A/N: Ok, I changed a minor detail in this story starting from chapter
seven. The factor changed was the aspect of Leo and the other Charmed Ones
knowing about Piper's.. umm.. actions. It just dawned on me that they would
have been doing more for Piper if they knew exactly what was going on----
Piper thinks that they know, though--- I suggest you reread from chapter
seven anyways because you probably need to refresh your memories after all
my un-updated-ness lately...
I can't make sense of it, the dream, even when I had a prequel to it last night. Yes, I had a weird dream prequel.
*
We were at the manor, Leo, my sisters, and I. I had been arguing with the others about something that I wanted to do, but they thought that I shouldn't... I can't remember what. All I know is that I am extremely frustrated that they are restricting me, once again. I'm thinking, last time I checked, I was still the oldest sister!
I find myself running down the street, heart pumping, adrenaline pushing, being chased by Paige's car, carrying my sisters and Leo. The sky is gray, making all of the colors around me muted and dull. There are no flowers anywhere and every house looks the same, white and empty; there aren't even any cars in the driveways. I think to myself, after 18 miles, they should be starting to give up. (After waking, I know that, as usual, my subconscious exaggerates.) I see thick woods coming up in front of me; my oasis for escape; there are no paths wide enough for a car to navigate. So as I enter the woods, the car moves back and forth along the edge, trying to find an possible entrance, looking a lot like a junkyard dog, fenced in and whining to get out.
I run to hide behind a tree and peek around it to watch the car. It drives away. Victorious! They have given up on me! I go to walk further into the forest, and stop dead as I see Leo closing in. His body is very rigid and his face shows no emotion. My heart skips a beat as I race off again aimlessly, dodging trees and hurtling stumps and debris. Leo follows behind me as I slowly make progress in my escape.
I get the feeling that this majestic forest is abandoned; this is just something I know in the dream. I also know that Leo is starting to get more frantic as I stride away from him. For some reason, he won't give up like me sisters did, even when I gain another yard ahead of him.
*
I know that my dream is trying to tell me something. Dreams do that; they are your subconscious trying to help you to solve a problem... I just wish I knew what this problem was.
I don't know why I tried to feel that dreamkiss again. I don't even like Leo, really. We're not even married anymore; I say so. I don't love him anymore; at least I don't think I do. But that's what I said, 'I do.' I said it and I had meant it. I don't know why I wanted to marry him in the first place. I must have loved him, but I don't feel it now. I'm determined not to.
*
I've been dieting for two months now and I've even cut down to only five cups of coffee a day, rather than eight to ten everyday. I look very different, too. Very Beautiful. Even though what I have of breasts has decreased, I still think that little change in my eating habits has made a big difference. I don't have to put my arms high in the air for my belly button to become elongated and beautiful. It now does that naturally.
Oh! My complexion has also changed, become more pale and Paige-like. I love it, even though it brings out my dark circles. My sisters have noticed my whitish yellow skin and are now making me take a mega vitamin everyday. They are making me eat! They make sure to watch me while I try to swallow the huge pill.
An hour from now, they will come upstairs to find me reading and shake out a big yellow pill and hand it to me with a large glass of water. I'll protest, of course, and they will insist that I take the vitamin and guilt me into it, saying that they are just try to be good sisters and that they are trying to be caring friends. I will finally give in and put the humongous yellow... thing in my mouth and chug the whole glass of water down with it so it will actually go down, at least exiting my mouth and getting lodged just below the chocking-point in my throat.
I still have a long way 'till I become as beautiful as I possibly can. I've lost thirty pounds, but I can probably lose another ten by next week. You just wait.
*
Ooo... I hear them coming! Where is that book? There it is, on my desk. Hurry, hurry... Get back into bed... "Piper?"
"Hmm?" I purposely leave my nose in the book as if absorbed in it.
"Piper." I look up this time and Phoebe raises the brown bottle of those awful pills. "Paige's coming up with some water also."
Now I have the big yellow thing in one hand and the cool glass in the other. I look from one to the other and take a deep breath. I wish they would do something while I build my courage to gulp down the vitamin; maybe look around the room casually or... something. But no, my sisters just stand and watch me as I ponder. "Well, go ahead Piper. Chug that big momma down. I make myself do the same every morning."
Paige stops wondering for a moment to cringe. "She makes me take one too."
Suddenly, an idea strikes me. I can avoid the guilt of swallowing this pill easily! I'll swallow just the water! With a slight smirk at my ingenious scheme, I easily pop the pill into my mouth and force it under my tongue. I then gulp down the water, planning to make a disgusted face, as if the feeling of it going down my throat is awful. Then the taste hits me; a bitter and wholly repulsing smack seeps all around my tongue and mouth. I know my face is screwed up into the most disgusted expression, and that I look as if I might puke, but I can't help it. Paige and Phoebe both scrunch up their faces slightly as Phoebe takes the glass gently away from me, saying, "Yeah, you didn't swallow fast enough there, Piper." They both smile sympathetically.
"Do you need more water, honey?" No, no! Just leave! I shake my head violently as they look at my panicked face. They need to leave now so I can be rid of this.. thing in my mouth! I wave them off, trying not to look too desperate or guilty. They quickly exit the room, knowing that I am becoming frantic but probably not why. Actually, they probably do know that I was trying to scheme them and my plan backfired... They were probably laughing at me after they left, but I wasn't thinking about that; I was too busy spitting repeatedly in the sink, try to vanquish that horrid taste from my mouth. I caught the pill before it went down the drain and got my revenge. I took a cup and ground that stupid, revolting pill into little pieces and then wiped those cursed chunks into that cup and filled it with hot water, dissolving every bit of it. A few hours later, when it's residue was finally out of my mouth, I dumped the now liquefied vitamin into the toilet and flushed it into the sewers.
From now on, I will just discreetly drop the pill down my shirt as I take a sip of the water. I think I'll even practice the maneuver later. I guess this pen cap will to nicely. I will also dispose of the vitamins in my new ritual of crushing and dissolving the putrid supplement and then washing it down the drain.
*
I think something may be wrong with me. Seriously. I'm brushing my hair and lots of it is coming out. At first I just ignored it but more and more kept on collecting is bunches on my brush. I presently ran my fingers through my hair and now there are at least twenty strands in my hand. I have no idea what to do... Maybe I should wear a bandana to bed to try and keep those hairs on... Maybe they will re-root. I should probably take a break from brushing and washing my hair for a while and let it... heal, I guess.
Also, just this morning I was brushing my teeth. My gums have been bleeding a little bit when I brush for about a month, but sometimes that just happens because you are brushing better than you used to and your gums need to get used to it. But this morning I could actually taste the blood and when I spit, the foam from the toothpaste was bright red. I was so scared and I still am a bit worried. My gums wouldn't stop bleeding for fifteen minutes. I almost went downstairs to talk to my sisters about it, but then figured they would overreact. I was having a hard enough time try to keep myself from overreacting. I don't think I'll brush my teeth tonight. I think I'll just let my gums heal...
A/N: One word: Malnourishment.
Update:
Ok, major update on the whole 'Writer's Block' thing. You guys are gonna hate me, but I extremely dislike my story at the moment. There are some good parts but they have nothing to do with the actual plot. I'm planning on changing a few things besides some of the plotwork to make it an original fiction. This, of course, will take quite a while, seeing as I procrastinate like the dickens and have no real free time anyways. I'll try to tell you guys when each chapter is complete but I'm not going to post until at least half of the story is completed. The worst part? I hired a beta reader but haven't actually sent her anything worth correcting. Heh. Sorry, again Lizzy.
Well, feel free to yell at me, via review. Don't hit me too hard though. Brain damage might make this whole process even slower.
Zealous
I can't make sense of it, the dream, even when I had a prequel to it last night. Yes, I had a weird dream prequel.
*
We were at the manor, Leo, my sisters, and I. I had been arguing with the others about something that I wanted to do, but they thought that I shouldn't... I can't remember what. All I know is that I am extremely frustrated that they are restricting me, once again. I'm thinking, last time I checked, I was still the oldest sister!
I find myself running down the street, heart pumping, adrenaline pushing, being chased by Paige's car, carrying my sisters and Leo. The sky is gray, making all of the colors around me muted and dull. There are no flowers anywhere and every house looks the same, white and empty; there aren't even any cars in the driveways. I think to myself, after 18 miles, they should be starting to give up. (After waking, I know that, as usual, my subconscious exaggerates.) I see thick woods coming up in front of me; my oasis for escape; there are no paths wide enough for a car to navigate. So as I enter the woods, the car moves back and forth along the edge, trying to find an possible entrance, looking a lot like a junkyard dog, fenced in and whining to get out.
I run to hide behind a tree and peek around it to watch the car. It drives away. Victorious! They have given up on me! I go to walk further into the forest, and stop dead as I see Leo closing in. His body is very rigid and his face shows no emotion. My heart skips a beat as I race off again aimlessly, dodging trees and hurtling stumps and debris. Leo follows behind me as I slowly make progress in my escape.
I get the feeling that this majestic forest is abandoned; this is just something I know in the dream. I also know that Leo is starting to get more frantic as I stride away from him. For some reason, he won't give up like me sisters did, even when I gain another yard ahead of him.
*
I know that my dream is trying to tell me something. Dreams do that; they are your subconscious trying to help you to solve a problem... I just wish I knew what this problem was.
I don't know why I tried to feel that dreamkiss again. I don't even like Leo, really. We're not even married anymore; I say so. I don't love him anymore; at least I don't think I do. But that's what I said, 'I do.' I said it and I had meant it. I don't know why I wanted to marry him in the first place. I must have loved him, but I don't feel it now. I'm determined not to.
*
I've been dieting for two months now and I've even cut down to only five cups of coffee a day, rather than eight to ten everyday. I look very different, too. Very Beautiful. Even though what I have of breasts has decreased, I still think that little change in my eating habits has made a big difference. I don't have to put my arms high in the air for my belly button to become elongated and beautiful. It now does that naturally.
Oh! My complexion has also changed, become more pale and Paige-like. I love it, even though it brings out my dark circles. My sisters have noticed my whitish yellow skin and are now making me take a mega vitamin everyday. They are making me eat! They make sure to watch me while I try to swallow the huge pill.
An hour from now, they will come upstairs to find me reading and shake out a big yellow pill and hand it to me with a large glass of water. I'll protest, of course, and they will insist that I take the vitamin and guilt me into it, saying that they are just try to be good sisters and that they are trying to be caring friends. I will finally give in and put the humongous yellow... thing in my mouth and chug the whole glass of water down with it so it will actually go down, at least exiting my mouth and getting lodged just below the chocking-point in my throat.
I still have a long way 'till I become as beautiful as I possibly can. I've lost thirty pounds, but I can probably lose another ten by next week. You just wait.
*
Ooo... I hear them coming! Where is that book? There it is, on my desk. Hurry, hurry... Get back into bed... "Piper?"
"Hmm?" I purposely leave my nose in the book as if absorbed in it.
"Piper." I look up this time and Phoebe raises the brown bottle of those awful pills. "Paige's coming up with some water also."
Now I have the big yellow thing in one hand and the cool glass in the other. I look from one to the other and take a deep breath. I wish they would do something while I build my courage to gulp down the vitamin; maybe look around the room casually or... something. But no, my sisters just stand and watch me as I ponder. "Well, go ahead Piper. Chug that big momma down. I make myself do the same every morning."
Paige stops wondering for a moment to cringe. "She makes me take one too."
Suddenly, an idea strikes me. I can avoid the guilt of swallowing this pill easily! I'll swallow just the water! With a slight smirk at my ingenious scheme, I easily pop the pill into my mouth and force it under my tongue. I then gulp down the water, planning to make a disgusted face, as if the feeling of it going down my throat is awful. Then the taste hits me; a bitter and wholly repulsing smack seeps all around my tongue and mouth. I know my face is screwed up into the most disgusted expression, and that I look as if I might puke, but I can't help it. Paige and Phoebe both scrunch up their faces slightly as Phoebe takes the glass gently away from me, saying, "Yeah, you didn't swallow fast enough there, Piper." They both smile sympathetically.
"Do you need more water, honey?" No, no! Just leave! I shake my head violently as they look at my panicked face. They need to leave now so I can be rid of this.. thing in my mouth! I wave them off, trying not to look too desperate or guilty. They quickly exit the room, knowing that I am becoming frantic but probably not why. Actually, they probably do know that I was trying to scheme them and my plan backfired... They were probably laughing at me after they left, but I wasn't thinking about that; I was too busy spitting repeatedly in the sink, try to vanquish that horrid taste from my mouth. I caught the pill before it went down the drain and got my revenge. I took a cup and ground that stupid, revolting pill into little pieces and then wiped those cursed chunks into that cup and filled it with hot water, dissolving every bit of it. A few hours later, when it's residue was finally out of my mouth, I dumped the now liquefied vitamin into the toilet and flushed it into the sewers.
From now on, I will just discreetly drop the pill down my shirt as I take a sip of the water. I think I'll even practice the maneuver later. I guess this pen cap will to nicely. I will also dispose of the vitamins in my new ritual of crushing and dissolving the putrid supplement and then washing it down the drain.
*
I think something may be wrong with me. Seriously. I'm brushing my hair and lots of it is coming out. At first I just ignored it but more and more kept on collecting is bunches on my brush. I presently ran my fingers through my hair and now there are at least twenty strands in my hand. I have no idea what to do... Maybe I should wear a bandana to bed to try and keep those hairs on... Maybe they will re-root. I should probably take a break from brushing and washing my hair for a while and let it... heal, I guess.
Also, just this morning I was brushing my teeth. My gums have been bleeding a little bit when I brush for about a month, but sometimes that just happens because you are brushing better than you used to and your gums need to get used to it. But this morning I could actually taste the blood and when I spit, the foam from the toothpaste was bright red. I was so scared and I still am a bit worried. My gums wouldn't stop bleeding for fifteen minutes. I almost went downstairs to talk to my sisters about it, but then figured they would overreact. I was having a hard enough time try to keep myself from overreacting. I don't think I'll brush my teeth tonight. I think I'll just let my gums heal...
A/N: One word: Malnourishment.
Update:
Ok, major update on the whole 'Writer's Block' thing. You guys are gonna hate me, but I extremely dislike my story at the moment. There are some good parts but they have nothing to do with the actual plot. I'm planning on changing a few things besides some of the plotwork to make it an original fiction. This, of course, will take quite a while, seeing as I procrastinate like the dickens and have no real free time anyways. I'll try to tell you guys when each chapter is complete but I'm not going to post until at least half of the story is completed. The worst part? I hired a beta reader but haven't actually sent her anything worth correcting. Heh. Sorry, again Lizzy.
Well, feel free to yell at me, via review. Don't hit me too hard though. Brain damage might make this whole process even slower.
Zealous