author’s note:

I thought of this series last night and I’m overall going to be totally board today, so I thought hey, what the hell, I’m going to write a series today. I hope you enjoy. I love writing these kind of stories.

This series is always told through the eyes of Prue Halliwell, no matter what age it is. I heard about this kind of writing, I’m going to write it. This kind of writing is someone is telling the story of another while being the main character themselves. For example a brother telling the whole story of his sisters, through his eyes.

This series is meant to give you a good laugh. Do you remember when you were young and you went through so many phases, along with the annoying things you did that only the people around you noticed? Well, this series is for all of you who went through phase and were always told you were, but it was only you who didn’t notice, (or at least not at the current time).

The character who Prue is going to be mainly talking about in each chapter will be the first one listed before herself.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, (as much as I wish I did, I don’t own them). Please do not file charges against me.
thanx


Chapter 1 – The Mocking Stage

Phoebe - 4
Prue - 10
Piper - 8

Phoebe has just started this knew stage, or phase as Grams calls it. She enjoys mocking people, repeating everything people say. Piper, bless my little sister, has been having to spend more time with Phoebe than anyone else. I feel bad for her.

Here, let me give you an example.

A couple of nights ago, after I had finished my homework, I came downstairs about an hour before dinner. I grabbed the phone, (they didn’t have any portable ones at the Manor, or at least not yet), and set it in my lap. As soon as I began to dial my best friend, Cora’s phone number, in comes little Phoebe, with as usual her little, teddy bear, Michael and a smile. With difficultly she climbed up on to the couch. Phoebe is a lot smaller for her age. She’s 4 and she looks, about two.

Finally, someone at Cora’s house picked up. It was Cora.

"Hi Cora," I said.

"Hi, Cora." It was Phoebe. She said it with the same perkiness and everything. Cute, I thought but she’ll never be able to last through this whole conversation, or at least that’s what I thought at the time.

"Are you still coming over?" I asked.

"Are you still coming over?" Phoebe repeated. It was then that I knew that Phoebe wasn’t going to stop finally I had an idea.

"Okay, Cora, no matter what I say for the next few minutes, ignore it. I’m trying to get rid of Phoebe. She’s copying me," I whispered this so quietly Phoebe didn’t even notice, but Cora heard.

"Super Cala.. . ." and from here I said all these phrases that I knew Phoebe would never be able to say. She gave up after just a couple minutes. Later that night, when Cora, came over she told us we talked funny. We laughed, we do, when she’s around.


A couple of weeks later, Phoebe was still at it. Most of us had gotten used to it, except Grams of course. One time when Andy was over, a phrase slipped that Phoebe shouldn’t have heard and it stuck with her. She didn’t say it in front of Grams, until a couple nights ago. And let me tell you it was hilarious.

Erma McGellar, one of the snottiest people we knew, always comes over uninvited. Grams can never say no to her, but we all know she doesn’t like her. She’s a widow, (personally, I can’t believe anyone would want to marry her. It was probably an arranged marriage), and she’s rich, really rich.

We all sat through dinner with he. Every time any of us would start a conversation, she would interrupt and say "Well, in my opinion, . . . " and whatever her god damn opinion was. Let me tell you I now see why Grams hates that woman. The only reason we are nice to her is because my mom was best friends with her daughter, who was totally opposite of Erma.

Finally she was ready to leave. WE all stood at the door with her. My arm rested on Phoebe’s small shoulders. I had observed the relief on Grams face at the end of dinner; I guessed it was because Phoebe hadn’t said anything, at all.

"Thank you for coming Erma," Grams said sweetly. " It was a delicious meal, thank you Piper." She was trying to get Erma to thank Piper. Piper smiled.

"Well, in my opinion . . ." I saw Piper’s smiled fade away, and Grams’s anger fill her eyes. She was going to say something, but someone beat her to it.

"Well in my opinion, I think you have a stick up your ass and that’s why you walk funny." It was Phoebe. WE all snickered, even Grams, but Erma, held her jaw tightly.

"Penny, you need to teach your girls some manors. I don’t think you’ll ever see me again."

Phoebe looked up at Erma and smiled.

"We’re all glad, Mrs. McGellar."

She turned and walked as phoebe said "with a stick up her ass" down the sidewalk. Grams closed the door and we all looked down at Phoebe.

"Where did you learn that?" Grams asked as she bends down at Phoebe’s level.

"Andy." Phoebe said proudly.

Oh no, I thought.

"Grams, Andy was having an extremely bad day and — ’’

"It’s alright, Prudence. Just tell him to watch his language in front of Phoebe, and Piper, but Piper knows what bad right dear."

Piper nodded. She turned back to Phoebe.

"Honey, don’t say the word ass again alright?"

Phoebe nodded. We all started walking back into the kitchen, when Grams and I felt a tag on our skirt and pants. We turned back to Phoebe.

"What’s an ass? And what doe it have to do with Mrs. McGellar walking weird?"

I smiled at Phoebe’s question and she climbed onto my back.

"I’ll tell you later."

Since the Mrs. McGellar incident, Phoebe hasn’t mocked anyone. Whenever, I’m around her, I know I’ll see the world a whole different way. That’s what I love about my sister; she can always bring you a smile. One time I told her that her smile was a great present. She smiled back and then it soon faded away. She wanted to know how you would wrap it.

That’s my baby, I thought.


Chapter 2 – Obsession
Piper –7
Prue – 9
Phoebe – 3

Piper is obsessed, that’s what Grams calls it. She told me it means can only think about one thing. Everywhere she goes not far behind is her little red wagon filled, no overflowing with all of her stuffed animals.

Yesterday we had to go to the grocery store. Piper started to cry because she couldn’t bring her stuffed animals. It’s not that there are only like four of them, there are like twenty. Grams gave in and Piper bring them but they had to keep the car company while we all went in. You have to admit that was a pretty good excuse, Piper bought it.

Later that night, they had dinner with us. Then they all slept with her in her bed. Today she wanted to take a bath with them. Grams had to explain to her that they don’t like getting wet. They just like to watch, but that Phoebe would take a bath with her.

From then on, Grams continued to use Phoebe as somewhat of a fill-in for her stuffed animals. When Piper wanted to bring them somewhere, Grams suggested that Phoebe would keep her company. Phoebe was always the distraction. Many times I thought Phoebe was a chore. Piper loved to take care of Phoebe it made her feel more grown up. Slowly the number of stuffed animals that came with us went down.

That was smart of Grams. Piper soon began to get attached to one thing, her sisters. Mostly Phoebe, like me she became overly protective of her. She still brings Mr. Snuggles everywhere.

twenty years later:
Looking back on it now. I think that was a good plan. Slowly but surely tell Piper that Phoebe liked doing stuff with her, Piper soon found how much fun it was to spend time with Phoebe. Even thought she probably didn’t know this at the time, I think Grams made a huge impact on Piper and how she learned to help take care of Phoebe. If it wasn’t for the little phase she went through, she may not be as close to Phoebe as she is now.

Prue smiled to herself and drifted off to sleep.



Chapter 3– Ugh! Boys!
Andy – 13
Prue – 13
Piper – 11
Phoebe – 7

Boys are so annoying!!!!!!!!!! I hate them! I think boys are cute, but not the annoying ones!. Andy is so annoying. He and his friends think girls like hearing them belch and stuff. We had this pool party and only my boy friend, who’s really mature, didn’t splash us. My friend Cora and I were not impressed. I think the guys may have thought we were.

Another time Andy and me went to the bowling alley. He went through more mood swings than Piper does when she’s going through PMS!!!! Sometimes he’s hipper, then grouchy, then whinny, everything! He’s so annoying this way.

Finally, I talked to Grams about this. She told me that guys have a hard time going through puberty. It takes a lot longer than girls. She also told me to remember that Andy is a few year behind me. She told me she had a feeling that he’ll grow up to be one of the best men I will know. I told her that I hoped so.

Later I broke up with my boyfriend. Andy was really nice about it. He took me to a movie and gave me a hug. Grams is right. When he grows up he will be the best guy.

fourteen years later:

I stood by Andy’s grave. Tears running down my face. You are and will always be the best guy, Andy. I will always love you. Never forget that. While your up there Andy, could you deliver a message? Could you tell Grams that she was right. The wind blew on my face in response.

"Thank you," I whispered into the wind. It felt like Andy’s hand touching my face, as he always did.


Chapter 4 – Crying Shoulder
Piper – 13
Prue –15
Phoebe – 9

Author’s note: for those who have seen 7th Heaven, this is kind of what Lucy was like at 13.


I watched as my little sister sat on the couch reading a book. She not insecure, okay . . . yes she is. But she’s a great person if you get to know her.

She get easily frustrated. Let me give you an example.

Piper was making dinner for us a couple nights ago and it was potpie. It got a little burnt. From this point she started to cry. She sat at the breakfast at table and put her head in her hands.

"Nothing . . . ever . . . comes . . . (sniff) . . . out . . .like . . . .(sniff) . . .it’s . . Supposed to . . .(sniff),"she whined. I pulled her into a hug.

"It’s okay, Pip," I whispered. "I’m sure it’s delicious."

" . . (sniff) . . Really?’ she managed to asked.

"Positive."

". . . (sniff) . . alright."

The four of us ate. It didn’t taste the same as it did when it wasn’t burnt, but we didn’t tell her that.

Grams says all girls go through something during early teen years. She said I went through a cooking stage, okay mostly baking. I would bake and bake. Knowing Phoebe now she says she thinks Phoebe will be different, she believes that Phoebe will never change. She’ll deep down act like a little kid.

Grams and I also noticed that Piper, cried with all the little things but never the big. Of course, she cried when her rabbit died, but not her best friend. She thinks that Piper can’t cry, because she thinks she can never stop, (this is a common thought for kids that loss someone close to them).

She had been waiting to be picked up one night. They never came, It broke her little heart. Later, that night, after everyone had gone to bed, the phone rang. We found out why they were late and never came. They accident. Piper’s friend, Kat died instantly. Kat was so much like Piper, quiet and talkative, but only to people she knew. I always enjoyed seeing her face when she arrived. She was so sweet. Every time we brought her out to dinner with us and she ordered, she always asked the waiter "May I please have. . . . ." As if she wasn’t able to get it. At the tender age of thirteen, she died. I catch myself asking once in a while, if I can have something, that I normally wouldn’t have to ask for. Things happen so unexpectedly that you want to cherish every moment, or at least ask.

I worry about Piper. She’s everyone’s shoulder to cry one, but who is her shoulder. One day I finally asked her. To my surprise she said me and then Phoebe. Deep down I knew that but I knew if I let that show, my pride would take over.

years later, not anytime specific but later:

Over the years slowly, but surely Piper has become a confident, woman who I will always admire for her love and support for people. The phase she went through at thirteen, we will always remember for a good laugh. Sometimes things that are most annoying slowly mold us into the women we are today.

Chapter 5 – Dance
Phoebe – 13
Prue – 19
Piper – 17

Grams was right. Phoebe will always be a kid. She got in trouble a couple weeks ago for getting in a fight. She told Piper why she got into the fight, but not me. It must have been a good reason, because Piper convinced Grams to shorten Phoebe’s grounding to three weeks instead of two months.

Phoebe wasn’t aloud to go further than the sidewalk in front of our side walk. When no one was home she had to stay inside. She couldn’t watch tv either. She could go to school, home, and dance class, soccer practice if she was lucky. I didn’t know how Phoebe survived; the Phoebe I know would never be able to. But something happened those weeks she was quiet.

One day Grams and Piper went to look at colleges for a weekend, Grams as usual left me in charge. I used to enjoy it, but it was now annoying. Phoebe would rush through her homework, then she’d go outside. She was swing on the swing set for awhile, maybe hang upside down from the monkey bars. But most every time I looked out the window, she was dancing. She did her routine for class, but there was another way to drain her of her anger.

I watched her put on her tap shoes and goes down the front steps. It was amazing to watch. She was just tap, and tap. You would never know it was being made up as she went.

One day this boy came up to her. I told myself to stay put and just watch, she’ll be okay, but most of me wanted to get the boy away from her. She’s going to grow up Prue, I told myself, you can’t stop that.

They didn’t say and word to each other. First Phoebe would tap, then the boy would do the same thing. Soon they were doing routines together without talking at all.

Phoebe could dance forever, except she stopped dancing when she discovered another sport . . .dating. Phoebe finally told me a little about New York.
About a month before she came back, she was accepted in to the best dance school in the world, in NYC. But she didn’t go, she could go. A man, a young man with beautiful blue eyes, and blond hair, made her think of her sisters, and gave her a wanting to go home. She could barely remember what he looked like, just his eyes and his hair, she never found out his name either. But I know exactly who it was, it was Leo.

Chapter 6 – The Steering Wheel To Life
Piper – 16
Prue – 18
Phoebe – 12

Piper’s back to her paranoid self again! She just got her license! To most teenagers this would be bad. For example I think when Phoebe gets her license we will die. But when your driving with Piper, you want to die.

"Piper!" Phoebe whined. "You’re driving slower than that old lady over there!"

"Phoebe, shut up!" we both yelled. It worked too.

"Pip, hon, you do have to go a little faster. They do give tickets if you go too slow." I said that as gently as possible.

"They do?!"

"Yes, honey."

Suddenly the car went fast, not fast, fast, but definitely faster than before.
WE went fast, slow, fast, slow. When I’m driving it takes us 10 minutes to get
home. With Piper it took us an half an hour.

The next day we dropped Phoebe off at practice. I had a mission. Piper was
going to drive normally.

"Pip, we have, two and a half hours until we have to pick Phoebe up."

"Yeah, so?"

"Our goal is for you to drive five or ten miles above the speed limit all the way home. Speed limits will change, and you will change with them."

Piper nodded.

"We’re going the long way home. Okay, let’s go."

Personally I wanted to meet the moron who gave my sister her license, because there was one flaw . . . she couldn’t drive!!! Probably because her driving teacher had just learned to drive himself, and he’s 68.

It took us 45 minutes to get home the long way. It only took us four times to get it right. We were a half an hour late. Phoebe surprisingly wasn’t mad. Later I found out why. She had got to make out with her boy friend, who, lucky for him, left minutes before we got there. Phoebe is my baby, I don’t want her to grow up.

I was so proud Piper could drive! yay! It was pretty sad before, Little old ladies in their cars were passing us, some even on the side walk. However, I guess that’s how Piper is, she cautious at the beginning, but goes too fast after she gets used to it. I told her that when I grew up I wanted my daughter to be like her. I knew it couldn’t change my faults to be that perfect angel, but I just wanted her to know that it’s okay, to start slow.

2001
Now, Piper drives fast. Mostly with the demon hunting and stuff. She always calmly steps on the gas when she is told to go faster (example Death Takes A Halliwell). Sometimes it’s scary, but Phoebe has definitely gotten used to it.

Piper has changed, I hope her insecurity won’t come back.

Chapter 7 – Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
Phoebe –14
Prue – 20
Piper – 18

author’s note: This revolves around Phoebe’s closed heart (Heartbreak City)

It was Phoebe’s freshman year. Her sisters are both in college. On the first
day Phoebe told me that guys said the same thing to her over and over.

"You’re a Halliwell?" She would nod, and then they would say some sly remark like. "Is it just me or is it warm in here? Because you’re hot."

It didn’t take Phoebe very long for her to find a great guy. I actually approved of him. He was very sweet to her. Phoebe would come home late and she would climb back in to her room through her window. But after a couple months of dating him, I noticed something, when I was home for the summer.

Phoebe had once again come home late. I knew she was with Ken (named in Heartbreak City) so I didn’t worry too much but I stayed up. Finally I hear her walking around to her window. Ken behind her. My window is open so I can hear what they are saying. I tried not to eavesdrop, but something caught my ear.

I could hear Phoebe start to climb the ladder then Ken says something.

"I love you Phoebe Halliwell." I hear her stop and get off the ladder.

"You . . . You can’t." Along with Ken I was taken back by this comment. I admit I can’t say I love you (Fear For Eternity) but I would never say "you can’t."

"What?!"

"You . . .can’t, because if . . . (sniff) . . .you love me. . .I don’t think . . (sniff) . . .I can love you back. …….. I think we should see other people."

Then I hear Phoebe rush up the ladder.

What’s that about? I wonder.

A couple nights later, Ken comes to the window and started throwing rocks at Phoebe’s window. I swear I would have killed him if her wasn’t so sweet. Phoebe opened her window.

"What do you want?" she asked. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"I figured it out!" he said in a loud whisper.

"What!" she whispered back.

"Why, you can’t love me." Phoebe didn’t saying anything she just looked at him. "You’re afraid of losing me. I know you can love your sisters and your grams but your still worried you’ll loss them. I’m not asking for you back. Even though I want it more than anything in the world, I just want you to know people will love you Phoebe. They will love you more if you love them back. I’m going to miss you. I will always love you."

I could hear Phoebe sniffle.

"Thanks Ken. I’ll always love you. You’ll always be my friend. Promise something, you’ll back, when I can love. I’ll try my best to love you."

I don’t think she waited for a response. Phoebe shut her window. . I could hear her shut herself in the closet and cry. It was obvious, that it was true. I got up from bed and I went into her room. I got her out of the closet. I held her in my arms as she cried. She struggled for a moment but soon gave up.

"I hope we will both be able to love Pheebs. Someday."

Soon her eyelids closed. I tucked her in and kissed her forehead.

"Good night Phoebe. . . . . . . I love you" I remember that took me a lot of strength to say. Even thought she couldn’t hear me, I knew she loves me too.
chapter 8 – My Sisters, My Life
Piper – 18
Phoebe – 14
Prue – 20

author’s note: This stories revolves around the accident talked about in
"Murphy’s Luck"

My sisters are the most important thing in the world. I’ve known this forever. But it wasn’t until recently that I knew I could never describe how much I cared for them. It all started about a month ago . . . . . . . . .

"Phoebe, let’s go!" I yelled. We were late, again! First I had to drop Phoebe off at her soccer match, then Piper and me were going to study from a college midterm at the library. Phoebe finally came skipping down the stairs. She is beyond annoying sometimes.

I ushered her out the door. It was obvious that she was dawdling just to annoy me. I was past irritated and gone straight to pissed off. She knew her game didn’t start for another twenty minutes, but Piper and I were meeting friends in a couple minutes. I grabbed Phoebe’s duffle, put it over my shoulder, picked Phoebe up and put her over my shoulder. I through her and her duffle in the back seat and walked to the driver’s seat with a satisfied look on my face, I annoyed my sister, the world makes sense once again.

We arrived at the soccer field at the high school. Phoebe got out, duffle on shoulder.
"Be out here waiting right after your game. I don’t want to go looking for you." I said in my usual mommy voice. Then we drove off leaving phoebe in the dust. Looking at her through the rear view mirror, she looked so sad and young. I felt kind of bad. Half of what I said was true. Mostly I just didn’t want any of the sick, rude, sexist guys harassing her and I knew if she waiting by the curb the probably wouldn’t bug her.

Finally, we got to the library. We met Kat and Cora there. We worked over time. I glanced at my watch, 5:04, thirty-four minutes after I was supposed to pick Phoebe up.

"Oh my God! Pip, we have to go! We’re totally late," I said as I quickly packed up my stuff. I saw Piper look at her watch as we ran to the car.
"Pheebs, is going to slaughter us," She said as she buckled in.

"Not if someone beats us to it," I mumbled under my breath.


We got there and there was no one there. Phoebe was nowhere to be seen. The two of us got out.

"Where could she be?" Piper asked me.

"I don’t – ’’ Suddenly I heard something. Guys . . . laughing? Piper heard it too. We ran toward the laughter.

There was a big bunch of seniors gathered around. Piper and I pushed toward the front. There was Phoebe, and Kale Daniels. His hand was holding onto her chin and he was trying to kiss her, she kept turning away. I could see that she was going to cry soon, but her pride wouldn’t let her. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

"Get your fucking hands off of her!" I said. Soon the laughter died down and everyone turned to me. I kept my eyes on Phoebe. She sat there on the bench looking at the ground. Kale stood up and looked me straight in the eye.

"Prue, long time no see." He walked closer. " We’ve all missed your bitching, sorry I mean school spirit." He waved the rest of the guys away. They left. I thought he was going to do something to me, but instead he turned and went back to Phoebe. Roughly her pulled her up by the arm and pushed her toward me. He bend down to whisper in my ear, "You and Piper are both gone, Prue. Phoebe’s all by herself. You can’t be with her 24/7."

"It that a threat?" I asked, not showing my fear of what he’d do to her.

"As a matter of fact, yes. By the way thanks for the complement, my hands thank you." He turned and walked away. As soon as he was out of sight I ran to the car. Phoebe was siting in the front seat. I knew she didn’t want to talk to me. It was my fault, I was late. I pulled her into a hug.

"I’m sorry." I whispered. Phoebe didn’t respond. I pulled back and went around the driver’s seat, Piper followed. She had the worried look on her face. Phoebe had been doing this a lot lately. Grams hinks it’s another phase. Phoebe hasn’t been talking as much. She always looks like she’s thinking.
don’t like it.

"She told me they do that a lot, Prue," Piper said. I looked at her. I motioned for her to get in. She got in behind me, in the back seat.

I didn’t know how to begin. I was mad at Phoebe for not staying where I told her to.
"How long has he been doing this?" I finally asked.

She shrugged.

It was then that I lost it!

"Damn it, Phoebe!" I screamed. I saw out of the corner of my eye, Phoebe jumping. I scared her. " Why didn’t you say where I told you? Why?"

"Prue, don’t not now . . ." I could hear Piper trying to reason with me. . Just as I was about to apologize to Phoebe, she interrupted me.

"Prue look out!" she screamed. There was a pick-up truck heading right toward our car, toward Phoebe’s side. My world went black.

I woke up later, still not sure how much later. I looked back at Piper. TO my surprise she was awake.

"Are you okay?" I could see her nod in the back seat in the mirror. "Phoebe?"

Before I could look at her, someone pulled e out of the car. Another fire-fighter pulled Piper out too.

"Bring them to the ambulance, now!" I felt fine. I glanced back and saw that there were at least a half a dozen firemen and women trying to get Phoebe out. I felt tear slip down my cheek.

"I’m sorry," I whispered.

The EMT’s checked us out. I was fine other than whiplash, same thing for Piper, but Phoebe wasn’t so lucky.

The next time I saw her doctor’s came rushing in with her on a stretcher.

I couldn’t take this. Not at all. I called Grams and she came really fast. AS if no one even drove her there. (Think of a fast, cheep way to get somewhere, your Whitelighter taxi.)

"What happened?" Grams asked.

I filled her in on everything, even Kale. She flopped into one of the waiting chairs in defeat. Just as she sat down a handsome young doctor came out. I didn’t even notice how cute he was.

"Ms. Halliwell?"


"Yes? How is she?"

"Phoebe, is in bad shape. I’m not going to lie to you. However, we finally have her stabilized. She can’t breath on her own. We did lose her a few times on the table, she came back, but she’s in a coma. We don’t know if she’ll ever wake up. She has a broken arm, and a couple broken ribs. But what we’re really worried about is her not breathing on her own. We gave her a breathing tube. She’s in ICU, if you want to see her."

We all nodded and followed. We came to a room. Phoebe’s tiny body lay hooked up to so many machines. I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t watch her, knowing that I was responsible. I turned and ran. I had to leave. I could hear Grams and Piper yelling my name. No I couldn’t take it.



chapter 8 – My Sisters, My Life
Piper – 18
Phoebe – 14
Prue – 20

I picked up my camera at the house and drove. With no specific destination. Some how, a great deal of time later I found myself at the big bridge. You know the big gray one. Tears were streaked my cheeks and I didn’t know what to do.

I still don’t how long I was on the bridge. I took pictures. It took a lot of strength for me to get big into the car and go home. I didn’t want go back into reality. Finally I got back into the car, and drove home. Even though I took many "scenic roots," I got home. Grams and Piper were there.

I had prepared myself for anything but all I was greeted by was Grams’s loving hug. She knew how I felt. That comforted my the most.

But how long would this strength last before we all broke?

My Sister’s, My Life Part3
Piper – 18
Phoebe – 14
Prue – 20

Finally Phoebe got to come home. She was still weak, and she had to stay in bed for a few weeks. Her arm was broken and her body still needed a lot of rest.

All though Phoebe was home, everyone was still in the "guilt" stage. Phoebe sat in bed. Everyone was acting different. They petted her and everything she had expected but no one talked to each other except if it was about her. They also never let her do anything by herself. They would get out anything she wanted, and once I had tried to persuade Phoebe to let her help her walk to the bathroom.

I walked up the stairs from an tiring. I stopped at Phoebe’s door to check on her. She was snuggled up under her comforter, catching up on homework. I walked in and took her homework and put it on the floor.

"Rest your eyes." She smiled. " Do you need anything?"

"Uh, kinda. I want to talk to you." My eye brows knitted but I smiled. Phoebe could be so fun sometimes, even if she was trying to be serious. I sat on my sister’s bed. Phoebe took a deep breath.

"First you have to promise me that you’ll answer me honestly?" I smiled and nodded. I stopped smiling when I saw that Phoebe was seriously worried. " Why is everyone acting weird. I’m okay, and I don’t blame anyone."

"Phoebe,"

"No, Piper. I’ve seen the way you all have been acting and don’t blame yourself. I’m fine, now. Just forget about it."

I looked at her baby sister. Forget about it, was it that easy? Phoebe’s innocent advice was small, but had the significance of the sun, that lit our paths. Phoebe could just forgive and forget. But could everyone else?

A month later

Phoebe was well healed and back to being her usual self, but everyone else, still remained scarred.

Grams seemed to be more relieved than the rest of us. I asked her how, she said she got advice while ago, but it wasn’t until now that she understood. (Patty had given her advice, she didn’t understand. A man gave her some advice, she understood.)

"What was it?" I asked. Then Piper walked in. She sat next to me and waited.

Grams smiled.

" ‘A healing heart, my take longer than others,’ he had said, ‘ sometimes it even heals quicker than the one’s around you. Healing the scars is apart of life. Sometimes your doctors don’t always have an MD. Open your eyes, love your life, forgive, and love, Heal yourself, with the love of others.’ Sappy I know, but a very, very handsome young told me this. Think about it girls."

Grams got up and left, and leaving a bewildered couple behind.

"Heal yourself," I repeated.

WE jumped suddenly when we heard Phoebe run through the door.

"Hello, family! No what? I’m healed!" We smiled. Of course Phoebe was talking about all her therapy she had been doing on her arm, but we knew otherwise. I have a feeling, I’m healed to.

The guilt will stay with me for the rest of my life. I want to be the best person, the best sister, I can be. I want to live life, my sisters are my life. I smiled to myself. My sisters are my life. I love my life.

THE END