A/N: don't own the characters, would appreciate feedback…I've had this story written for awhile and decided to post some...short chap to start off because I'm supposed to be typing up a research paper, not this anyway tell me what you think!
I have to block out thoughts of you, so I don't lose my head. They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed.
"Prue please. I'm not feeling great right now. Can't this wait till morning?" I tried asking calmly.
Prue looked downstairs at her baby sister. It was two in the morning and Paige had just got home. She's older now, she thought, how can she be so foolish and reckless?
"Paige…." Prue sighed, "I'm not even going to ask you what you were doing because we both know that I know." Prue took in her sister's appearance. Her hair was just a little messed up but as she got closer she could smell it.
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone. Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home.
"Paige, you're sixteen years old! This behavior-the smoking the drinking….it's got to stop I'm so sick of you doing ev-"
"Look Prue, I'm going to do what I want and if that means partying till fucking dawn then I will!"
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain. An ounce of peace is all I want from you will you never call again?
"Paige I want to stay calm, I really do. I do not want to yell-"
"Then don't. Just let me sleep; scream at me in the morning. Do whatever the hell you want, I just want to sleep, and I probably wouldn't remember whatever you would say anyway." I tried moving past her put she grabbed me so I would look at her in the face.
"Paige I just can't-"
"Prue. Please, right now I just want my head on a pillow."
"Fine, but don't think you're off. First thing in the morning we're talking."
"Great, can't wait."
I slowly made my way upstairs to her room with Prue right behind me. I leaned against the just shut door, not knowing Prue was doing the same thing. "I love you" I heard her whisper and go back to her room.
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face? And will you never try to reach me it is I who wanted this.
I fell on the bed and thought back on the night. Prue's probably right, this needs to stop. But the parties, the guys, everything, just the adrenaline, the rush, you just never get that. The chance of getting caught…it's fun. Why would I give that up? Why the hell did Phoebe give that up? I mean I'm not stupid, I've years and hears of health class and teachers trying to drill in my head that pot and drinking is bad. But I'm not hurting anyone. I don't even believe I'm hurting myself with the stuff. It's not like I'm an addict or something I just love the feeling. That feeling that everything is okay and nothing will ever be wrong again…