A/N: Hello everyone, this is my new story and I hope you're going to enjoy reading it. It's kind of AU-ish, and there will probably be no magic, but maybe I decide to throw it in. I'm still not sure about it. Please review. Thanks a lot. :)

Reflection of Soul: Introduction

Prue Halliwell woke up with a start. She glanced at the white ceiling and wiped the drops of sweat from her forhead with the back of her hand as she rose from the wet pillow slowly. The clock showed it was 3:21 AM, but Prue felt like she couldn't get back to sleep again. Something was just bothering her, and no, it wasn't just being locked away in a mental institution, it was something else.

She threw on her robe and slowly approached the window, staring at the shadows of trees moving along with the wind and for a second, she thought she saw a human shadow run from one tree to another.

Her hands were trembling, she realised, as she pulled the curtains over her window and headed for the bathroom.

As she flicked on the lights in the small bathroom, she looked around, feeling somebody's presence in there. There was no one, but her pale, almost ghostlike reflection in the mirror and she splashed her face with water a bit, hoping that the color would soon return.

She was completely awake right now, pacing nervously around the room.

"It's all in your head, Prue. No one is after you." She muttered to herself as she pulled a small notebook and a pen from her nightstand. Running her fingers slowly over the covers, she closed her eyes, remembering the mall, she and Piper walking by a small gift shop, and she noticing the pretty notebook in the window. The next day when she woke up, the notebook was by her side, with a small note from Piper.

Prue let out a loud sigh as she opened the notebook which she used as her diary. She began to flip through pages, and shook her head slightly as she reached the one written in black ink with bunch of brown stains on it.

July 7th,

I can't take this anymore. Everybody's making fun of me at school. Brad pulled my sleeve up and grabbed my wrist, showing my scars to everyone. Now even Sarah and Lily are avoiding me. And they used to be my fucking best friends. I can't take this anymore, I just feel so lonely. Of course, I still got my sisters, but they're wrapped up in their own problems and I don't want to bother them with my problems too. And Grams would never understand. She would just say "Snap out of it." or something like that. I miss Mom so much. I know she would understand, and she would make it better.

Everybody thinks I'm some kind of basket case. It is freaking me out, I can't stand it anymore.

A small tear fell on the page, and Prue sniffled quietly, but continued reading.

July 30th,

Grams found out. She was cleaning my room and found my razors under the pillow cases in my closet. She completely freaked out and I'm afraid she's going to have me locked away. Piper heard her shouting at me and now she's avoiding me like it's contagious.

I really don't know what to do now.

She slammed the notebook closed, and stuffed it under her pillow, as she heard footsteps outside her door. She listened carefully, hearing the key in the lock, and she jumped from her bed and hid behind the door, ready to jump anyone who might try to attack her from the outside.

"Prue? Where are you? Prue? Prudence?" A tall man with piercing blue eyes and brown hair entered the room, and a small smile appeared on his lips as he closed the door, revealing Prue in a crouch, her back pressed firmly against the wall, ready for a leap.

"Oh, Jason, it's you." She straightened up, running a small hand through her hair.

"Of course it's me, who else would it be?" Jason asked, handing her a small cup with a few pills inside and a bottle of water. Prue threw him an evil glare and swallowed the pills.

"Come on, shirt off. Check up." He said, and she rolled her eyes as her trembling fingers slowly started unbuttoning her pyjamas shirt. She slid it down her shoulders and on the bed, and stretched her arms towards him. There were plenty of old scars and bruises on her white skin, and she looked up, not wanting to stare at the reminder of her past.

"All right. Turn around." She turned around, facing the bed, dressed only in her PJ pants and a black cotton bra as he examined her back for new cuts and scars. She rolled her eyes, because there weren't any.

"Jason, do you have to do that every day? I don't cut for the last two months. When will I get out of here?" Prue asked as she sat down on her bed, buttoning her shirt up, staring at Jason as he sat down next to her.

"I don't know Prue. You know I'm just a volunteer here, and I can't release you. I'm just doing my job. But I'll try and talk to doctor Woods." He rose from her bed and headed for the door.

"Thanks, Jason. Can I please ask you for another favor?" She smiled at him and tilted her head.

"Yeah, of course."

"Could you please get me a cup of coffee and a pack of cigarettes? I'll pay you back when my grandmother visits me."

"Of course. And you don't have to pay me back, I'm your friend." He said and exited the room, closing the door behind himself.

Prue laid back on her bed with a smug smile on her face, she was in a better mood. He is totally falling for her. And that was something she could use now.