A/N: Hey. Thanks a lot for all the reviews! I appreciate it. And sorry for the shortness of last chapter, but I had to be up at 7 for my road test (I passed!) and I wanted to update. So, here's the new chapter! And I might post another later.

Enjoy!

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Paige kept her distance for three days. By then, Piper had been at the institution for nearly five weeks. It was torture, and the thought of what would happen if Paige was right and they really were witches added to Piper's worry.

On the fourth day, Paige came to Piper's room and knocked on the door before walking in and sitting on the bed.

"Are you talking to me yet?" Paige asked after a long minute of awkward silence.

"I guess so," Piper said, sighing. "Maybe I overreacted. I'm sorry. But your idea is crazy. Us? Witches? It makes no sense. As far as I know, my mom wasn't a witch and my grams isn't a witch, and neither are my sisters."

"How do you know? Maybe they are? Ever asked before?"

Piper gawked at her. "No! They'd think I'm crazy."

"Not if it's true," Paige argued. "Maybe we are."

"And if we are? That man wanted me dead because of it. So if we are, what then? Are people going to be chasing us all the way to Australia for the rest of our lives, trying to kill us?" Piper ranted.

Paige frowned. "Australia?"

"First thing that came to my mind," Piper said, waving it away. "That's not the point anyway."

"I know what your point is, Piper. But just give it some thought. Maybe, just maybe we are wit- hmmmm!" Paige cried. Piper had placed a hand over her mouth to hush her.

"Everything okay in here, girls?"

Paige turned to look in the doorway. A tall man with short brown hair was standing, looking at them.

Piper nodded, used to being checked on every hour or less. "Yes, we're fine."

"Well, it's time for breakfast. Let's go."

Piper looked at the clock. It was half an hour early. She pointed this out.

"Mrs. Saunders told me to bring you early, just in case," he replied.

Piper glanced at Paige, who shrugged and stood. Piper followed.

The orderly led the way to the cafeteria. Piper relaxed a little and followed. But inside the cafeteria, it was empty and dark. The smells of breakfast were not in the air and when she and Paige turned, the orderly had locked the door – the only exit.

The turned to run in the opposite direction but, out of nowhere, men appeared, grinning manically and knew they had the girls trapped.

"You escaped the last man I sent after you, witch," the original orderly said. Piper and Paige turned to face them. "But you won't escape this time."

"Grab my hand, tight, Piper," Paige whispered, holding her hand out.

"What-" Piper said, but took Paige's hand anyway.

Paige gripped her hand tightly and orbed out, back to Piper's room.

"Come on, we need to go to a safe place!" Paige urged, but Piper was dizzy and not up to moving. Another tug from Paige made her get up and go.

They ran as fast as they could down the hall, trying every door possible.

"Why don't we just go to Mrs. Diaz or Mrs. Saunders?" Piper questioned.

"Because those guys are after us. We need to come up with a plan and kill them," Paige replied.

"Kill them?" Piper cried.

"No, hand them a bud of roses," Paige said dryly. "Of course kill them! They're monsters, Piper! If we don't kill them, they'll kill us. Now, where can we go where it's safe?"

"The art room. There's a lot of sharp objects in there," Piper replied.

The art room was locked at all times and only for the non-cutters and non-suicidal patients. It was for people who were disfigured or handicapped, a place they could go to relax and feel at ease. Piper had never been there but she knew where it was.

She and Paige ran in and snooped around until they had as many sharp objects as possible, then they waited.

"What do we do?" Piper asked, since Paige seemed to know.

Paige shrugged. "Make sure the pointy part goes in them? Anywhere, I guess?"

They didn't have time to debate that. Instead, the men arrived and they began to throw as quickly as they could. They hit several, who burst into flame. Some formed what looked like balls of fire or electricity and threw them.

"AH!" One had scorched Paige's arm. Piper ducked and dodged one, and Paige disappeared in showers of blue, and came back, to avoid another.

The leader appeared at the end of the line, after the girls had ducked, frozen, and killed the others.

"So-" he began, but Piper froze him and Paige threw a scissor at him. He burst into flame, screamed, and disappeared.

Piper and Paige cheered with victory and shook with fright.

"We did it!" Piper cried. "How'd you know what to do?"

"No idea," Paige replied. I just did."

"We'll, we better get back to my room before I get in trouble. And you, too, just for being with me."

Piper led the way. They walked in silence for a long time before speaking.

"I can't believe that. I mean, we're witches!" Piper cried.

Paige smirked. "So now you admit it."

"We can't tell anyone, Paige. And we can't show off our powers for fun. This is a secret just between us. Okay?"

Paige pouted.

"Promise me," Piper said forcefully.

"God, don't go all Big Sister on me. I know we can't tell anyone," Paige said, annoyed.

"Ha. If I were you're big sister, you'd know it," Piper joked. "You're lucky I'm not or I would be forcing you to stop cutting. But since I'm not, I can only give you good advice."

Paige and Piper laughed, slightly giddy from their triumph and still trying to sort things out. They were discussing what would happen now when they reached Piper's room.

"You girls have a lot of explaining to do."

Piper and Paige stopped short and looked up to see Maryanne Saunders and Mrs. Diaz standing before them.

The smiles on their faces quickly fell away.