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To Look Again: Light Reading

Prue sat on Piper's bed, slowly reading through the poetry that had fallen from the box. She read aloud,

"You didn't make it rain,

The storm brewed long before,

It's not up to you to warn us,

If we all chose to ignore,

You cannot stop the rain from falling,

And I cannot stop your tears,

I cannot run away from thunder,

Like I cannot hide your fears,

I stay away from lightning,

I hide under the bed,

I try to kept all away,

By burying my head,

But it is time to fight,

I cannot hide any more,

This problem is here no matter what,

I can no longer ignore,"

Slowly tears emerged at the corners of Prue's eyes, she tried to hold them in but here attempts were defeated and soon she had broken out into a sea of fresh tears. She sifted through more and more poems, reading them through, she couldn't believe how much Piper was hurting and how little she had noticed. Slowly she stood up off the bed and grabbed a bag; she lifted the contents of the box into it and then headed towards the door, grabbing Grams' car keys on her way out. She drove slowly to the hospital, slower than most cars on the road but she ignoring the horns that blared and the curses that were being yelled at her and continued with her slow pace. She arrived outside the hospital a few moments later, and sat in the car debating whether or not to go in. She didn't even know if Piper was alright, she didn't know where she was taken, how Grams was coping and Phoebe, whether Piper was seriously injured… she didn't know anything. She reached into her bag and lifted out a photograph of Phoebe, Piper and herself as young girls, standing on the steps of the manor. It was taken not too long after their mother had died; Grams had said that it was a memory of their mother and a vision of the future. Prue had never forgotten that.

From that moment on, Prue had always been captivated by photography, by how much a photo could tell you about someone but now she was thinking how little it showed. In the photo they were all smiling, standing so close together and smiling. But inside all three were torn apart, Piper smiled the brightest, she always had it was just now that Prue was realising that Piper was good at pretending that she was alright. Although Phoebe was only three or four at the time, she smiled for the photo with Grams' prompts, but the pain in her eyes was evident. Prue smiled the least, although she wasn't a big smiler in this photo she had tried her hardest but nothing came from it. Prue turned the photograph over and read what was written on the back,

"This was the day our family died,

This photo shows nothing but us,

Faking our smiles, hiding our pain,

Lost without our mother,

We clung to each other,

But ever since this photo was taken,

We have slowly been drifting apart,

Now we may be losing Prue as well…

How much more can I take?" It was in Piper's handwriting, and it as written recently, the ink had not faded. Slowly Prue opened the car door, she stepped out into the rain that had just leisurely started to drop. She lifted her bag and pushed the photograph back into it, and then headed into the hospital. She walked over to the reception and stood patiently waiting to be seen.

"How can I help?" asked the young receptionist behind the desk,

"My sister, she was brought here," replied Prue, nervously brushing her hair behind her ears,

"Ok, what's the name?" asked the receptionist,

"Piper Halliwell," replied Prue,

"Yes… she's in the ER you can wait in relatives room if you wish," replied the woman,

"Thanks," said Prue as she walked towards the signpost that said 'relatives room'. She pushed the door open and expected to see Phoebe and Grams sitting there but the room was empty. Where are they? She thought to herself.

She sat down and pulled some more of Piper's poems out of her bag and slowly began reading through them, trying to stop herself from crying as she did so. She lay down on the couch that was in the room and continued reading… within a few moments she was sleeping.

A/N: Ok this chapter wasn't how I intended it to be but its sort of a to be continued thing… I actually have an idea how to work this fic but I'm unsure if I will but I might – ok that was a little confusing but I understood it. Please R&R. Witch x.