A/N: I know things have been moving kind of fast... I'm gonna slow down a bit now and let Piper enlighten you a little more and then we'll get into things and resolve this story! Ready? GO!

A/N: WAIT! I'm sorry it took so long for me to update... I had Writer's Block, and also ummm... I had better things to do. What? You People don't think that I have a life besides fanfiction? I do have Algebra homework, ya know! Continue...

I loathe them. They've ruined my plans with their own desires to continue to be prettier than I am. I can hear them giggling discreetly whenever I'm not looking, and when I finally can't stand their quiet chortles anymore and do look, they make their faces all sad and disappointed-like.

They are always looking at me, judging me. I can see it out of the corner of my eye constantly. It's almost like they are trying to read my mind. I know the whole 'there's something wrong with Piper' bit is all Leo. You know what? He has no right to tell my sisters it something is wrong with me; not that there is anything wrong with me. I don't even know why he hangs around here anymore. No one needs him.

Someone always stays home to baby-sit me; they say they want to keep on eye on me to make sure I don't pass out or throw up again. I know I am not to be trusted under any circumstances. So, I go on walks without notice. Right? Right. This is like my only way to retaliate against my guards. It gets them so worried and pissed off.

As a matter of fact, I am walking now. Looking down at the tar beneath my feel, I notice some dried up worms. It must have rained sometime this week. Poor worms... They come up from the ground when it rains to avoid drowning and then most of them drown anyways. That must suck. When I was little, I used to purposely put the worms in the currents on the street leading to the gutters, or I'd put them in puddles. I thought that they liked this, hence the wiggling, which I assumed was swimming. When I found out that the worms couldn't swim and actually died after I was done watching them squiggling it the puddle, having left to submerge yet another victim, I was so upset with myself. I felt so guilty that I had taken so many lives because if my ignorant views on worms' well being. If they wanted to swim, they would do so on their own.

I hear a car behind me and I look back to see Paige in her little green BMW. I keep on walking and wave my cell-phone in the air, proving that I was thinking ahead, unlike my last trip when I had to find some change on the ground and use a payphone in a booth smelling of urine, probably human. I hear the engine stop and the parking break groan. I groan as well; I don't want a walking partner.

Paige jogs up behind me and I pick up my pace a bit. She tries to act casual with a fake smile plastered on her face. I slow down a bit, wondering what her intentions are. They usually just drive past me. They never stop and join me on my strolls. Sometimes they slow the car down to my pace and roll down the windows, trying to make conversation with me. We look at each other at the same time; her forced smile doesn't cover up the thoughts and feelings that I can identify in her eyes. Deep within those eyes are concern and a little bit of anger, anger rooted from the concern, I guess. "Hey," she starts, "How long have you been out? I got home just a few minutes before I went out to find ya." Her voice is light and her hands are comfortably stuffed in her pockets as she casually speed-walks next to me. It's all an act.

"Well," I begin in the same false demeanor, "I think I've been out around three hours or so, but I didn't check the time before I left." I think she senses that I'm mocking her, but she doesn't comment. My body language clearly tells her that I don't want any company. Paige stops walking, and I continue with a new bounce in my step, victorious in shrugging her off. I here her BMW start and she drives past me, trying not to speed away in defeat. She even stops at the red light and pauses before continuing off when it turns green again. Once more, it's all an act; she probably thought everything through before even leaving her car.

*

Another boring day in the Halliwell Manor, another hot day too. It is now early summer and close to ninety degrees out, hot for San Francisco. I wish we had gotten air conditioners. Just because temperatures like this aren't common around here doesn't mean we shouldn't be prepared. I'm wearing my usual oversized sweatshirt even though it's very humid out. I just feel more secure with it on. I sit in the living room in our big comfy chair with my legs pulled up next to me, covered in loose sweatpants. I don't know where everybody is; I don't really care, either. My skin crawls when they're around; I know their exchanging looks with each other saying how fat and ugly I am and how happy they are that they aren't as putridly hideous as me. They always say this. I know it.

*

In high school, Prue and Phoebe always had strong biceps wrapped around their waists and strong fingers running through their hair... I never had that... I did have a boyfriend once, though. Ninth grade- He was a pig. He only wanted to go out with me because no one else would go out with him. I was the perfect pathetic target, and he knew it.

By this stage in my early high school career, my self-esteem was already way down. The friends that I did have were the kind that you say 'hi' to in the hallways without getting a response and when no one's around, they act like they're your best friend. Mind games.

Jared Wittman wasn't very popular, but he had the kind of friends that don't shun you in the hallways. He was tall and skinny and kind of awkward. When he asked me out, well, had one of his friends ask me out. I said 'yes' automatically. I was the perfect pathetic target. I was too shy to talk to him, but he talked to me a bit; nothing big, just simple questions. One of these questions was about a possible date. I jumped right in for heartbreak and said 'yes'. Grams was so excited for me and my sisters were also, but Prue seemed uneasy about me going on that date when I told her every little thing about him. I just brushed it off as Prue being Prue and went on my date.

I came back home from spending only two hours with Jared in tears. I didn't tell anyone about how it went... I was too scared. Jared had been more aggressive than I had first thought. I had underestimated his physical strength and sexual urges. He had touched me in places that I had never imagined anyone would ever be as insensitive to even contemplate fingering. He was so... He was... He almost raped me. Prue and Grams never knew why I came home all distraught and why I started to wear even baggier clothes for two years after my first date and Phoebe still has no idea, let alone Paige.

When I finally got him off and my pants back on, he told me that I was too ugly to 'do' anyways. He went on to say that my boobs were practically nonexistent and that my stomach went out when is should have gone in. He insulted my looks in every way possible... and I just sat there, zipping up my jeans in the corner and took it. I should have kicked his ass.

*

Now I can show Jared... Jason... Justin? What was his...? Hot... so hot... The room is... blurry, spinning... Falling... falling... Floor coming closer... Stupid slippers...

A/N: I hope you guys don't think the ending of this chapter is too stupid... The next chapter is very good, so I think it'll make up for this chapter's ungoodness.

A/N: This chapter also has a little change in the beginning and just to remind you and explain the end of this chapter--- It's 90 degrees out and Piper is wearing a sweatshirt...