A/N- This story is in awareness of Madeleine Beth McCann, today marks the 7th year of her disappearance, she was only 3, nine days away from her 4th birthday.
This is also kind of a song fic, each chapter (well most) will involve some lyrics to a song. I will try this, if you dont like it, tell me and i'll stop. (Majority Rules of course)

Paige settled down on her bed, her head swimming in negative thoughts, she couldn't seem to stop them. Paige was never the person to spill her heart out, not even to the closest people she loved.. her parents. Her parents are another matter. Their death was her fault, she shouldn't of argued, she should've listened, but no. Rebellious Paige had to go and ruin everything, like usual. Standing up, she trudged towards the full length mirror. Every. Single. Flaw. Reveals itself to Paige, and once seen, it pulls her under, deep down into feelings which must never be released.

Seems the only one who doesn't see your beauty
is the face in the mirror
looking back at you.

She slipped down the stairs, it was usual for Paige to be able to get around without anybody seeing her, she was invisible. Nobody could see her, not the real her anyway.

Hold on,baby, you're losing it
The water's high, you're jumping into it
and letting go.. and no one knows
that you cry, but you don't tell anyone

She just sat there, letting her feelings engulf her into deep depression, she must've been staring at nothing for much too long, before she knew, Phoebe was shaking her.

"Paige?" She asked, a little bit too desperatley.

"Huh? What?" Paige plastered on her smile, and presented her show for Phoebe. Truth was, she acted every day, she was getting good, too good.

"I asked if you were alright. Seemed to be in your own little world there." Phoebe smiled, she sat down next to Paige, this scared her. What if she was doing that empathy stuff.

"Oh yeah. Sorry. I'm fine" Paige assured her, untucking her hair from her ear. Anything to block out Phoebe's staring eyes.

"Anything you want to talk about?" Phoebe asked, shuffling a little bit closer to Paige.

"I said i was fine. What? Did you interrogate her everytime she was upset too? Or is it just me? Do you not believe a single word i say?" Paige snapped. Standing up from her seat, she began to back away from Phoebe, who too was now stood up, her face may aswell of been painted in sympathy, but with a side coating of shock. Raising her eye brows, Phoebe asked the question that Paige wish she just brushed off.

"She? Who do you mean.. she?" Phoebe asked her.

"Nobody. It doesn't matter" Paige sighed, she couldn't wash away the tides now, she was being drowned, much too quickly. Her emotions ere arriving to shore, and she couldn't run away, she couldn't jump the wave, it was too high, to forceful.

and you might not be the golden one..
and you're tied together with a smile but you're coming undone..

"Paige, what's going on? You know we're here for you right?" Phoebe edged closer to Paige, who looked like she was at knife's edge, she hadn't seen her sister like this before, this was not right at all of Paige, she always kept herself to herself, any problems of hers were of nobodys concern. Not that she saw much of Paige growing up, but still.

Lies. All Lies. Don't trust the,, you're just part of the Power Of Three nothing more.. you're their half sister. Half as worthy, half as beautiful. A Half Halliwell. Paige thought to herself, she was shaking violently now, when she finally caught her composure, she ran out the room in a cold sweat, leaving a worried and concerned Phoebe behind.

She was a Matthews, not a Halliwell, but then, she murdered her parents, she illed them in the car crash, it wa her fault they crashed. She was alone. She had nobody.

She slammed the door behind her, before sinking down against the wall. Pulling out a picture of her adoptive parents, she broke down more.

"I'm sorry. Sorry i wasn't good enough. I was rebellious. I was stupid. I love you. I didn't tell you that enough" She whispered, softly sobbing as she looked up to her ceiling, only wishing her parents could hear her. She needed someone she trusted to hold her tightly and tell her everything would be alright.

She looked around her room, even thought it was cluttered with her belongings,. it still felt alien to her, like she was an intruder. She was not supposed to be there.

A soft knock came at the door, sending vibrations up Paige's spine. "Sweetie, let me in please" Phoebe asked, she had her her head leaning on the door, waiting for a reply.

"I said i was fine Phoebe. I am honest" Paige lied.

"Im an empath. I can tell you aren't. So what's better? Talk to me, or talk to Piper? Or talk to both of us" Phoebe told her through the door.

Paige opened the door, quickly wiping away the tears that had fallen down her face. Brushing herself off, she didn't dare look at Phoebe.

Phoebe adopted her seat on the bed, then patted for Paige to join her.

"So, what's going on?"