Chapter 1
I am in New York and I feel happy, I am finally free, No more sisters telling me what to do or accusing me of things I didn't do, no more Grams bossing me about, just me. I got off the plane and took a deep breath, I am by myself, and I am happy.
I look at the entry in my diary and can feel the tears burning in my eyes once again. I am laying down now, in a alley way, waiting for the end to come. I can remember what it felt like to have family, to have a home, to be loved but now it is all gone.
It all started great I can remember being happy and having fun but that didn't last long. I thought that once I had been there long enough then she would forget the stupid thing, I thought I would have my sisters again. I did go back although it didn't last long. I approached her and told her that I was sorry I missed the funeral but I had to find the money to get there and I spent all of it, so I told her I was broke and homeless. She didn't do what I thought she would, she didn't open her arms, didn't say "it's ok I still love you", no she just said "tough Pheebs, you made your bed so go lie in it." That was two months ago and now I am lying in this alley waiting for the end to come.
I have been through a lot in this last two months all of it has been hell, I don't know why I even tried. I didn't do what she said I did, I even tried to tell Piper that but it was like she didn't believe me, Why would I do that to my own sister?
I suppose I should say how I actually got to the stage where I am sleeping here. I was in New York to get away, to give Prue space. I found a job as a waitress, not the best job but still some money. I even had guys asking me out, not that that is unusual. I always had bad taste in guys and this time was no exception. I met this guy named Joshua, now you would think with this name he would be sweet, sensitive, handsome and all around nice. Well he was sweet and handsome but nice well if you call a crocodile nice then yeah he was nice.
I can still hear him at night, hear the things he would say to me, the things he would do, it makes me curl up and be even more ready to die. At first he was sweet, he would take me out to dinner, give me roses and be basically the perfect guy. But whoever told you guys are perfect had it wrong.
I am in New York and I feel happy, I am finally free, No more sisters telling me what to do or accusing me of things I didn't do, no more Grams bossing me about, just me. I got off the plane and took a deep breath, I am by myself, and I am happy.
I look at the entry in my diary and can feel the tears burning in my eyes once again. I am laying down now, in a alley way, waiting for the end to come. I can remember what it felt like to have family, to have a home, to be loved but now it is all gone.
It all started great I can remember being happy and having fun but that didn't last long. I thought that once I had been there long enough then she would forget the stupid thing, I thought I would have my sisters again. I did go back although it didn't last long. I approached her and told her that I was sorry I missed the funeral but I had to find the money to get there and I spent all of it, so I told her I was broke and homeless. She didn't do what I thought she would, she didn't open her arms, didn't say "it's ok I still love you", no she just said "tough Pheebs, you made your bed so go lie in it." That was two months ago and now I am lying in this alley waiting for the end to come.
I have been through a lot in this last two months all of it has been hell, I don't know why I even tried. I didn't do what she said I did, I even tried to tell Piper that but it was like she didn't believe me, Why would I do that to my own sister?
I suppose I should say how I actually got to the stage where I am sleeping here. I was in New York to get away, to give Prue space. I found a job as a waitress, not the best job but still some money. I even had guys asking me out, not that that is unusual. I always had bad taste in guys and this time was no exception. I met this guy named Joshua, now you would think with this name he would be sweet, sensitive, handsome and all around nice. Well he was sweet and handsome but nice well if you call a crocodile nice then yeah he was nice.
I can still hear him at night, hear the things he would say to me, the things he would do, it makes me curl up and be even more ready to die. At first he was sweet, he would take me out to dinner, give me roses and be basically the perfect guy. But whoever told you guys are perfect had it wrong.