'It was autumn and the time of year was September 27th. The year was
hazy, and I fall into my unconscious thoughts into
infinity and beyond. These were thoughts that I had buried into the
deep recesses of my mind, never to be recovered, until
now....'
"Breakfast is ready" called Piper. The pitter patter of footsteps rushed
from upstairs, a young girl, about 4 years old bounced
into the kitchen with enthusiasm. Breakfast was her favourite time
of day, her mother and father were there usually with her
Aunts and Uncle.
The little girl began to eat eagerly, Piper crossed her arms firmly
and looked at her husband Leo who entered the kitchen at
that moment and sat down to eat.
"You might want to slow down Mel" Leo said patting Melinda gently on
the head. Melinda looked up with a deep brown eyes
which seemed to glisten with innocence.
"But mum's food is so good!" Melinda replied faking a pout.
"I'm glad you like it sweetie," Piper said clearing up. "but I don't
want my daughter choking on her food because she liked it!"
Piper laughed. Leo laughed to as did Melinda. The laughing echoed in
her memory, and fading back to the harsh reality of what
the real world was.
~~~
She let go of the window and turned to look at her daughters darkened
figure in the half lit up room. The room was dim and
damp and it was there only home. Piper could only stare in silence
unable to find the right words to say, nothing she would say
could fix what she had done anyway.
"Go back, ba, ba, to, your room" Piper stammered in a quickened pace.
Her hands were fluttering about wildly, her head and
mouth started to twitch again. 'Not again' she thought to herself.
Melinda saw the panick in her mothers eyes and nodded quietly and left
the room in silence, the only sound left was the door
closing and that sound of rain.
"Rain.." Piper said looking back outside. She began to recall the mornings events, that morning it all began.
~~~
"Mum, can't I go outside today!?" Melinda whined as she ate her breakfast.
Piper was sitting with Leo drinking coffee, she and
Leo looked outside to see it was pouring again as usual. The rain ran
down the window and hit the paine outside.
"No Mel, its raining outside, I don't want you catching a cold now"
Piper said sternly. Melinda sulked again and looked back
down to her bacon and eggs, which were cleverly placed into a smiling
face by Piper to make breakfast more fun.
Piper was a great mother to Melinda and everything had been great for
years for the three of them. Leo had been kept with
Piper for longer periods of time and they made their jobs and love
life fit together like bread and butter. Melinda was beautiful
healthy little girl, and was very good at dancing, which was her hobby
and past time.
Piper went to dance lessons with Melinda all the time, and always glowed
when her little baby girl did so well, especially at
dance contests which she won alot. Leo was so proud to, those trophy's
lined the walls of manors living room, for all to see
who roamed the old house.
They were old memories and those trophies were a memory to, having been
destroyed because of Piper's mistake. One little
mistake.
Piper sat down on her old and hardened bed and continued to look out
of the window. It was cold and her skin was starting to
bump. She closed her eyes and tried to see the trophies and that house
she once called home. She saw the manor, it was
daylight and the house seemed to be alive and glowing, with life. Her
sisters lives, and her childs, with Leo. She saw Phoebe,
Prue and Leo in the kitchen all eating and laughing. Eating cupcakes,
and all sorts of treats. Her eyes wondered around
towards the sound of little feet running.
She saw her little girl, in a pink ballet dress, it all seemed dreamlike,
like everything was a ghost, a holligram, which she couldn't
reach. To touch it would be a wish again. To hold her sisters once
more, to hug and kiss Leo again. To see her daughter dance
again in beautiful dresses.
She turned to another sound, the sound of two people walking. The manor
turned a dark red and she saw them, the ones she
was guilty about, the ones she had run away from, their troubled ends
torturing her soul.
Cole stood there with a little girl in his arms. She had pigtails and
was about three, she had the most deepest green eyes like her
father, and brown silky hair like her mother. She wore a long dress
which was blue with a bow in each tail. Her smile was a
mask hiding the harsh reality beneath.
Piper opened her eyes from the nightmare turned vision to see she was
still in the same hole she lived in, only the rain had
stopped and there was only silence. The silence was ear piercing enough
to drive you over the edge. Piper shook her head and
dropped it into shaking hands, which she pulled away when she felt
them tremble against her cold skin.
'No' Piper thought outloud again. Her hands shook violently before her,
and she had no control. She then saw the blood on her
hands, the knife before her, and the tears.
"NO!!!!" Piper screamed histerically. She began to shake as she fell
to the floor, the pain to much to bear, she couldn't
remember what happened, she couldn't, she didn't want to because it
was all her fault.
Her breath came in short raspy breaths but she finally looked up, onto
the window. She looked down to her hands to watch
the sun dance upon her hands lighing up the dimmed room. Looking up
she realised something she should of realised years ago.
"I've got to go back" she said in one short sentence. Still shaking
she stood up to see her worried daughter rush towards the
door, she stood at the door looking down at her mother who still sat
shaking on the floor. Piper looked up at her daughter and
smiled. A glow began to regrow onto her face.
"Hope Melinda, there is hope" Piper said looking out the window and
into the blue sky. The sun had danced its way across the
city showing that there was still life, still hope, and a chance for
Piper to set things right and to face her mistakes, and her past.
Piper stood up and looked out the window, she saw people coming outside
dressed in rags looking for family and food. Piper
couldn't help but feel saddened and relieved at the same time. There
was a chance.
Melinda looked out the window after approaching her mother slowly and
saw activity on the streets. She looked into her
mothers eyes and pressed her hand into her mothers slender one. Piper
looked down into her daughters big brown eyes, and
recalled her daughter on that fateful morning, eating breakfast with
her father and Piper.
"I will give you what you deserve my little one" Piper said with renewed
hope. Tommorro was another day, another dawn for
new beginnings, as much as it would hurt, they would have to return
back to where it all began.
"We have to go home" Piper said quietly.
~~~
