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"Hey Piper!" Prue said, approaching the bar at P3.
"Can you get back here? I ‘m stressing one of my managerial staff just quit and a bartender ‘s got the flu so I can ‘t work it all myself right now."
"Ok, as long as you‘ll calm down. What about Phoebe?"
"Studying her little ass off AGAIN!" Piper said, with concern.
"God, if she doesn‘t take a break, she‘ll make herself ill. Trust me, I learned that the hard way!"
"Prue you had a lot to worry about”" Piper tried to explain.
"Piper, I have erased that part of my past from memory. Please let ‘s not rehash it”" Prue said in a detached fashion.

Come waste your millions here
Secretly she sneers
Another corporate show
A guilty conscience grows
I'll feel a guilty conscience grow
I'll feel a guilty conscience grow

She burns like the sun
And I can't look away
And she'll burn our horizons make no mistake

Come let the truth be shared
No-one ever dared
To break these endless lies
Secretly she cries

The next morning”
"Phoebe” Phoebe wake up”" Prue leant over her baby sister. "Phoebe”" she said a little louder. She reached out and tried to find a place where she could awake her sister by shaking her that she didn ‘t need to be wary off. She had a troubled past and it had left her very wary of hers and her sisters privacy and body.
She settled for a shoulder. Shaking it gently, Phoebe gradually woke up.
"NNNnnnnnffff”what time is it Prue?" She asked groggily.
"Seven thirty. I ‘ve got a photo shoot at eight and Piper ‘s still sleeping since she didn ‘t get home till about four in the morning. So I thought I ‘d best wake you up. When ‘s your first class?"
"Nine. Where ‘s your photo shoot?"
"I dunno. Mr. Corso is giving me my assignment when I get to work. I think it ‘ll be out of the bay area though, since I have to get there at 8."

Prue got in her car and drove to the office.
"So Mr. Corso, where ‘s my shoot?"
"Well it ‘s Pier 39, I know how clich’ that is but you can take some amazing shots of there you see. You ‘ll be photographing the Goo Goo Dolls in front of the sun, and take as many you want. We want a natural angle on what has come to be a fabricated band. Sound do-able?"
"Um sure." Prue suddenly felt uneasy. She had bad memories. More than bad. They largely exceeded bad. Bad didn ‘t even come close to her memories of Pier 39 and its surroundings. She grabbed her bag and the pamphlet with the details of the shot and got to her car. She needed to be there by nine. She leant on the steering wheel and let a few tears escape. She was returning to the one place she wanted to forget. But she sucked it up, and faced her fears. Again.
Prue arrived at the spot she had been instructed on Pier 39. She felt the dread rise up inside of her as she looked to the spot where, so many nights ago, she lost her innocence. She knew she couldn ‘t stay there to take photo ‘s of a band all day. Shakily, she rose from the seat in her car, wiped a few stray tears away and went to announce her arrival.
She walked past that very spot. How ironic. A lovely tourist attraction was for her a little niche of hell. She used to love it here. She would drive her sisters down on Saturdays and they would watch the amazing view and eat ice creams. She could see the journalist who would be interviewing them while she took photos. An old acquaintance, as it turned out. Her name was Carrie. They ‘d been in highschool together and Prue was only about 2 years older than Carrie. Carrie motioned to her to sit down and Prue absently took a seat.
"Hey Prue, you ok? You look really nervous about something."
"Um, it ‘s nothing. Just memories of this place, they ‘re anything but good."
Carrie decided not to pry. She knew what Prue was like and she remembered how Prue was all good in early high school. She always got excellent reports, never mind her age. She was always so popular, but in the later portion of her high school education, she seemed to shrink away. She gave up the head cheerleading position, and regressed to a regular cheerleader.
"I actually don ‘t feel too good.”Prue stood up looking extremely queasy. "I might call Mr. Corso”" her voice trailed off as she threw up and then hit the deck, unconscious.

Come let the truth be shared
No-one ever dared
To break these endless lies
Secretly she cries

She burns like the sun
And I can't look away
And she'll burn our horizons make no mistake
And I'll hide from the world
Behind a broken frame*

~*FLASHBACK*~
"Grams, I ‘m headin ‘ toward the pier for a few hours to take some photos. I ‘ll be back before seven!" Prue yelled as she walked through the door.
A few minutes later and she was on that very pier taking photos of small unknowing children as they played. She felt some big strong hands, but yet also rather young hands, grab her around the eyes, shielding her view. He knocked her out and discreetly carried her off into a corner secluded by bushes and various plants. Perfect timing, he noted, the sun setting off into the horizon and by the time Prue regained consciousness, it was almost completely obscured.
She remembered croaking out "what are you doing to me?" with tears streaming down her ivory cheeks, her azure eyes now dulled in pain. He roughly thrust himself into her, again and again, causing her whole body to jerk in shock. ~**~

"Prue? Prue, wake up," a friendly looking paramedic said.
Prue immediately burst into tears, not wanting to speak a single letter of her story. She noticed that her shoulders were stinging. Exactly as they had done on that day. Sunburnt, again.
Come let the truth be shared
No-one ever dared
To break these endless lies
Secretly she cries

She burns like the sun
And I can't look away
And she'll burn our horizons make no mistake
And I'll hide from the world
Behind a broken frame

Tears pooled in Prue Halliwell ‘s mind upon awaking.
"Miss Halliwell?"
"Why? Why did you make me come back here? I have to leave”" Prue sat up on the stretcher and tried to stand but was overcome by a wave of dizziness when she saw everybody standing around her and the background. Her shoulders ached a little, but she couldn‘t place why.
"Miss Halliwell, there are counselors at the hospital. They can help you and refer you to another psychologist, if you wish."
"No, I just need to leave. I should be a free woman. I have my rights and I am not physically sick so I am leaving!" With all the strength and dignity she could muster, she steadily rose to her feet and walked back to her car.
Mr. Corso called her on while she was on her way home, more out of concern for one of his best photographers than anything. She told him that she didn‘t know what came over her, but that Pier 39 was not a good place for her. Even through the conversation, she felt ill through the simple connection of Pier 39 to that awful night.
Prue reached home a few minutes later. She went to her room, crawled into bed, cried, fell asleep and didn‘t come out for the rest of the day. She was the only safe place she knew. A place that wasn‘t marred by intrusion or violation or even one by her passion for witchcraft.

The radio alarm woke Prue up at 7am, with Staind belting his guts out on his excellent song "Outside" and it immediately made Prue just crawl back into bed.

"All the times that I've cried,
all this wasted it's all inside
and i feel all this pain
Stuffed it down it's back again
and i lie here in bed
all alone i can't mend"
Prue shot out of bed and slammed her hand on the snooze button before she started crying hysterically. ‘And what a clich’ ‘ she thought. ‘Crying over a song on the radio!"

At 7.15, Piper was banging on her door (‘Just leave me alone! ‘ Prue thought) asking if Prue was gonna get up.
"Um, I ‘m not feeling too good Piper, I‘ll call Mr.. Corso and tell him at eight”"
"Ok"

When, by 8.15, Prue was still upstairs and had obviously not called Mr. Corso, Piper picked up the phone and rang him herself.
"Hi this is Piper Halliwell, Prue ‘s sister. I was wanting to talk to Mr. Corso?"
"Sure I‘ll put you right through," the friendly secretary answered.
"Gil Corso, how is Prue?"
"What you know about Prue?"
"Sure, she had a shoot at Pier 39 with the GooGoo Dolls yesterday, but another photographer took up her assignment when she was sick and passed out."
"She what?! Well, I just called to tell you that she can ‘t come in today, although she must have had like 20 hours sleep, she ‘s still under the weather I ‘m afraid."
"Just make sure she gets better, that girl is quality, I can ‘t lose her."
"I will do. Bye."
Piper hung up the phone and stayed downstairs until Prue came down.

An hour later, Prue unsteadily came downstairs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her shoulders were sun burnt, just like last time she fell asleep in the sun on Pier 39.
"Prue are you ok honey?" she asked concerned.
"Um not exactly. You called Mr. Corso for me didn‘t you?"
"Woah you read this book fast”"
"He told you everything didn‘t he?"
"Yeah, now its your turn to spill. What were you doing by Pier 39?"
"Throwing up and passing out it seems. I was there to shoot for the GooGoo Dolls. That ‘s why."
"Prue you know you‘ve got issues with that place."
"I didn‘t have a choice. If I ignored what happened it ‘d all be a nightmare, it would exist in a parallel to this world, but it wouldn‘t be real. I wouldn‘t have to live with it. But it is really Piper. And yesterday I had to relieve everything. The excitement in his eyes when I screamed, the way he looked over his shoulder, to check his cover, then when he saw no one was coming, the way he ‘d smile as if I deserved it."
Piper picked up the phone and dialed Phoebe ‘s cell.
"Um, Phoebe, in your psych. Classes, have you learnt anything about admitting or re-entering your past?"
"Good past or bad past?"
"Unfortunate past."
"Well generally that it causes a great disturbance and if it ‘s not exactly a PC past, it can leave someone emotionally shell shocked. Why?"
Phoebe braced herself as one word came to mind. Prue.
"All I can say is Pier 39. Guess who had a photo shoot there yesterday."
"Let ‘s guess, she barely survived the torment and now refuses to leave her room."
"Something like that but I can ‘t be sure because she just won ‘t talk about it. I didn ‘t even find out from her it was her boss, Mr. Corso."
"K, I‘ll be home in five, Pipe."

When Phoebe was back at the manor, she immediately wanted to see Prue. The girl needed to come out of her shell. She knocked on her door repeatedly. Finally getting no answer, she just walked into her sister ‘s room. The bed was made, with no lumps or bumps in between. Scared, Prue may be, but she wasn‘t entirely dense. She knew that if she made it look like her body was in the bed, Phoebe or Piper would walk up to the bed and check on her. Phoebe noticed the window was ajar. Oh-oh. Prue had done exactly what she did ten years ago. She had climbed through her window and left. Probably when she knew Piper was on the phone so she wouldn‘t hear the roar of the engine.

PRUE ‘S P.O.V

She drove her car near the Pier and walked the rest of the way. It was a quiet day. The bad weather of late ensured a minimal level of tourism. She made herself sit down in the spot where it happened, "Face your fears" she said in her head. Suddenly, two large hands came over her face. She started whimpering as a flannel came before her eyes, just as Bane had done.

"Shut up slut" her captor muttered in a low voice, not quite demonic though.

"I ‘ll take this one, you take that one," Piper said.
"K." Phoebe put her hand on the door knob and got herself thrown into another premonition. A man leaving looking pleased with himself and extremely confidant, strode into the hallway, wearing only jeans and boots. Heavy boots. He had a menacing look in his eye.
Phoebe came out of the premonition feeling very dizzy, she ‘d never had 3 within the space of 15 minutes. She was drained, but knew how strong she had to be for Prue ‘s sake. She opened the door and cried out at what she saw. Prue, laid, unconscious, on the mattress from her premonition, with only a towel covering what Prue would like covered. She was directly underneath the sunroof, her shoulders already a pinky/red.
"Um Piper?!" Phoebe yelled. "Piper, we ‘re too late, it ‘s happened already”" Phoebe pointed to Prue, indicating the obvious rape.
"Why?" was the only word that escaped Piper ‘s throat. They managed to rouse Prue from her death-like state of unconsciousness enough to wrap the towel and a coat over her and have Piper lead her to the car. Phoebe picked up the clothes and carried them out with her.
"Get her in the backseat and drop me off so I ‘ll pick up the car so I can go see Darryl with these clothes. Oh, and get her to a hospital”we don ‘t know what that bastard did to her." Phoebe said tactically.
They got in the car and were on their way.
Phoebe got her cell phone from her bag and called Darryl.
"Prue ‘s been in trouble Darryl."
"Your kind or my kind?"
"Yours I ‘m afraid. And that ‘s what ‘s so scary. Remove the demons from this world and it can still be an evil place."
"What happened to her? Are you coming to the station?"
"I think she was raped”I had a premonition of this guy stripping her while she was unconscious and then he opened a sunroof for some reason. When we got there, her shoulders were a bit sun burnt. Well as I said we think he raped her because when we got there, he was gone, her clothes were ripped”God Darryl, how can people do this to other human beings?"
"Phoebe, I‘m really sorry but I ‘m in homicide, I don ‘t deal with rape”but if there ‘s any signs of attempted and unfulfilled murder, the ball ‘s back in my court. Can you come down to the station?"
"I ‘m on my way now."
"Good, do you have any evidence on your person?"
"I have her ripped clothes. Piper ‘s taken her to the hospital, and she ‘s wearing the towel her threw over her and her coat. I‘ll be there in five minutes."

Piper laid the unconscious Prue in the backseat of her jeep. She let a few tears escape and got in the car. She immediately took her to the hospital. If they went home, Prue would be sure to shower, to get the feeling of being dirty out of her. If that happened, the only evidence would be the wounds and the ripped clothes, and those two factors do not equal a rape.
Arriving at the hospital, Piper left Prue in the car and walked into the Emergency Room to get some assistance she didn‘t want to hurt her sister even more.
"Um can I get some help? My sister ‘s been attacked, I think it was rape and she ‘s unconscious in my car”" Piper said, breaking herself.
"Say no more miss." The kind nurse called two female assistants with a gurney and the three women set out to the jeep. Getting Prue on the gurney, they took the jacket off, left the towel wrapped around her and wrapped her in a blanket, taking her to room with Piper at her side, where she could be examined.

"Could you give us a statement miss?" The officer who was dealing with the rape of Prue Halliwell asked Phoebe, who was staring off into space. "Miss?"
"Oh, sorry. What was that?"
"Could you give a statement of the conditions you found your sister in, and the way in which you found her?"
"Um well my sister, Piper, and I knew that Prue was at Pier 39. She had bad memories of that place, so we knew she ‘d be a bit distant. We were worried, so after she left, so did we, but only about twenty minutes later I guess we didn‘t even know she had gone. So we drove to Pier 39 and the only sign of Prue was her car. So we were even more worried and considering what happened ten years ago”we knew she would be in trouble”"
"What happened ten years ago?"
"She was raped by Michael Nickels."
Phoebe halted giving her statement while the officer did a check on his computer for Michael Nickels. The screen said
"Michael Nickels,
Date of birth July 25 1971 DECEASED Suicide, 1993
Marital status single
Education Graduated Baker High, San Fran. 1989
Living Relatives Twin Brother, Thomas Nickels (currently residing in San Fran.)
Criminal Offences Raped S. Wild (1990)
Raped P. Halliwell (1991)
Raped E. Marshall (1992)
Defacement of private residence (1992)

"Woah”" the officer mumbled upon reading his record.
"What?"
"Michael Nickels was quite the felon. But he committed suicide in 1993."
"So it can ‘t possibly be him?"
"Unless there ‘s some cleverly crafted conspiracy going on that nobody ‘s clocked on to”I ‘d have to agree with what you just said. He was a serial rapist. Three felonies of the same nature equal a serial. He could have raped many more people before his suicide but there are only three rapes on his record."
"And Prue is one of them?"
" ‘Fraid so. I think we‘ll need more evidence, but could you please continue your statement?"
"We both had a gut feeling that something was wrong, that something had happened to Prue so we got back in the car and headed to any place that could mean trouble for Prue. We got to Michael ‘s old flat, which is in a now run down area and followed Prue ‘s screams and whimpers until we found her. I collected her clothes and came here and Piper took her to the hospital."
"Thank you Miss Halliwell. Would you allow us to keep the clothes you brought and let us search for more signs of rape or any attack possible?"
"Yeah”can I go now?"
"Yes Miss Halliwell."
Phoebe shakily rose from her seat and walked out of the office. Darryl was waiting for her. She told him everything she told the officer and he embraced her in a hug then drove her, in Prue ‘s car, to the hospital.
On the way, Phoebe rang Piper, who explained that Prue was in surgery. She had a shattered cheekbone and a broken rib that needed setting back in place before it caused any more internal damage, aside from the slight internal bleeding. Also, her right arm was broken at the wrist and dislocated at the elbow.
Getting out of the car, Phoebe and Darryl rushed into the emergency room to see Piper, dried tears leaving mascara tracks all down her cheeks.
"Is she ok? Have they done any pregnancy tests or STD tests yet?"
"Not yet, she ‘s still in surgery. She ‘s got so many injuries Phoebe. Even on her face”bruises everywhere. No one should go through that”"
"I know Pipe, I know”" Phoebe soothed, embracing Piper in a loving, sisterly hug.
"Do you know how long she‘ll be in surgery?" Darryl asked. The sooner she was conscious, the sooner he could ask questions. But it looked like the road was long and tough from here.
"She ‘s already been in for an hour, they said about twenty minutes more”I hope she ‘s ok”"
"She ‘ll be fine. The physical wounds will right themselves but I ‘m worried about her sanity. You know what Prue ‘s like”keeps it all in. Well, she used to anyway. We don ‘t want her regressing like that, we gotta keep her motivated about life and let her know how much we ‘re here."
"I know Phoebe, I just want this bastard behind bars right now. No, ... that, I don ‘t want him behind bars. That ‘s the easy way out. ..., it ‘s all easy! If he gets a death penalty, he gets a last right. He could have killed our sister, violated her to ... knows what, he ‘s smashed her face to a pulp and the only rights she would have gotten was you and me deciding upon burial or cremation!" Piper cried, tears streaming down her face at the unjust antics of the ‘law ‘.
"Piper, sweetie, shhhh, calm down, this isn’t good for you or Prue. The fact is he didn‘t kill her. She will live and she will get better. Yes, he violated her and he will be put behind bars. But remember, our job is to protect the innocent, not punish the guilty."
"But he punished the innocent."
"I know Piper, I know."
Darryl decided to let them sort this out alone and went to see if there was an update on Prue.
"She ‘s just this minute finished surgery and Dr Patrick will be out to talk to her sisters any second now."
"Ok thank you."

He walked back to where Phoebe and Piper were stood and filled them in. A minute later, a balding doctor with a friendly face greeted them.
"Are you Miss Halliwell ‘s family?"
"Yes."
"We just finished the surgery on Prudence ‘s arm, ribs and stomach. She should be awake in about two hours, and I ‘ll warn you now, it ‘s a rather unsettling sight because of the huge bruising to her face, which we will reshape in two or three days. Her stomach was the biggest worry she had obviously been beaten there as there was minor internal bleeding, which we managed to stop. The middle rib on the left was splintered, but we managed to sort that out before it came to any severe damage. We set her dislocated elbow and performed the necessary surgery on her wrist. She has various wires and hooks surrounding the bones and its now in a cast. We ‘ve just taken the samples for any signs of STD, pregnancy, anything he could have poisoned her system with and the results should be back in around two hours, just before she wakes up. Would you like to see her?"
After the doctor ‘s long speech, that was a rather stupid question, of course they wanted to see what this monster had done to their sister. They absently nodded their heads.
"It ‘s room 304. Third floor, second door on the left. If you need anything, go to the nearest nurses station and ask them to page Dr Patrick with the number 304, ok?"
"Thank you Doctor," Darryl said for the sisters as they set off on their heavy way.

Piper whimpered when she saw Prue a mass of bandages and wires. Her arm was bent at the elbow and was in traction, there were panels on either side of her torso so she couldn‘t roll over even a little bit because of the damage to her stomach and ribs, her face was just a haze of sickly coloured bruises; the largest reaching underneath her left eye and spreading to the bottom of her jaw. In the middle it was dark khaki green, where the bone was severely damaged.
"Don ‘t worry Piper, she ‘ll be ok. It ‘ll be alright." Phoebe soothed, hugging Piper with her left arm, while she sat on the bed and held Prue ‘s healthy hand with her free hand. "And justice will be served, I promise you that," Darryl assured.
"P”Piper?" Prue asked weakly upon waking. She had been unconscious for a day and a half, from exhaustion, and it had sure worried Piper and Phoebe.
"You ‘re awake," Piper smiled. "How are you feeling?"
"Oh God”I”I got”raped, again”didn ‘t I? He tried”to kill me this time”" Prue said, tears streaming down her face.
"He what? Sweetie, we know you were”raped”Phoebe had a premonition. Three, actually. The police know the circumstances, but have no clue on who or the motive. Phoebe knows more, she ‘s been at the police station."
"I feel like I got hit by a truck."
"Get some sleep, I ‘ll get a doctor and I ‘ll be here when you wake up," Piper assured.
Prue drifted back off to sleep and Piper went to the nearest nurses station to inform them that Prue had woken briefly. Two nurses followed Piper back to the room, Phoebe and Darryl in tow.
Back in room 304, Prue was having an anxiety attack and crying out in pain.
"What ‘s happening to her?!" Phoebe screamed.
"It ‘s an anxiety attack, she ‘s crying out because of the injury to her ribs, her breathing is in heaves and taking its toll on her ribs. Her chest is also heaving because breathing is ragged, and stitches are contorting," the nurse explained all too graphically.
"Ok, when will it stop?" Phoebe asked, very worried.
"Soon, we ‘ll be injecting her with an extremely mild sedative. She should be out for about an hour."
Piper was holding Prue ‘s hand and hugging her loosely while the sedative was administered into her IV line. Within seconds, Prue was unconscious again, leaving Piper, Phoebe and even Darryl bewildered.

ONE DAY LATER”
Prue was still in hospital and in quite a bit of pain. She was severely emotionally shaken by what had happened, the second time in 9 years”something like that shouldn‘t even exist. She had to replay every detail, every utterance from his dirty mouth, every pain”it was too much for her. She broke down crying right in front of the officers in mid speech. The officer excused himself, he had enough evidence already.
It was mere hours before the operation and Prue was scared stiff. She hated being dependant on others, especially people she didn‘t know. Phoebe knew that this could be the very thing that broke Prue. She had to be assured that the doctors were female, and that the police she spoke to, aside from Darryl were female.

She burns like the sun
Like a guilty frame
And I‘ll hide from the world,
Make no mistake.
And I‘ll feel a guilty conscience grows in here”.

Prue eyelids fluttered open a few hours later.
"Ph”F”Phoebe?" Her throat burned, dry and hot. She was awake. To return to the hell that she thought had ended about 8 years ago. She let silent tears fall down her ivory skin, only to be soaked up by the dressing that covered about a square inch of her left cheek.
"Prue”don‘t fight the drugs. Come on sweetie, it‘ll be okay, I promise."

3 MONTHS LATER”
Prue was not dating anybody. She rarely felt safe no one had been caught for her rape, and when they were, they ‘d be behind bars for years. She knew it was Michael Nickels. Tom Nickels was dead. He died 8 years ago. Although it was supposedly Michael that died. When "Michael" died, Prue got her life back. Now he was alive again, and her life had disintegrated into a hollow existence filled with worry and distraught. The last time she cried was in the hospital, three months ago. She was now sporting a faint scar on her left cheek and a constantly present bandage on her wrist that had a strip of metal that bent upwards at the wrist.
Piper was married, and Prue didn‘t want to lean on her too much, she had enough things to worry about where was Leo? How was the club? Was there enough money coming into the house? And what ever else clouded the girls mind.
Phoebe had recently discovered she was a month pregnant and was now engaged. Her intuition told her something was wrong with Prue and she was determined to find out what it was. She knew it had to do with the rape and she knew from Prue ‘s past experience that it took a long time to get over. When it happens again, God knows how long recovery could take. But she just didn‘t know how to tackle the problem. She also had a new job she couldn‘t afford to lose. On graduating university, she gained a degree in medicine and was now a nurse in the ER at SFMH.

Prue walked to the upstairs bathroom to the medicine cabinet to get the mild dispramine that her psychiatrist had prescribed. The label said that she should take one pill at a time. She took four from the bottle and gulped them down. She then went to lay down and quickly succumbed to what she did for fifteen hours a day; sleep.
Prue walked, well, dragged herself into the kitchen and saw Phoebe laughing with Leo. He was holding his hand on her stomach. He ‘d never done that to Prue. Phoebe was only a month pregnant and Prue was three. Instantaneously jealous, Prue stormed into the kitchen and flung open the refrigerator door, roughly grabbing some orange juice. All who surrounded Prue had become accustomed to her mood swings and she did an excellent job of keeping everyone walking on eggshells. If she knew the effect she was having on her family, she wouldn‘t do it. She grabbed a glass and sloshed the juice into it, rammed the carton back into the shelf with an abundant force and went up to the bathroom with her glass. Phoebe and Leo looked at each other and grimaced. They glanced upwards as they heard the bath running.
"How many baths does she take a day now?!" Leo muttered.
"Six thousand I think. She still feels dirty and that pregnancy is a constant reminder of what happened. She hates herself. I don ‘t know what to do. No one does. Her shrink ‘s at a loss I think. God, I thought we were gonna find that bastard, send him down. They‘ve given up now, and God knows how many young women he ‘s”."
"Shh, calm down Phoebe. Don ‘t worry”"

MEANWHILE, IN THE BATHROOM”
Prue sat on the edge of the tub and let tears consume her. She got up in one swift movement and locked the door. She turned around and approached the medicinal cabinet and rifled through until she found her dispramine.
"Damn childproof locks," she muttered, trying to force the cap open. She finally got it open and tried to decide how many she would take now. If she took four, like last time, she could be asleep for about 8 hours. She decided to take five, so she ‘d be asleep for ten. She shook them out on to the side then climbed into her bath. Forgetting where she placed the glass of juice, she swung round looking for her shampoo. She accidentally knocked the glass in the warm water.
"SHIT!" Then an idea struck her. "Evil child”You ‘re so evil, you ‘re making me evil. I ‘m charmed, well, I was. I guess, I guess I ‘m doomed now. Would you ... off. Stay away, go live with your ...ing father, just get away." She went completely crazy and picked up a shard of glass, and not very deeply, she slid it right across her stomach.
"That ‘s right”My God, you ‘re making me bleed, just like HE did! YOU ‘RE EVIL! There ‘s no place for you in this house! Not with me and my sisters. I need to protect Phoebe, your COUSIN will be good. There is no place for evil in this house, evil lurks in the shadows, and there are no shadows here”."
She ducked into the red water and opened her mouth, letting the water in. When her mouth was half full of water, she came out and got the dispramine that were sitting on the side, their happy yellow colour obscuring what they really were. Tablets to drive away the consciousness.
She put them in her mouth, and swallowed them. Then she carried on her bath as normal. As she was putting the conditioner on her hair, the tablets took effect. She yawned and then fell limply to the side, her head hanging over the side of the bath, narrowly missing the water, as more blood seeped out of her stomach from its contorted position.

"Leo?" Phoebe asked. All of a sudden he had stopped talking, trying to ease phoebe ‘s worries. He stopped mid sentence, sensing a major disturbance in Prue.
"I think Prue ‘s in trouble."
"But she ‘s upstairs. How could she get into trouble?"
"She ‘s not been the happiest person alive right now, Pheebs. Come on, we need to get to her." The two walked upstairs and knocked on the door. No answer. Leo looked through the crack in the door frame. "She ‘s put the dead bolt on, so I ‘ll orb in there, see what ‘s going on and if need be, I ‘ll orb out with her."
"Ok."
Leo orbed and in felt sick at what he saw. Prue hung limply over the side of the bath, obviously unconscious. Her hand had blood on it and the water in the bath looked like blood. She had never expressed her opinion of the pregnancy and he guessed that she hated it. He picked her up and wrapped her in a towel, then orbed out.
"What the”" Phoebe asked, stunned at the blood that was seeping through the towel.
"We need to get her to a hospital. Seems she took a lot of those dispramine, when was she given them?"
"At the beginning of the month. How many are left?"
"Um, hang on”" Leo orbed out and came back a minute later with the bottle in his hand. He shook it. "3. How many to start off with?"
"4 Weeks worth, 28."
"C ‘mon I‘ll call an ambulance. She ‘ll be out for a while."

5 minutes later, paramedics were lifting a deathly pale Prue onto a stretcher. Phoebe went with her in the ambulance, and Leo orbed to the club to tell Piper. When they got to the hospital, the doctors started pumping Prues stomach and then gave her a small stimulant to wake her up.
She started shivering and whimpering. "My”..it ‘s, it ‘s evvvvil”.it has to go”"
"Prue, have you considered abortion?"
"I can ‘t do that”but every time I look down, its there, a reminder that I was”I was raped, and this is the consequence. I raise an evil baby and I will never love it. I can ‘t have an abortion”"
"Prue, you took 5 times the prescribed dosage of dispramine. This has been forwarded to your psychiatrist”"
"That woman doesn‘t care. No one does. Can I have a private word?"
At this point her sisters and Leo left, leaving Prue and the doctor to converse freely.
"I couldn‘t say this in front of them. I don ‘t think they realize. When I was 7, my mom died, so we lived with our Grams. Grams had raised her child. She had 4 husbands. She was a busy woman, looking after a 7 year old, a 4 year old and a 2 year old. So I started to look after Piper and Phoebe. All their life they leant on me. Then ten years ago, I was raped. By this time I had become so accustomed to shielding my emotions to protect the ones I love. I tore me apart, but then my rapist supposedly died. I got my life back together. Did the normal thing, college, boring jobs. Then my grandma died and I was once again running the house. Now my baby sister ‘s pregnant, nice boyfriend, good job”and the other sister has a husband and owns a club. They were great the first month of this thing but it broke down because they thought I was better. My rapist never died at all. It was his brother. And I can ‘t go on living like this."
"Prue, rape is never an easy thing to get over, especially when something like this happens. What are your feelings about abortion?"
"I don ‘t want an abortion. I didn‘t want to kill this baby, I want to rid the man it came from. I cant help but think, what if my dad were a rapist, and I grew up to never know him? It ‘s a horrible thing. I was always pro choice for abortion, but I never thought I ‘d be on the receiving end."
"So you want to keep the baby but you don ‘t like the circumstances in which it was conceived?"
"Yes. You know the doctor Phoebe Halliwell that works here? She ‘s my sister. Her and my brother in law, Piper ‘s husband were stood in the kitchen this morning, he had his hands on her stomach, he never did that to me and I can ‘t help but feel this sense of juvenile jealousy bubbling up inside of me. I hate it. I want to love this baby, but I don ‘t know how. Everything I ever loved was taken away from me and the only thing I can think of is to take myself away. It wasn ‘t just today that I overdosed on the dispramine. I do it every day. There ‘s three left, its the beginning of the second week. There should be twenty left and I took only 5 this morning. Twenty had gone before this morning. You do the math."
"Ok, well I think your family need to know this. I can give Phoebe a weeks leave. You need to get some rest and I ‘m gonna eliminate your sessions with that particular psychiatrist and leave you to find your own. You ‘re not having any more dispramine from this hospital. In one month, your life will get turned around, all because of this one little talk, trust me. And every time you think of that baby, think not of where it came from, but where it ‘s going to. Every life has a chance at doing something great and perhaps you should give the life force in your womb a head start. I ‘m gonna keep you in on the pretence of observation. Really, I ‘m working the late shift so I‘ll be here until about 3 am." He started dressing the part of Prue ‘s stomach that she had cut.
"Thank you doctor, you‘ve helped me a lot."

The doctor left the room and went to reserve a secluded bed in another part of the hospital and then to tell Prue ‘s family that she wouldn‘t be coming home until the next day.