A/N - Okay people who are reading Is it really My Destiny? or Ray of Hope, do not panic I am continuing them, its just my muse kept bugging me with this story, but now i have it out of my system, i am continuing with the other stories. This is story is from Phoebes point of view, encase you can't understand who is telling the story. And one other thing this story is dedicated to my friend Nieves, because i know she has probably been waiting for me to write a mainly P/C based story and because she helped me come up with the story.

My Cursed Gift

Chapter 1 -

I never believed such things existed, maybe out of my other two sisters, I believed more about this kind of stuff, but I didn't believe it would change my life. I was seen as normal before but now they see me as a freak. That I'm insane, that I don't really see what I see. It all started three years ago, I was In the car with my family, my grams, my eldest sister Prue, and my other sister Piper. The car began to spin out of control on the freeway, until this day I don't really know why. Like I don't know why I survived and they didn't, well Piper survived, but sometimes, I think she may be happier if she were dead. I don't remember much after crashing into a few cars and spinning threw the fencing and into a bank, as I was knocked unconscious. I just remember waking up in a hospital. Being told I have many internal injures and that I was lucky to be alive. I received a gift that day, that day that I woke up in the hospital bed, and this is my story, of how It all happened, how I got here today, how this gift changed my life, but also cursed it. How I learnt that I am not alone, and how I came to use my gift to fight evil with my sisters…

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I was on my way to work, when I bumped into him, I winced as the folder he was carrying jabbed me in the stomach.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't see you." he said bending down to pick up my fallen handbag.

"Its all my fault I was looking where I was going." I replied glancing into his blue eyes.

"Well it was nice meeting you." He replied as he passed me my handbag, he's fingers brushing mine, which sent me into a powerful vision. The gift I had some how received in that accident. It was so powerful I couldn't hold my self as I bent over, and placed my hands on my knees to steady myself.

"Are you okay? Shall I get someone?" I could hear his voice far away like a distant echo.

When I came out of my vision, I gagged and managed "I am going to be sick."

He carefully pulled my hair from around my face, so I would not throw up on it, and held it for me while I puked on the sidewalk. I moaned in pain, as it hurt to throw up, due to my internal injures, which I needed the money to pay for the better medicine, or maybe an operation, to maybe stand a chance of ever having a family in the future, or just being able to go a day without a pain tearing at me from the inside, but I didn't have that kind of money. And people who did weren't prepared to give to me.

"Are you okay? Shall I get someone?" he's voice brought me back to earth.

"No I'm fine." I replied as I stood up.

"What happened?" he asked curious.

"Uh I think, I must have a bug, I don't feel so great." I lied, knowing full well why I had thrown up, it was because what I had seen. I took a minute to study him, he had black hair, blue eyes, was quiet tall, defiantly not weak looking and the tan supported his figure perfectly. My heart skipped a beat, knowing he was defiantly the one from my vision.

"If you're sure you're okay, I must get going…it was nice meeting you…"

"Phoebe." I finished for him. "Thanks…"

"Cole." He replied. "Well bye Phoebe, I hope you feel better soon."

"Bye Cole." I said savoring the name.

*******

Mrs. Halliwell what do you call this?" My boss asked as he pointed at the clock "You're 10 minutes late."

"I…uh"

"Probably crying about her pitiful life." Came Cindy's cold voice from behind me. "Must be hard work having to go home every night, to your crappy one bedroom apartment, cook a meal for one, sleep alone. But I guess that's what you get for being a freak."

Her words hurt me and they caused my heart to sting. Cindy had everything and she wasn't scared to brag about it either, she was engaged to some hotshot lawyer, and the ring on her finger must of cost a bomb. And she takes every chance she can to wave it around in front of you. She also has plenty of money; she comes from a rich background, but says she makes her own money. Of course I believe that half of it must come from her parents. She was also very pretty; she had long brownie, blonde hair that hung down, and unusual but pretty green eyes. She had the perfect figure that every girl dreamed of and she knew it. Guess it true that looks can be deceiving, I thought.

"I'm sorry Mr. Clarke, Its just I over slept it won't happen again, I promise." I said ignoring Cindy's words.

"I reckon she lying sir, she probably had one of her so called visions, from her 'gift' as she likes to call it."

I left the desk and stepped into the elevator, once again ignoring Cindy, but knowing she was following me. She entered the elevator just like me, and the doors closed leaving us alone. I nervously played with my handbag; I hated being alone with her.

"Everyone thinks your crazy you know." The insults just rolled of her tongue; I swear she didn't know how to be polite. "They should put you in one of those homes for Psycho people. No one can see the future, you're screwed up you know that? You shouldn't even be allowed out of your house, you're a disgrace to us all."

I could never lie about things anymore, there was just no point in lying it only leads to getting people hurt, and I didn't want that. Everyone at work knew anyway that I had this so called gift, though sometimes I didn't see it that way, maybe it was more of a curse! I made the stupid mistake of telling who I thought was there to help me through this after I lost my family about what I was seeing and how it was happening, and how I had been told this sort of thing was special. Anyway the guy was a journalist seeing if he could some story out of the accident, as they were short on news, anyway he made me into the front-page freak, and of course everyone reads the paper.

"I'm not crazy…I can help people you know, if you let me I can help you." I blurted out.

Her eyes flamed with anger, and she grabbed by my shirt collar and threw me against the elevator wall. "You stay away from me okay! I don't want you anywhere near me when you don't have to be!" She screamed "You think you're so special with your gift don't you? But you know what, you have a crap job, A crap apartment, no friends, no family and no man, you know what I am not surprised, no guy would what to be see with the likes of you such a screwed up low life freak! Let alone be sleeping with you!"

Part of that made me angry, but I wasn't the type to fight back, I didn't have the energy anymore, after all I had learned it wasn't worth the trouble. Part of that hurt because I knew it was true. I had nothing. People were scared of what they didn't understand, and people didn't understand me. Each person had a different way of reacting some would run, some would just pretend I didn't exist, some like Cindy had fun making my life hell. I was an assistant here in the advertising business; it was the only job I could get after everyone in the city had seen the paper. I just can't understand why and when we turned into a self-centered world where we only care about ourselves, and if you are not normal, you don't get the job. I am sure my boss just felt sorry for me, losing a family wasn't easy on me. The day passed slowly, like all days, I worked hard and no one cared. Cindy had sent me to retrieve some files for her after throwing her usually insults at me, and embarrassing me in front of clients or staff. I stepped into the elevator carrying the files and dreading that I had to return to her office.

"Wait!" came a familiar voice, that I could not put a name too. He put his hand between the doors stopping them from closing. "Fate must just keep throwing us together." He joked as he pressed the button for a floor. The guy from the street, Cole I recognise him now I thought.

"Yeah!" I replied trying not to look at him, I felt slightly attracted to him.

"Are you feeling better now?" he asked politely.

"Much better." I replied I can't believe he remembers me! Though the thought of what was might happen to him, twisted my stomach, into a very uneasy knot.

The elevator jerked, and I let out a small shriek of horror Oh God! I held onto the files I was holding not wanting to drop and ruin any of them. I deep breaths to try and control my panic as the elevator shook violently.

"I wouldn't worry about it." He said "Probably just a technical problem will be moving in a second." He saw the look of terror on my face, and watched as I shook. Stupid to think he even cares! I thought as he slowly walked towards me, he took the files from my shaking hands and placed them on the ground. He then took my right hand a gently squeezed it. "We will be fine." He said as he lightly caressed my hand with his thumb.

"I guess you're like my hero today." I don't even know why I said that, I feel so stupid, I cursed myself for saying such a ridiculous thing.

"I like playing the hero." He replied casually, with that beautiful smile, that made my body tinkle.

The elevator jerked and began moving again, I sighed in relieve it was over. He held my gaze for a while as if memorizing my features, and then suddenly tore his gaze away and dropped my hand as if he was guilty of something. He picked up the files and handed them back to me. "So do you work here Phoebe?" he said, relaxed again. He remembers my name! People here don't even know my name!

"Yeah, I am an assistant." I replied nervously, suddenly very embarrassed that he might have seen I was blushing before. "What do you do? I haven't seen you around here before?" I asked continuing the conversation. The elevator doors opened and we both stepped into the hallway.

As he replied "I am a lawyer, and my fiancé works here, that's her office." He said pointing in the direction of Cindy's door. I felt my heart shatter, and I felt stupid for thinking that Cole even liked me, and that I had a chance with such a charming, obviously intelligent, well off man.

"I'm going there too." I choked out.

"You're her assistant, funny she never mentioned you." He said as he held open the door to her office for me.

"I have the files." I said without looking at her.

"Honey what are you doing here?" she said ignoring me, and walking towards Cole.

"I thought I would surprise you for lunch. " he followed it up with that smile, which could charm any girl...even Cindy.

"Where should I put these?" I croaked as they embraced.

"On my desk." She snapped, as she pulled Cole closer and captured his lips with her own.

I felt stupid standing there waiting for them to finish making out right in front of me. Gawd! I felt so stupid, of course Cole, would be with someone like Cindy. I was going to die alone, Cindy's painful words came back to haunt me and crushed me from the inside.

When they pulled away, I took my chance and spoke "Is there anything else you want?" I asked politely "No its fine, maybe you should just go, and find someone else to pester." She replied.

"Okay." I replied as if she had never even said those painful words.

"Wait." Said Cole as I brushed passed the couple.

"You forgot something." He said.

"What?" I replied trying not to look at him.

"This morning you dropped this." He said pulling something out of his pocket.

"My locket." I gasped "How did?"

"It fell out your bag."

I reached out my hand to take it when Cindy, grabbed it from his hand and clicked it open. "Awwww! How cute." She said, as she looked at the picture inside, the only picture I had left of my sisters and me.

"Cindy!" Cole said annoyed "Things like that I personal, you can't just go looking at other peoples stuff."

I felt a slight smile curl the ends of my lips, as I heard Cole say that, he obviously respected me a little.

I knew I stood no chance with Cole anyway, even if they did break of their engagement. Cindy would surely tell Cole all about my gift, see what I mean about it being my curse?

"Sorry sweetie." She apologised to Cole, and shot me a dirty look, before handing me back my locket.

******

"Hey Piper." I said as I sat next to the hospital bed, and took her hand in mine, even though she wasn't awake I believed she could hear me. Every night I sat here next to Piper telling her about my day. Praying that maybe she might wake up, the accident had left her in a terrible comma, but I refused on letting them give up on her. She was a fighter, and the only person I had left in my family.

"I met this guy today, and he was really nice, bad thing is he's engaged to a cold-hearted bitch! Its strange but I feel something for him, he has been they only person to ask if I am okay in three months, I guess it seems like he cares about me…but maybe I am just kidding myself. He returned my locket though…that's got to mean something right, I know most people in this city would of kept it and sold it on. Gawd! Piper I miss you, if you wake up, you will complete my heart, I can be happy again, right now I am all alone, in this big world. But don't think I am blaming you I could never blame you, for what happened. If you wake up at least I will have someone to talk too, and I know you won't abandon me. Even if I ever got together with Cole, which would be in my dreams, I would have nothing to give. Sometimes I think Cindy is right, I am alone and no one cares about me. I also had a vision today Piper, god! It was so horrible…I saw…I saw Cole he was dead someone had stabbed him, and then obviously sliced at parts of his body, disfiguring him. It was so awful…someone's going to kill him but I don't know who Piper and I don't know when. I can't even tell him, it might scare him away, especially make him believe Cindy when she says I'm crazy. Piper how do you tell someone there going to die and you don't know how to help?

TBC…