The Nightmare
Piper settled herself into a pew at the back of the church, pretending to listen to what the minister was saying. Her dark chocolate colored eyes searched the aundience for that head of sleek brown hair, hoping to catch a glimpse of those blue eyes and the little girl that they belonged too.
"Come and get me." She whispered appearing before Piper.
"I can't." Piper replied. "I have to listen."
"But there may be no time." She whispered again, moving towards the doors. "For either of us." Some how her small hands were able to clasp the door tightly enough and she had enough strength to pull them open. Out of curiosity, Piper followed her.
She stood at the bottom of the steps, now a teenager; in soaked clothes as the rain continued to poor on around her. "I told you there wouldn't be enough time." She whispered turning on her heel and slipping down the alley beside the church. Piper followed again and as she neared the girl, she started to run.
Piper tried to follow, but it was like something was holding her back and the girl quickly raced from sight. "It's never the right time; is it? You'll never truly be ready; will you?" Her voice carried on the wind or something, haunting Piper.
"I can't wait forever. I've waited long enough, but are you ready? Will you ever be ready?"
Piper Halliwell lurched awake, gasping for air. It had struck again, the horrifying nightmare that she could never understand. The one that had stuck with her for months now and didn't seem to want to leave. But she didn't care, all she wanted to know was what the girl meant, why she had come to Piper. Because there was always more to something then meets the eye.