Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed, or any of its characters. I wish I did but sadly, I do not. I am just a fan who likes to write.
A/N: This is my very first fanfic, and it is still in-progress. Please read and review! If you have already read this, I have improved the chapter, as it is now in Prue's POV and have made tiny additions. Mostly, It is the same.
In the story, Prue is dead, and Paige is a Charmed One. Prue is a ghost roaming San Fransisco. Italics usually are thoughts.
1. The Wish
Prue's POV
I decided to take a walk through the streets of San Francisco. As I was walking, I saw my old home, my grandmother's manor. I sat down on the steps leading up to the porch. I stared at the starry sky, thinking about my sisters and the life I once had. How I wish I could be alive again. I heard the door of the manor open, and Piper, Phoebe, and Paige walked outside.
"PIPER! PHEOBE! PAIGE!" I scream for them, but they are unable hear, let alone see, me. Our worlds are so far apart, yet so close at the same time. I began to cry as my sisters walked right through me. The three of them filed into Piper's car while laughing and joking with each other. They drove away as I cried even harder. I continued to cry while standing up and walking over to lie down in the street. I stared at the sky and cried over the life I wanted so badly to return to. I spotted a shooting star flying across the sky. In my sadness, I made a wish on the shooting star, however silly and childish that may be.
"I wish to be alive again. I want my life back." I said this clinging to the last thread of hope I had that I would ever be alive again.
Suddenly, everything went black, and I was spinning out of control. I saw flashes of light and felt like I was being sucked through a vortex. There was a loud pop, and I was again lying in the street, in the same place I had been before.
"Whoa. What the Hell was that?" I said, thinking out loud.
A car was coming in my direction, but I did not bother moving. After all, it will just go through my lifeless ghost body. Go ahead. Roll right through me. At that thought, I let one tear slip from my eye and roll down my cheek. As it approached me, the driver frantically began honking his horn. What is he honking at? He swerved off the road and into the grass, seconds before reaching me. The man drove back onto the street, and he rolled down his window and began shouting angrily in my direction.
"Who do you think you are, lying in the middle of the road like that?! I nearly killed you!" Who is he yelling at? I'm the only one here.
I then realized that the man had been avoiding hitting me, and I was the one he had been yelling at. How could it be? Somebody had actually seen me.