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Note: I’m just making up the dates, etc. These are basically just everyday journal entries based on what I think Prue was or is thinking.

May 27,1998
8:37 pm

Dear Journal,

I’ve had enough. After today, I’ve decided that doing this witch thing isn’t worth it. I’ve been a tad bit reluctant this whole time, but I guess I kind of grew into the whole idea that either we accepted our heritage or we died. I’ll admit that I’m proud of whom we are and what we’re meant to do. Protect innocent people. Not bad huh? Over the past couple of months my sisters and I have learned about our powers and defeated various evils. It was always the same thing. Find out what we’re supposed to vanquish, kill it and save our innocent. It was always that way. I don’t know why this time had to be any different. How come we lost our innocent this time? What did we do differently? What did we do wrong? How come it had to be Andy? How come he didn’t listen to me when I told him that Rodriguez was out of his hands. If only he hadn’t come he would still be alive. If only I had convinced him to stay away he’d still be alive.
God Andy, why did he have to be stubborn? Why did he have to act like the Knight riding in on a white horse to save the damsel in distress? He always was so protective. But couldn’t he have listened to me for just one time? Then he would still be alive.
I attended his funeral today. Detective Morris says that they’re still searching for Rodriguez. A pretty hopeless search I say. At least I sent that bastard to hell. For some reason though, that doesn’t seem to make Andy’s death feel any better. You would think that because I killed his killer it prevented him from dying in vain. Maybe it did, but it doesn’t make matters any better for me. Where was I when he was killed? Unconscious. If only I had been awake, maybe I could have stopped it somehow. My sisters and I had never lost an innocent, never. We had been in tough times before, but we always managed to come out on top. Why did Andy have to be the first one we had to lose? Why does fate and destiny always manage to do the worst things? Why do people have to die? Why did Andy—God, Andy? It’s all my fault. He shouldn’t have died because of me. Because of me. I’m going to go now; I’m getting myself all worked up.