Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or any of its characters.
A/N: This story contains suicidal themes.
The Breaking Point
Piper Halliwell had just finished putting her son to bed for the night and headed out of the room. Just as she closed Wyatt's door, orbs filled the spot in front of her. She expected to see Leo or Paige, but instead it was her whitelighter, Chris Perry.
Piper immediately glared at the young man in front of her. "What the hell do you think you're doing here? I told you I didn't want to see you anymore!"
"Piper, please, just let me…"
"No, I'm not listening to your lies. I don't care that you saved Wyatt or that he suddenly trusts you. You're the one that put him in danger in the first place!" Piper yelled. If he thought one good act was going to redeem him for putting her baby in danger, he had another thing coming.
"I'm sorry. I just didn't know what else to do. I thought if Wyatt's powers were bound that I could save the future," Chris said. He had to get her to understand that he was at his wits end. He was trying to save the world and he was running out of time to do it.
"Don't you even think about going with that lie about Wyatt being evil. My baby is not evil!" Piper said. She refused to believe that her innocent little boy would grow up to be evil. Chris was the evil one. He was lying about Wyatt to protect himself. He was probably the real evil in the future.
"It's not a lie! I wish it were, but it's not. Wyatt is evil in the future and if we don't do something…"
"Shut up! If you say one more word, I swear to God I will blow your ass into next decade! If anyone is evil, it's you. Now get the hell out of my house, you little son of bitch before I blow you up anyway!" Piper yelled.
Chris felt like he had been blown up. The pain he felt from his mother's words was worse than being blown up a thousand times. His own mother had called him evil and threatened his life. And she meant it too. She really would blow him up, which would kill him since he was only half whitelighter.
Chris did his best to shield the overwhelming pain he was feeling and orbed out.
"And don't think you're going to the club either! You're not welcome in any place of ours!" Piper yelled at the ceiling, knowing he could hear her.
A couple of hours later, Chris was on the floor of the back room of the club with a bottle of vodka in his hand. He'd heard Piper tell him not to go there, but where else could he go? He had no money and no ID. He had nothing.
Chris kept replaying the conversation he had with his mother in his head. He never thought he'd hear his own mother talk about him like that. Leo he could see doing it. It wouldn't be the first time his father had had a go at him. But his mother was different. She was always the one person he could count on no matter what. His aunts were great too, but his mom was his rock.
And now his mom hated him. There was no denying it either. Chris knew she hated him. She'd threatened to kill him and called him a son of a bitch. The one person he loved the most hated his guts. That fact filled him with more pain than he'd felt in his entire life, and he'd felt a lot of pain.
Chris took a swig from the vodka bottle. He kept waiting for it dull the pain like it always did before. Oh, he was no stranger to alcohol for pain numbing purposes. He drank a lot in the future to make himself feel better. It wasn't working this time though. He was pretty drunk, but no matt how much he drank, the pain was still there and it was unbearable.
Chris just wanted it to stop. He wanted it to stop hurting. He was sick of hurting. He'd been hurting since he was fourteen and his mother died. That was when the spiral started and it just never seemed to stop. Tonight was the tip of the pain filled iceberg, but it certainly hadn't started tonight.
Chris noticed a dinner knife on the floor by the couch. He immediately scrambled over to it and picked it up. It would be so easy. It could end all the pain once and for all. It wasn't like it was the first time he thought about it either. He'd thought about it a lot in the future, but he'd always found a reason not do it. The future needed saving. Wyatt needed saving and he was the only one willing to do it.
Now things were different. Yes, Wyatt still needed saving, but Chris felt like there was no prayer of saving him. How could he save him if his entire family was against him. They weren't going to help him now. Hell, his mother had threatened to kill him if he even showed up at the Manor again. So what could he do? He supposed he could go home, but that would be the same as using the knife. Wyatt would kill him the second he got back.
Chris stared at the knife. Again, Piper's words echoed in his head and the pain felt like it would crush him. That was when he made the decision. He could handle a lot, but he couldn't handle his mother's hatred. It was time to end it all once and for all.
Chris brought the knife to his wrist and cut.