"I will be good, mom. Please don't hate me. I tried so hard just for you to love me, mom. Please…"

4. It was over? Not yet.

3:45

"Wyatt! Mel!"

Was the first call Piper could think of when she was reformed in the Manor. Before her eyes were standing the young boy with the soul piper still floating next to him, half eye opened. Under his foot was … Phoebe lying still.

"You, bastard!!!"

Without any hesitance, Piper pulled out the paper and chanted the spell.

"Now, you want to vankish me?" He burst into tears.

A pure pain broke the air. Each of his teardrops cut through the space, opened a spiral. Arms rose up from them, caught the boy, pulling him into the giant black spiral behind him. He raised his head once last time, looked at her with a quiet call for help.

Piper swung her head away, avoided those eyes… just to face other. The sound of wind was lower and lower but the soul piper was still floating before her. His eyes opened a little more and the flute sang a sad song.

"Phoebe!"

Paige ran to her unconscious sister and healed her. Her voice dragged Piper's attraction to the reality. She rushed to another room to find her children, didn't care about the soul piper fading.

"Wyatt! Mel! Where are you?"

"We're here, mom!" Wyatt called back from the conservatory.

And the demon was there, too. The nothing woman.

"No! You can't touch them, you can't take them!" Piper angrily waved her wrist toward the girl in black standing at the center of the room. The vase behind her was blown up and she just smiled.

"I already had what I want and what you don't want."

With her voice so soft like a wind, she faded into the air, left her words gradually sink into Piper's head.

"What did she do to you two?"

She kneeled down to her children height and checked their bodies to find any scratch.

"Nothing, mom. She vanquished the demon attacked aunt Phoebe and just looked at us." Wyatt tried to escape from her caressing hands.

"You're bleeding, mom." Mel pointed out a small cut in her mother's hand.

Piper gazed at the oozing blood. Where did I get that, she asked herself.

"It's okay, it's just a small cut, baby."

She held her baby girl tightly and lifted her up. The chubby arms embraced her neck. The warm breath played with her hair.

"You deserve the pain."

And the voice blew to Piper's body a tremble. It's not over.

5:00

Piper stood in her kitchen, concentrated in preparing the dishes. She didn't talk to anyone, let they think it was over. It's her own fight and she didn't want her children involve.

CLANG!

The shattered pieces of the glass dish lay on the floor, reflected the light of sunset, bathing the kitchen in the color of blood. Piper stared in her hand, then the spot next to her. It's used to have a small chair there… for a child to stand on and receive the washed dishes to wipe them. A child would chirp with her a thousand of stories happened at school or thousand of questions about everything around them. A child would help her cooking with chubby fingers put the cubes of sugar in a bowl carefully like a doctor in an operation. A child.

"Wyatt! Melinda!"

She shouted at the top of her lungs. I'm crazy, I'm crazy, she clutched her chest. Leo orbed in with Wyatt. He shushed.

"Mel was sleeping. What's wrong, Piper?"

Ignoring him, Piper grabbed her son's shoulder.

"You always help me cooking and washing, right? It's you, right, Wyatt. Please say yes, honey. Please say yes."

Leo was terrified, he quickly pulled her out of their son.

"You scared him, Piper. Calm down, calm down."

She moaned weakly.

"Please tell me, Wyatt."

"No, mom. I always broke the dish or something else so you never let me in your kitchen." Wyatt said with a quavering voice and eyes full of unshed tears. He ran away from his mom. Piper turned to her husband, asked with imploring look.

"Please tell me it was Mel helping me, Leo."

"Piper, she was four. How could she do something like that? You need to calm down, honey. You need to rest." He rubbed her back and caressed her hair, did everything usually calm her down.

Piper struggled with his arms and ran away. She grabbed the car key. She couldn't stay in the house any more. With all the accusing voices, with all the black eyes and questioning look.

She ran away.

7:00

Finally, she drove to her club. She had called for the manager to close it tonight because of all the chaos in her house. And now, she decided to check it, just to have something to do, to forget. The club was dark and quiet. She tiredly opened her office, stretched out her hand to the light button.

"Here is where it began!"

Piper looked up. The nothing woman was standing before her with her original form, no face, wearing the long kimono. On her hand was the boy sleeping soundly. And next to her, on the wall… was the same picture Piper had seen at the Asia market.

"I bought you home?" Piper was stunned.

"No, you brought me home." Was the strange answer.

Suddenly Piper felt something tug her. She turned to the wall behind her desk. Between a bunch of photo and Wyatt and Mel's pictures was a space. Enough for one picture… A picture of her with her head looked like a potato. She closed her eyes. And in the corner of the picture was the writing of a child just learnt how to write.

"Love Mommy best. Chris."

Warm tears found way to run down her cheek. Chris. Her son.

"CHRIS!"

"It was too late!"

The nothing woman walked into her own picture with Chris on her arms. Piper collapsed to the floor, sank into the unbelievable pain and guilty. She had killed her own child, she had pushed him into hell by her own hand.

"CHRIS!"