Title: Runaway
Author's Note: This is my first Charmed fan-fic so I would appreciate anything you had to say. Please review this story and let me know what you think, as then I will know whether to continue posting this story or not. The first chapter is very short, but the next will be longer, I promise.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Charmed.
Rating: PG. (This rating may change as I
am in the process of writing it.)
Summary: When a fourteen year old Melinda runs away from home, how does her
family cope and what adventures does she get up to.
Dear diary,
It's funny how you can be surrounded by people but feel all alone.
That's how I've felt my whole life, like I didn't fit in.
It's understandable when you consider the fact that everyone in my family has magical powers except for me. I can't help but feel left out, and lately the feelings have gotten bigger.
Its not that I don't love my family, because I do, its just that every time they fight a demon or use their powers I'm reminded of the fact that I don't belong. I have no one to turn to, no one who can understand what I'm going through. I can't talk to my parents, especially my mother. She's never known how to deal with me not having any magic. I'm not saying that she doesn't love me as much, because she does, its just that when I was younger she used to push me, as if by trying hard enough I would discover some magical gift I had. I've always resented her for that, which is probably why she and I have never been very close.
In fact I'm not close to anyone. That's not to say that I don't have any friends because I do, just nobody that I'm close to, that I trust.
Lately I've been filled with this feeling that there's somewhere I need to be, and that if I don't hurry up and go there I'm going to miss it.
Everyday I find it harder and harder to cope with the feelings I have and after the fight I had with mum tonight I've finally come to a decision.
I just hope that it's the right one.
Closing her diary, and placing it in her bag, Melinda Halliwell-Wyatt stared around the room she had called home all her life, and sighed. She knew that what she was doing needed to be done but that didn't make it any easier for her. She felt familiar feelings of fear and pain rise up inside her, but she refused to let herself think about it because she knew that if she did she would chicken out, and she couldn't do that. Not now she had come so far.
Melinda glanced at the letter she held in her hand one last time before placing it on her bed.
Taking one last look around her room, Melinda grabbed her back pack, which was loaded with some clothes, food, money and her most prized possessions, and turned of the light. She closed her door quietly as she exited her room and then made her way towards the stairs. Her parents would be getting up soon, and she wanted to be long gone before they noticed she was missing.
She hesitated as she reached the front door of the manor and after taking one last look at the place which had been her home for almost 15 years, she turned the handle on the front door and left, closing the door gently behind her.