Prue's POV
…I wish you were never born…
I tossed in my sleep as I thought back to what I said that night. It was six years ago but have never let it go. How could I? It was then that a noise fell through the house that sounded like a cat scratching at the front door, yet more frantic, and I could have sworn that I heard someone screaming. I turned on my table light and got out of bed, opening my bedroom door. Piper was standing in the hallway looking down the banister, "Did you hear it too?" she asked. I nodded my head and went over to my sister. We quickly held hands and went downstairs together.
As we neared the bottom, there was another frantic knock on the door. Piper jumped a little, but seeing the bat we normally kept by the door, I grabbed it and motioned for Piper to open the door and she did. I got ready to swing but was not ready for what stood in front of me. A small girl, no more than five years old I thought, with eyes similar to mine. The young girl rushed in and grabbed our hands, "Please help!" She shouted and tried to pull us out into the storm. I looked up from the girl's eyes to a car that was sitting in the driveway. Piper was the first to rush out with the young girl.
I was still in shock because I swore that I saw something, no someone, familiar in the driver's seat. It couldn't have been Phoebe, could it?
Piper's POV
…I wish you were never born…
I don't have any sisters
I was supposed to be the glue that held them together. I was supposed to be there for them. I couldn't even keep my family together! I'm not the eldest sister, but, something told me to stop them from fighting. I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough! I wasn't smart enough! What was I supposed to do?
In the end, Phoebe ran away and I couldn't stop her. Prue yelled and screamed for days before she finally broke down. Our already broken family had broken even more. There wasn't anything I could do to stop it…nothing…
A noise was heard throughout the house but it wasn't part of the memory. 'What was that?' I wondered. I quickly rushed out of my room, barely having time to strap my robe around her, and then I saw a pair of eyes staring at me. I blinked a couple times and saw Prue, "Did you hear that too?" a familiar voice asked. Oh, I realize, I had asked that. I was still very tired and it was too late, or was it too early, to be running around like that.
Another noise sounded from downstairs. Prue rushed over and grabbed my hand. I nodded once and we went downstairs. I let out a gasp and jumped when another sound was heard from the door. Prue grabbed the bat that she is always insisting we keep by the front door. I normally argued with her about, but, that night I finally understood why. She motioned for me to open the door, getting ready to swing if she felt we were in danger.
As I swung the door open, Prue looked like she hesitated. I couldn't see what she was looking at because the door blocked my view but as I looked around the door I saw this cute little girl, who looked to be no more than five, looking up at us. I felt my heard melt and I fully came around the door, facing her, "Are you alright?" I asked with more maternal instincts than I thought I had.
Priscilla's POV
I didn't know what to do when mommy's head fell over. I didn't know what else to do! I unbuckled myself from the car seat, something mommy didn't know I could do, but I can! I tried to shake her but she wouldn't move! I knew I had to get help and she said my aunt's lived her. I never met them but from the story's she told me they were nice but, if they are, then why did mommy never take me to them? I wanted to know but mommy didn't look good so I climbed into the front seat and got out of the car.
I ran to the door and kept knocking, kicking, and screaming, until two women finally opened the door. One had a baseball bat! Who would be playing baseball this late at night? I didn't have time to ask because mommy was in danger. "Please help," I shouted frantically as I grabbed their hands trying to pull them toward me.
I couldn't get the one with the baseball bat to move because she kept staring at me. It was a little freaky but the other one moved with me toward the door. As we got there she shouted, "Phoebe?" She knew my mommy's name…were these my aunts that mommy told me about?
