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Post by Anastasia Halliwell on May 16, 2007 4:21:26 GMT 1
Anastasia
:: They were really close yet their personalities alone were like water and oil, unmixable. He was the jock that had nothing nice to say while she was the quiet artistic geek that had paint splattered all over her shoes every day. Never in a million years did anyone ever think they’d be the perfect pair that would out shine any friendship.
Forced together on an assignment, he figured she’d do everything for him. He needed the grade to keep up with basketball and saw this as an easy “A”. Little did he know, she wasn’t going to let him just cruise while she did all the heavy lifting. Getting him to work was hard but she managed to do it. She never spoke to him the entire time they worked together only giving him subtle corrections for his part of the project. He rattled on and on until he finally realized that she wasn’t going to respond to his crude remarks. She was the first who could shut him up without making him angry. After the assignment was over, they went their separate ways occasionally meeting eye contact while in the hallway. Eventually his curiosity would lead him in her direction wanting to understand her. Time they spent together really changed his character and he began to view things in a different light. She’d be completely honest with him and he would with her. ::
“I’m sorry,”
:: Holding the bouquet of wildflowers, she stood over his grave whispering all her faults and past mistakes. All the things she couldn’t take back, all the lies she’s told. Looking down, a bouquet of flowers already occupied the vase she created in ceramics for him. His mother must’ve come earlier to pay her respects. Although it had been a year since his death, she found herself wiping away stray tears that trickled down her cheek.
Closing her eyes for a moment, she felt the wind hug her body telling her to move on while still clinging onto her. Without saying goodbye, she left the bouquet of flowers next to the vase before walking off to the taxi she hailed.
Anger sized her in its clutches laughing at her tears. With fists balled up at her side, she paid her tab with a forced smile of appreciation. Watching the driver slowly make its way out, she lingered for a little longer before teleporting home.
Leaving her pack on the desk chair in her room, she headed into the kitchen grabbing a glass to quench her thirst. Taking all that was left in the water pitcher, she refilled it before placing it back into the fridge. Expecting no one to be home, she pulled off her shirt revealing a black two piece halter top with bruises and gashes that weren’t there earlier. Having been numb to the pain, she quickly realized how much damage had been done. Rolling around on the reef earlier then being slammed into the rock face over and over again was not a pretty sight. The waves took its anger out on her today as she caught every bad drift.
Throwing her bloodied shirt over her bed, she walked to the bathroom her and her sister shared in search of the peroxide and the first aid kit. ::
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Post by Phoebe Halliwell on May 20, 2007 19:17:51 GMT 1
Phoebe
"Hunny, Anastasia? Where are you, I need a word..."
::Phoebe opened the door to Anastasia's room and saw the shirt on her bed, blood covering it, she gasped, wondering why the hell she hadn't said anything::
"What happened? Why didn't you tell me? Are you alright?"
::Phoebe said still staring at the shirt and then looking round for her, hearing the taps on she went to the bathroom and stood by the door frame waiting for an answer or her daughter to turn around::
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Post by Anastasia Halliwell on May 20, 2007 20:01:01 GMT 1
Anastasia
:: Finding the first aid kit was no problem but someone must’ve moved the peroxide as she couldn’t find it anywhere. As each opening led her to a dead end, she decided to raid her parent’s bathroom. Hearing her mother’s voice startled her as she believed she was the only one home. Turning around she faced her mother. ::
“I’m fine. I wasn’t attacked if that’s what you’re asking.”
:: Her words almost seemed harsh and cold as she stared at her mother. Feeling guilty for her tone, she quickly looked away. ::
“I’m sorry mom. It’s just not a good day.”
:: She had the gauze and tape spread out which she quickly pocketed needing them even if she couldn’t reach. Having such a nifty power did have its perks. Brushing past her mother still in search of some disinfectants, she decided to raid her parent’s bathroom. ::
“What did you want to talk about?”
:: She wasn’t one to talk much, but listening did her well. Ever since the accident she pushed everyone away, never wanting to talk to anyone. It was difficult for her to just move on as if nothing had happened. It seemed even harder on her parent’s as she wouldn’t let them in. As the year went by, she slowly came back to life but there were days when she was a complete wreck and today was one of them. ::
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Post by Phoebe Halliwell on May 20, 2007 20:29:25 GMT 1
Phoebe
"Sweetie, if it's one of those day we don't have to talk but Its just about your father, I've spoken to your sister already, as she was here a minute ago, we both didn't hear you come in?"
::Phoebe's head tilted slightly, she didn't want to disturb her daughter more than she was at this precise moment, but then again this couldn't wait::
I hope shes OK, she was having a good month, she'll soon be back to normal though...
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Post by Anastasia Halliwell on May 20, 2007 20:43:24 GMT 1
Anastasia
:: Turning back to face her mother, Anastasia read her eyes clearly. Although she couldn’t read her mind or feel her emotions like her sister, she knew what her mother had to say was important. ::
“I came in the unconventional way,”
:: A chuckle escaped her lips as her eyes softened as did her body. Releasing the tension she was holding in, she allowed a smile to appear. ::
“Please mom, I’m willing to listen if you’re willing to share.”
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Post by Phoebe Halliwell on May 20, 2007 22:35:46 GMT 1
Phoebe
::Phoebe frowned at Anastasia and then smiled at, realising what she meant, and then started to speak but hesitated, then once again started and sighed::
"Cole's back..."
::She looked up at her daughter at this point, eyes connected. Did she have to say any more, she thought not, Anastasia understood much more that Destiny with little information said::
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Post by Anastasia Halliwell on May 20, 2007 23:18:08 GMT 1
Anastasia
:: Disbelief washed over her as she was about to laugh until she saw the look in her mothers eyes as they connected. Her smile flipped over as the wheels in her mind began to turn. Her eyes searched that of her mothers for the answer to her questions. ::
“Why?”
:: Not even bothering to ask the how, she jumped passed the magical reasoning and hit the question that mattered the most. Her fists balled up at her side, she didn’t need to hear the answer she already knew it.
He who broke her mothers heart in the worst way possible. Made her walk down the isle mislead. Turned her against all she has known and made her doubt her judgment, her faith and her heart. She never knew him personally but all she’s learned was that he defiled everything he touched.
Turning away from her mother, Anastasia had to breathe for a second. ::
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Post by Phoebe Halliwell on May 20, 2007 23:24:25 GMT 1
Phoebe
"I think you already know the answer to that, he wasn't all that bad, the source and his many powers drove him mad.....he helped Piper that time, remember?"
::She didn't like to see her daughter distressed like this, there was more of a reaction from Anastasia than Destiny but she expected that anyway. She went over to her and put her hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her::
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Post by Anastasia Halliwell on May 21, 2007 2:21:40 GMT 1
Anastasia
“How can you say that?”
:: Shrugging off her mothers comforting touch, her voice grew cold. ::
“How can you say that he wasn’t all that bad? He is a demon mom. Yeah he’s half human but that makes no difference. He chose his path; he chose to hurt you or have you forgotten.”
:: Turning around, she took a step away from her mother. She couldn’t believe it; she didn’t want to believe it. Her mother was defending him as if she- ::
“Do you still love him?”
:: Her voice wavered as she said that. Words were just words but pictures were moments that captured the truth.
She saw their picture; the one she wished was with that of her father. Her eyes, she could tell that the love they shared was so real. He was a good man then, but not anymore. ::
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Post by Phoebe Halliwell on May 21, 2007 23:14:20 GMT 1
Phoebe
::Phoebe felt Anastasia's tone, cold, sharp and icy but it didn't set her of her task, she expected it from her as she had been rather cold the last year but she would get through::
"You already know the answer to that question, a love like that, like this doesn't go away Anastasia, it doesn't mean I still don't love your dad"
::She paused briefly, letting the message get across, hoping that somewhere Anastasia would understand even though Phoebe didn't expect her to::
"He may be half demon, but he has a human side...there are half witch and demons out there, they still choose a side...and there are ones who choose good before you say that most of them are evil. As far as his 'path' goes, well everyone looses their way once in a while"
::She didn't want to seem as if she was choosing him over her and so she went up to her daughter and grabbed her hand pulling her to face her, looking deep into her eyes::
"If you don't want me to see him, I will but that has to be in your heart of hearts Anastasia, I'm not loosing my daughters for any man"
I hope I can do this if she asks of me
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Post by Anastasia Halliwell on May 22, 2007 3:08:59 GMT 1
Anastasia
“You already lost me. Besides, it’s not my heart that you should be worried about.”
:: Never really giving her mother a definite answer, Anastasia held a blank, emotionless stare as she spoke without regret. ::
“You will see him, no matter what I or anyone else says. So what’s the point? Why bother when you’ll just lie in the end.”
A love like that, like this doesn’t just go away…
:: She knew it was selfish of her to say things so hurtful but she couldn’t help it. Her mother was practically telling her that everything between her father and her was a lie. Her love for him was never strong; it almost seemed as if she married him out of necessity or to ease the pain. ::
“Why marry my father when another was still in your heart? Why vow your life and love to him only to throw it all away? Why can’t you see what this will do?”
A love like that, like this doesn’t just go away…
:: The words echoed in her mind as her heart ached. She was only thirteen years old yet she felt as if the world was hers to carry. She lost her first assignment, no ever knew. She put her heart into it and lost more than her soul. ::
“If you don’t love my father then just say it. Don’t lie to your heart and don’t lie to him.”
:: Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to blink them away. All of the emotions she kept hidden away were edging their way out. She hated it, she hated feeling it. She hated this conversation. More than anything, she hated him. She hated Cole which in turn made her hate her mother. She never showed it, but she could feel it burning inside of her. ::
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Post by Phoebe Halliwell on May 22, 2007 19:29:20 GMT 1
Phoebe
::The comment that Anastasia made about already loosing her shocked her, it was like a physical attack, she flinched and stepped back. Looking away from her daughter, not being able to meet her eyes, her intense glare::
"Its different Anastasia, you learn that when you grow older, and thats not me being patronising. You will...."
::Phoebe got a sudden feeling of hatred, it wasn't directed at her but then within a second it was, she felt sick and she needed to get out of there, all of a sudden she heard Coops voice, she didn't' bother looking at her daughter, she knew what she would get. She walked out her room straight for his voice, still with the same vague, shocked expression on her face::
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Post by Anastasia Halliwell on Jun 1, 2007 1:25:56 GMT 1
Anastasia
:: Watching her mother’s reaction, a part of her wanted to say that she was sorry while another part just stood laughing and enjoying it. Turning around she knew what had to be done. Two parts of one soul, one growing stronger while the other weaker. One had to be eliminated.
Anger raced through her veins as she thought of her mother playing wife to her father. She couldn’t hold it in much longer as it swelled into her chest making it harder and harder to breath. She needed an escape from the sudden rush of emotions. ::
You’ll learn that when you grow older.
:: Collapsing to her knees, her heart ached as if it were to burst at any moment. She didn’t know what to do. The pain was so immense; she felt the void within her grow larger ripping the stitches she had so carefully mended before.
Hearing Cole’s voice then her mother’s spell made it even worse. She loved her father with all her being and never wanted to see him hurt. Gathering herself up, she quickly wiped away the pain and tears. Taking a deep breath she put on her happy face and went to greet her father. ::
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