hris, what the fuck did you just do? Wyatt mused as he watched Chris slowly leave the kitchen. He

hadn't seen one of Chris's outbursts for years. If it hadn't been for the tension in the room, he might

have laughed. His parents on the other hand didn't find the situation quite so amusing. It looked like

his father carried the weight of the world and his mother had yet to blink. Great, now all three

members of his family was suffering from nervous breakdowns. Looked like he had a job cut out for

him." I'm dead" his mother stated. Her voice sounded was void of emotion. What was he suppose to

say to that? "How did she die, why couldn't we save her?" Leo looked utterly devastated. He was

going to lose his wife. How does one deal with something so devastating? "How do you think she

died dad?" despite Wyatt's best efforts there was a slight sound of irritation in his voice. "We would

have saved her if we were there, but since we weren't and Chris doesn't have healing abilities… I

can't tell you anymore dad okay? Chris would kill me, hell you would kill me." Wyatt sighed. Today

was going to be longer than yesterday. He really didn't think he had included any important

information in his statement, but after a few seconds, he could feel his mother's eyes burning holes

in his back. "Chris watched me die?" she whispered terrified.

Chris slowly closed the door, wanting nothing more than to slam it shut so hard it fell off its hinges.

Where was all his frustration coming from? He knew he was upset about Gideon, but why was he

mad at his mom? It wasn't her fault that she died, or was it? Maybe deep down he blamed her for

dying, blamed her for abandoning him. The memories of that day were still vivid in his mind. It had

been his 14th birthday. It had been a great day. All of his family and friends had come. His father had

to leave early of course, important meetings with the elders, which of course was business as usual.

Chris had long ago stopped caring about his father's presence. When he was little he used to get

really upset when his father let him down. He would stop speaking for hours. Poor Piper hadn't

known what to do, but she eventually figured that reassuring was the way to go. He would sit down

beside him; look him in the eye and say:" Chris, honey. You know your father loves you very much

right?" at this Chris used to shrug. Piper would sigh and hug him tight before telling him how

precious he was to his father. He couldn't help that he was busy. Leo was an elder, and sometimes

elders had to make sacrifices for the greater good. Sometimes we all had to make sacrifices for the

greater good. Over the years, every time his father let Chris down, she would tell him this story, and

every time he would care less and less.

Chris had fun that day. When his friends and family left, he was content. Chris went to bed early

while his mother was cleaning up. Wyatt had snuck up again, right under his mother's nose. Chris had

stopped wondering where his brother went to after dark. He went nearly every night, but always

came back without a scratch. Chris had been worried at first and desperately tried to stop Wyatt

from leaving or figure out where he went, but Chris knew Wyatt could take care of himself. It must

have been a little past midnight. Chris was ripped out of his sleep by strange noises downstairs.

Strange noises in the Halliwell house usually meant one thing, demons. His mother, being the

overprotective person she was, had forbidden him to go after demons alone. Therefore, he

immediately went to his brothers room, but the fact that Wyatt wasn't there weren't a surprise. He

would have to do the demon hunting alone. Chris quietly went down to the first floor. The noise was

gone and he couldn't see anything suspicious. "Mom" he called out, but he didn't get any answers.

She was probably asleep. Before he went back to bed, he decided to get himself a glass of water.

Chris turned on the lights in the kitchen. That's when he saw the sight that is forever burned into his

mind. His mother was laid there, on the floor, panting heavily. She was covered in her own blood

barely conscious. "Mom" Chris screamed, and was by her side in a flash. "Just keep calm okay mom,

everything is going to be okay" he didn't know if he was talking to his mother or himself.

"DAD, Wyatt, MOM'S HURT" Chris bellowed at the top of his lungs. He was expecting sparkling orbs,

but neither family member showed up. If only his aunt were alive, then she would have come.

Breathe slowly Chris. Try to stop the bleeding. Apply pressure at the wound. Chris quickly grabbed a

kitchen towel, pressuring it across a wound on his mother's stomach. She flinched at the contact.

"Chris" she rasped. "Its okay honey, it's okay" he didn't notice tears rolling down his cheeks. "DAD,

WYATT". Please. "Chris I love you, always remember that" his mother was having trouble breathing

and making choking noises. " I know mom, don't talk okay, everything's going to be okay" Chris tried

his best to put on a smile for his mother but inside he was panicking. "Everything happens for a

reason Chris, you just remember that. I love you. I love all my tree boys, just remember" tears were

rolling down Pipers cheeks. She knew her time was up. Chris knew it too. He could feel her life leave

her body as she drew her last breath.

"DAD"

"Wyatt"

"SOMEBODY HELP ME"

Nobody came. His mother's soul left her body leaving nothing but an empty shell behind. Chris cried

clinging to his mother's body until he ran out of tears. After that he just sat there, holding Pipers

cold, limp, dead body. That was how his father had found him a couple of hours later, still clutching

her, refusing to let go. Leo had been beside himself with grief, but his first responsibility was to his

sons. Chris had gone into a state of shock and didn't even notice it when his father lifted him away

from his mother's body. He didn't notice it when Leo drew him into a tight embrace. He didn't notice

when Wyatt came home. He didn't notice when chaos erupted and everybody went into a state of

grief and panic. Chris didn't notice. He was lost to the outside world. The only thing Chris did notice.

The only thing Chris could see, were his mother's dead eyes staring at him.

Chris snapped out of his trip to memory lane. It hadn't been a pleasant one. He could still feel the

blood on his hands, and his mother body was still in the corner of his eyes. A wave of nausea came

over him. I think I'm going to be sick.

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