A.N.: This chapter is dedicated to PrudencePiperHalliwell for being the first to review to this story. Thanks Nik. I'm REALLY sorry it's taken me so long to update. When I started writing this, I never expected the amount of work and everything that piled up on me. I'm almost done with two of my other stories and when I finish with those I'll definitely have more time for this story. And don't worry, I WILL finish it.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that will be mentioned here.

Summary: "On the bright side, he's only one. He's not going to remember it." One birthday party leads into another, which leads into his family missing everything. Now that he's sixteen, Chris is feeling the pain…and letting it out the only way he can.

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Forgotten Birthdays

A Halliwell Child

(Chris's POV)

My name is Christopher Perry Halliwell-Wyatt. My parents are Piper Halliwell and Leo Wyatt. I have a brother named Wyatt Matthew Halliwell-Wyatt. He's two years older than me. My mom has two sisters, Aunty Phoebe and Aunty Paige. Aunty Phoebe is married to Uncle Dex. They have a baby named Melinda. I love my family very much, but sometimes I'm not sure that they love me.

My mommy once told me that I was a mistake and that I never should have been born. But she was mad at me then. I know that she didn't really mean it. My daddy tries to love me, but he loves Wyatt more. Wyatt always protects me from them. He's a great big brother. He's my bestest friend in the whole wide world.

Today is a really special day though. I turned five. Yeah, that's right, it's my birthday. When I woke up, my big brother was jumping on my bed telling me to hurry up and wake up. He said that I had presents downstairs.

I hadn't gotten presents last year. My mommy told me that I was a bad boy and that I didn't deserve to get any. Wyatt and Daddy yelled at Mommy for that. I orbed to me and Wyatt's special spot. It's on the top of a bridge where we can look at all the small cars below us. It's so quiet up there. Sometimes it's a little creepy, but I love to go up there and think. I go there a lot right after Mommy yells at me.

After Wy ran downstairs I got dressed really fast. I saw all my family downstairs. I peeked my head into the kitchen and saw that everyone was getting ready to go on a trip. I bounced into the room and said, "Morning everybody."

Everyone was talking, but nobody said anything to me. It wasn't a surprise, my family didn't talk to me like they did to everyone else. I sat next to Wyatt and asked, "What's everyone doing?"

Wyatt turned to me and said, "Hey, Chris. I didn't see you there. We're going on a picnic!"

"Really, cool!"

Aunt Phoebe looked over at us and looked surprised to see me, "Chris! How's it going little one?"

I nodded and stole an apple from the table. Before I could bite into it though, I felt a stinging pain on my hand and let the apple drop. A second later I noticed Mom in front of me with her finger pointed in my face, "You can't have one of those. And what are you wearing? Go change and come back down when you're clothes are acceptable."

I sighed and stood up slowly. I looked at Wyatt to see if he would defend me again, but he had his head down so he couldn't see me. What was wrong with everyone today? They were acting like they didn't know it was my birthday. I looked down at what I was wearing and saw that there was nothing wrong with it. It's not Mom's fault. I know it's mine. I should try harder to be a better son, like Wyatt.

I came back downstairs a few minutes later, but I didn't hear anything in the kitchen. I went in there and saw that everyone was gone. They had left me behind. I could feel the tears in my eyes, but I'm five, I'm a big boy now, I can't cry. I tried to do what Daddy and Wyatt do to find out where people are, but I couldn't do it right. I called out for Daddy and Wyatt and Paige, but nobody came. I sat down in the big chair that Mommy and Daddy love to sit in and started crying.

A.N.: Did I say I was sorry for taking so long, even if I did, I'm still really sorry. I swear I didn't mean to take so long. And I'm still really sorry hat it's so short. Can you guys please review for me, even if it's to tell me that you hate me for taking so long? I just want to here what you have to say.