the underworld…a plot was brewing.
Sorry for the delay! Read and Review!! An update soon! I know its short, but now that I am on vacation from college, I have more time to devote to my fiction. Again, I apologize!
Thank you, Damien455