The year was 1992 and Phoebe Halliwell was seventeen years old. She had just gotten into an argument with her grandmother, who she called Grams, and was very pissed off about it. Grams was being totally unfair! It wasn't like she was out gallivanting with every Tom, Dick, and Harry! So what if she was four hours late for curfew? Why was Grams so strict?
Phoebe sighed as she sat in her room, "Maybe I should apologize?" she thought as she stared up at the moon. Just then her older siblings, who grams no doubt told to speak to her, came into her room without knocking on the door. Prue, her oldest sibling started first, "What's gotten into you, Phoebe? You've always been hardheaded but this is ridiculous!" Phoebe growled and said, "What, are you my mother? So what if I was four hours late? Why does it matter?" Prue threw up her hands and shouted, "So what? You're out there sleeping around and you ask 'so what'?!" Phoebe got so mad that she pushed Prue and shouted, "I am not sleeping around!"
Prue growled back at Phoebe and nearly pushed her youngest sibling back but Piper, the middle sister, stopped them by getting in between them, "Prue, Phoebe, come on!" she said almost too calmly, "Enough." Prue glared at Phoebe, squinting her eyes, "Enough, Phoebe? Fine! I wish you were never born," Prue spouted without meaning but she quickly turned and stormed out of the room. Piper looked over at Phoebe, who looked like she was holding back her tears, "Phoebes?" She cooed trying to place a hand on her younger sister's shoulder but all she got was a scoff in return as Phoebe backed further away.
Phoebe looked up at her older sister and shouted, "Leave me alone! I don't have any sister!" With that, Piper slowly backed away, her own tears flowing freely down her face. She ran out of the room. Phoebe closed her eyes and began to shake, "I don't have any sisters," she shook her head, "I don't belong here," and with that she quickly stood up and grabbed an already-packed suitcase from under her bed and opened it. Inside was a map of the United States with a circle around New York. She nodded and placed it back. She quickly ran to one of her drawers and opened it, pulling out some rolled up money with a rubber band around it. Phoebe sighed and walked back to her suitcase, closing it back up, "Well," she said as she placed the money in her pocket, "Goodbye," she grabbed her suitcase and looking out her window, for the last time, she climbed out and hoisted herself to the tree and skillfully climbed down.
That was the last time that Grams, Prudence, and Piper ever saw Phoebe. It nearly killed Grams when she couldn't find her granddaughter but she remained alive – that is, until six months ago when Grams died of a heart attack. Prudence, better known as Prue, would have loved to blame Phoebe for that but even she couldn't blame her. Prue sighed as she looked up at the chandelier and shook the memory away, "I wish you were still here, Phoebe," she called out as the front door closed.
Prue looked down to see Piper who must have heard what she said, as there were tears in her eyes, "So do I," Piper said, "I'm sorry I'm late…I missed the handyman." Prue shook her head and just said, "Don't worry about it," ever since Phoebe ran off it changed Prue because she didn't want to lose another sister. She couldn't risk being mean to Piper without fearing that Piper might run away too. The worst part was that she did not know what happened to Phoebe. Did she die? Was she still alive? Those were the questions that plagued Prue's mind every day, especially since Grams died.
Grams tried to shield her three little girls from the evils that plagued the world but even she couldn't shield them from each other. The three of them loved one another but even those who loved each other said mean things to one another…I wish you were never born…'why did I say that? Why?' Prue thought as she climbed down from the ladder, "I don't know why it isn't working," she pointed to the chandelier with a huff, "We'll figure it out, Prue," Piper said with a slight smile then hugged her sister, "Somehow." Prue couldn't help but wonder if Piper was speaking about more than the chandelier but only hugged her little sister back. What was there to say? Words were meaningless. Her family was broken and it was all Prue's fault.