Inner Demons
A/N: Well, here it is, a Paige centered fic,I bet you thought you'd never see the day where I wrote one of these (at least I know that's what CharmingTess and wAnNaBpIpEr are thinking) but, hey, maybe its temporary insanity, or maybe I'm stating to –gasp- not completely hate her. Either way, here it is, my first Paige-centric story:
I ran up the stairs, wiping tears out of my eyes. "Paige, how could you be so stupid?" Piper snaps looking over the railing at me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I- but she cuts me off again. "Well you blew up half my kitchen with that potion of yours. What were you trying to make anyway?" Piper asks, crossing her arms and glaring at me. Half her kitchen is a little bit of an exaggeration, I only blew up the stove…and some of the counter. "I was just trying to make a potion that would replicate your exploding power, you know, in case you ever lost it, I was just trying to plan ahead" I tell her, hoping she'll calm down, it's not like I was trying to blow up the kitchen, I just added the ingredients in the wrong order. "Huh, well the next time you decide to 'plan ahead' tell me so I can supervise you" Piper snaps. Supervise me? I'm not a little kid.
"Well, sorry for trying to help" I snap back and stomp the rest of the way upstairs, walking into my room and slamming the door shut. Why does Piper have to be so mean? Phoebe would have understood that it was just a mistake. But Phoebe's at work, and I'm stuck here with Piper who hates me. A few tears slide down my cheek as I hug my pillow, Piper's always going to hate me, she didn't even want me to move in in the first place, I think, starting to cry.
I'm trying to fit in, but it's just so hard, I've been an only child my whole life and now I find out I have sisters and that I have to live with them. And most of the time Piper doesn't even make an effort to talk to me, unless she's yelling at me for screwing something up. And Phoebe's not much better, but at least she's trying to get to know me.
But I guess I deserve it, I am a screw up, no wonder they hate me, I was just shoved upon them the day after Prue died. They try to act like they want me around and that they love me, but they don't, I can see it in their eyes, it's all just so fake, I bet they wouldn't have even talked to me at all if we weren't bound by being witches. I can hear them talk about me after they think I've gone to bed, they always say how I could be trying harder, or that they didn't make so many mistakes when they first became witches, but they had each other to rely on…I have no one.
I bury my head into my pillow and cry harder, I've never really had anyone, so it should be easier for me to accept, but…I just thought that once I had sisters things would change, I was so stupid, getting my hopes up that this would be any different than the foster homes I've been in, the people are nice enough to your face, but they hate you behind your back, and they give each other these…looks. These 'why did we get stuck with her?' looks. It wasn't so bad when I got them from my foster parents, but when I see my own sisters look at me that way, it breaks my heart. I've been searching for acceptance my whole life, that's nothing new, so why did I expect to find it here? I hate myself just as much as they do.
A/N: Well? Did it suck? I sort of think it did, but I still want to continue…for some reason. So, tell me, should I write more chapters or not? Please review.