Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, only this idea, and part of it isn't even my idea, because I got the idea off of something in America's Next Top Model! Ok, I'll shut up now...

Yes, so new story. I've been holding back tons of ideas (some of which I'm glad I haven't written down because the suck!) but now I'm ready to burst! I have to get this one down on paper (or Word) because it's burning a hole in my brain. So, here's the FULL summary.

Summary: They don't know my past. They know nothing about me. They call me names and outcast me, but they have no clue what I've been through. They never will. And I watch him laugh and joke and have fun and I remember the last time I did. The last time I had fun. But does he have the slightest idea that he is the only one I want to see when I wake up? The only one I live for?

This is an execerpt (I don't think I spelled that right!) from my wonderful latest story.

Yes, I'm going through my rebelious stage a little early (or a depressive stage). Anyway, on with the story!

I parked the car in the driveway and closed the door. I knew Mom was home today. I walked in the house and Mom bustled in from the kitchen, wearing an apron and flour.

"Hi honey. I was just baking and I was thinking maybe you'd like to join me?" she asked. I shook my head.

"No. I've got homework," I said bluntly. Mom sighed and I started up the stairs.

"You used to love to cook," she said. I turned back around. I looked her dead in the eye, and I could see tears there. My heart panged. I loved my mother. But I couldn't show it. My love got people killed.

"Yeah, used to," I said coldly. I continued up the stairs. I knew Mom was shaking her head.

"You have to move on at some point, Piper!" she yelled up at me. I shook my head this time and finished my ascent. I turned around when I noticed what was missing. I ran back down the stairs. Mom was no longer at the bottom of the stairs. I hurried into the kitchen.

"Where did you put it?" I said harshly. Mom turned toward me.

"In a box somewhere. Please, Piper. It's been five years. You have to get over it," she said, continuing to bake.

"I want it back."

"Piper-" Mom tried to respond. But I was angry.

"I WANT IT BACK!" I screamed. Mom looked startled for a few moments. Then her eyes formed a glare.

"You will not talk to me in that tone," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Piper, what happened to you? Where's my daughter?"

"She's not here anymore," I said coldly, and ran back to the stairs and bounded up them. I ran into my room and cried silently, wanting the picture back, wanting her back. What did I do to deserve this? I hate him. I hate her, I hate everything. I sat on my bed, crying, until I fell asleep.

A couple hours later

"Piper? Baby, please wake up," I heard her whisper. I opened my eyes to see Mom. She was shaking me gently. I sat up, and she was frowning worriedly at me. "Are you feeling alright?" I didn't feel to great, and my mom laid her cool hand against my forehead. "Would you like to stay home today?"

"Today? What are you talking about?" I asked. Mom's forehead wrinkled even more.

"Honey, it's Wednesday," she said. I looked over at my clock. It was 6:00am. I was beyond late.

"Mom, I'll be late for school! I have to get up!" I said startled. Why I wanted to go, I don't know. Maybe to see him at school, just to get a glance of his perfect face, but when I stood up, my head swirled and I had to sit back down.

"Baby, lie down. I'll call the school and tell them you're sick. I also got you something," she said. I got into my pajamas and slipped under the quilt to get warm. I waited patiently for Mom to come back with some tea like she always did. When she did walk back in, tea was not in her hand. A framed picture was. I gasped. I knew exactly what it was.

"Mom," I said breathlessly. I grabbed at it. She handed it to me, and I took it in my cold fingers. There she was, smiling perfectly, her arm around me and I was smiling too. I was, for the last time, wearing pink. Because the next day, the world turned upside down The day they raped and murdered her. The day they took my sister. I didn't hear Mom leave. I didn't hear the door close. My mind was wandering back to that day.

"Piper! Help me!" she screamed. I raced up the stairs, only to find an empty bedroom, the window smashed and the wind blowing in. And she was no where to be found. I laid down on her bed and cried. I had lost my sister. I was supposed to take care of her while Mom and Dad were away, but I get her taken. I cried myself to sleep.

A couple hours later

"Miss Halliwell?" I turned to find a semi-old man, holding a clipboard and a hat on top of his head. I took in a shaky breath.

"Yes?" I said, startling steady. The man took off his hat and little red hairs were the only hair on top of his balding head. Like red grass.

"We've found you're sister," he said quietly. They found her? My hopes perked up. Maybe she wasn't hurt at all!

"You have? Where is she? Is she alright?" I asked. So many questions were bobbing in my head? Why had they took her? What-

"No, she's not. Your sister is...dead," he mumbled. The world was silent as my heart blew into a thousand pieces. As my stomach dropped and I felt everything crashing down around me. She was dead. I had let my parents down. I had broke my promise to keep her safe. It was all my fault.

"No. No, you're lying. She's not dead," I said firmly. "You're playing a cruel, sick joke on me."

"It's cruel and sick, but it's no joke. The two men raped and murdered her. I'm so sorry Miss Halliwell," he said softly. He patted my shoulder. I felt my sadness boil into anger.

"Why? Why did they do this to her? How could anyone hurt a poor innocent girl?" I yelled angrily, tears pouring out of my eyes. Buckets of rain.

"I don't know. We're doing everything we can to find them," he said. Before I could say another thing, he walked away, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my heart. My life. My world.

A week later

The coffin held my sister. Inside was my best friend. The black roses, her favorite, were so sad, but the happiest things in the room. A couple candles were lit, dancing around the room. I guess they were the happiest. Taunting me. Laughing at me. Nothing could make me feel better today. Or ever again. It was a private funeral. Just Mom, Dad, and me. I held the program in my hands, her name in big bold letters. She was really dead. We were burying her in our backyard. Alone, just like me. She left me here all alone.

"Piper," Mom said again. I knew she was mad at me. Disappointed. She wouldn't show it. I knew she hated me. I had let them kill her. I turned away. There was no way I could listen to her say that right now. All the emotion in those two syllables.

"Please Patty. She's beating herself up as it is. Let her be. It's not her fault," Dad said. But it was. It was all my fault. I had screwed up, and I was paying the consequences. Why did she have to go? Why? Why did they have to take her from me? I looked over at her picture. The one where she was smiling, her teeth shining, her whole face brightening. I missed her so much

But I wouldn't cry, as I was sucked back into the real world, not the past. I closed my eyes, and remembered the exact words she first said to me. They were 'I love you'. They day she died was a mere week from my first day of highschool, and the next day I threw out all my clothes, and went and bought new ones, none like the ones we shared. And the only word I could think of right now wasn't really word, but a name.

Paige.

Ohhhh...did I shock some of you? Please tell me I did! At the beginning, I was thinking Phoebe or Prue, but everyone does Prue, and Piper and Phoebe are always close in my stories, so I decided to let Paige be really close to Piper in this one, because I've neglected their bond. I've neglected Paige. So here's the new chapter, and I hope you like it. Please review!

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