The Tears and Trials of Paige Mathews
Disclaimer: No, sadly, I do not own Charmed. It is such a sad, sad, truth. Nor am I gaining any monetary value by writing this, but I do own any new characters and the story itself.
Note: Ok, this takes place right before "A Paige from the Past" and also this is my FIRST story so review away, but don't chastise me, or try to send me to the flaming pits of hell; though do correct my spelling if it is really bad. Also, the actual charmed episodes sometimes seemed to not even agree with themselves of when things took place in the past (or why in case of the dad). I just pieced together that Piper is three years ahead of Phoebe, who is two years ahead of Paige. Joy. Paige POV. Small first chapter.
WARNING!!!: This fic. Is quite dark, but gives a new perspective on Paige's early childhood. And by new I mean almost any. This contains scenes of child abuse, rape, mentions of drug use/ trafficking. So read at own risk. Hope you like!
Chapter 1: Beautiful Painting
"Its very beautiful, Paige," came a voice behind me. I turned my head around to see the owner of the compliment. I had been in my room, sitting on my stool, painting a figure that I had been thinking of lately. The painting contained a little red headed girl, appearing to be asleep on a park bench. The girl was wearing a bright green teeshirt, blue jeans and no shoes; her toes painted pink, pointed toward the blue sky. She also had a golden heart-shaped necklace, laying on her neck, that, along with her arm, was dangling toward the ground. The park behind her was an calming one, exactly like I had remembered it. A small duck pond with bright goldfish on the left, a large hippopotamus water fountain in the far right, and a small playground, all dominating the scenery behind her. I had just been finishing what I felt was the most important part of the painting when Piper came in: a single red rose lying on the breast of the small twelve year old girl.
"Thanks," I awkwardly reply. Piper stands leaning against the door-frame admiring my work. I had just moved into the manor not a month ago, and I was still apprehensive of our relationship. I still was contemplating whether it was a relationship of love or just Power of Three. I knew from my past experiences that relationships were merely business transactions and rarely involved love. Glen was the only person who ever proved this sentiment wrong.
"What's the painting of? You?" asked Piper, coming closer and leaning over my shoulder. She placed her right arm around me like a scarf and my body unconsciously flinched, as it always did when a stranger touched me. "Are you OK?" she asks with a raised eyebrow, sensing my discomfort.
Great, I thought. "I am just uncomfortable with…" I trail off staring fiercely at my painting and refusing to look at her. I then continue with painting the rose by expressing its edges. She, meanwhile, sunk on my shoulder deeper, placing her chin into the crevice by my neck. I start shaking compulsively as she does this, trying to give her a clue, but she just whispers into my ear, "You know, we are sisters and you can trust Phoebe and I." As I continue to shrug her off she adds, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"NO!" I scream, almost throwing her to the ground. I swing around on my chair to face her. She just stands their, blinking at me.
"OK," she says nodding slowly. " I am just two doors over if you need to talk. Good night, Paige." I nod slowly, but still in shock that I had been so forth with Piper. She looks at me curiously and then leaves, slowly shutting the door behind her. I still sit paralyzed in my chair, with tears flowing down my face silently. I drop the brush I had been holding and cry hard; my face hiding in my hands.
I know that this was very short. Next shall be longer. Promise!