Chapter 16

The Last Memory in the Box.

A/N: Okay, so I know y'all are bored w/this. So, I think I'll quit posting. This will be the last chapter to be posted. It's a good place to end, and so I think this is it.

Prue gasped as she realized what was lying on the floor near her feet. It was Piper. She had a knife in her chest...and blood pooled all around her.

"Piper..oh my God..what did you do?" Prue asked, talking to noone. "Pheobe? Pheobe bring me the phone."

"Why? Get it yourself."

"Pheobe, I'm not joking. Bring me the phone, but don't come in." Prue was crying. She couldn't handle this.

"Okay...what's going on?" Pheobe said as she grabbed the phone and ran upstairs.

"Nothing. Hurry," Prue screamed, trying to hide the fact that she was crying.

Pheobe stuck the phone through the door. "Thanks," Prue said.

She quickly dialed 911.

"What's you're emergency?"

"My sister tried to kill herself with a knife...I know she's still alive cause she moaned."

"Someone will be out there in a minute. Do not attempt to remove the knife or move your sister."

"Okay thanks." Prue hung up the phone and ran down stairs. She had to get Pheobe out of the house.

"Hey, Pheebs, would you take my car and go pick up something for dinner?" Prue asked. "I don't want to leave the house until after I have showered...you know how long that takes."

"Sure." Pheobe said, grabbing Prue's keys. She never passed up an oppurtunity to take Prue's car. And, she would probably go see a few friends, but the longer she was gone, the better.

"Thanks."

About 5 minutes after Pheobe left, the ambulance came. Prue let the paramedics in and led them to Piper. She was sobbing as they put Piper on a stretcher and carried her down the stairs and out the door. The paramedics allowed Prue to ride in the ambulance and she sat in a corner the whole way as Piper was put on oxygen and many other things. When they pulled up to the hospital, Prue followed them into the hospital and decided to call Pheobe. It had been 15 minutes since she had left the house and she would most likely be home.

"Hello?" Pheobe said into the phone.

"Hey Pheebs...it's Prue...um," Prue stuttered.

"Where are you? What's wrong? Is everything okay?" Pheobe asked.

"Pheebs...honey...I'm at the hospital. Piper tried to stab herself to death in the bathroom and I found her and I didn't want you to see her so I got you to leave so I could get her to the hospital but you need to get up here she may have done it," Prue rambled.

"Oh my gosh...I'm on my way." Prue could tell that Pheobe was crying, but Pheobe seemed oblivious to the fact the Prue was sobbing.

Prue sat down by Piper's bed while they were removing the knife. It had just missed her heart, but there was still a possibility that she could bleed to death. Prue cried quietly as she watched them continue to work on her sister. About 10 minutes later, Pheobe walked in with tears in her eyes. Prue stood up and hugged her as hard as she could. They both cried for about an hour. Luckily, all of the things Prue was protecting Pheobe from (the blood, the knife,) were over. The knife had been removed, and was sitting casually on the medical cart and Piper had a bandage over her chest and was now wearing a gown.

"I don't know how we would live without her," Pheobe said, tears still peeking through her eyes.

"We won't. She'll be okay. Nothing can tear us apart," Prue said. Just as she said that, a doctor came out.

"Is she okay?" Pheobe asked.

"Well, for the moment, she's stable, but it doesn't look like she's gonna make it," the female doctor replied sympathetically.

"Oh my gosh...I never thought it would come to this. Can we go in?" Prue asked.

"Yes, but be prepared for a sudden end to your visit." Prue and Pheobe both went in quickly and sat down by her bed.

"Piper, it's us. Please, wake up, we need you," Pheobe said.

"Honey, we love you so much...please don't do this to us," Prue pleaded.

"Yeah. I love you more than anything...and I'm sure Prue does too."

"She's right. We both do. Please, don't leave us. Please," Prue said again. Just then, Piper's fingers moved slightly. Pheobe grabbed Prue's hand and screamed. But then, the heart monitor began to slow into a sudden, never ending beep. Prue thought she was going to die. She pushed the doctor button a million times and doctors swarmed in. Pheobe clung to Prue and buried her head in Prue's shoulder. The doctors tried to revive her multiple times, but they all failed. One of the male doctors looked up the clock and said "Call it. 10:25 PM. Monday, April 22, 2004."

Pheobe sobbed even harder as a doctor came over and said the routine lines. Prue tried so hard not to cry. But it was all coming together. Her sister wasn't coming back...never ever would she see her smile or hear her voice ever again. A small tear fell down her face, but instinctively, her hand flew up to wipe it. Prue put her arm around Pheobe and led her out.

When they got home, Pheobe and Prue both walked into Piper's room to clean up. Suddenly, Prue didn't care if her sister saw all the blood that had most likely ruined the linoleum.

"Look," Prue said, picking up a note with Pheobe's name on it and handing it to her. Then she picked up one with her name on it. Both were in Piper's handwriting. They both began to read the notes. They were suicide notes. Prue sobbed reading her's and Pheobe suddenly became the strong one. Both girls put the notes in there rooms in memory boxes that went under each one's bed. That would be the first bad memory that went in the boxes.

Prue went into Piper's memory box and put her death certificate on top of everything. It would be the last memory that went into her's.