A/N: Before I begin, I'd like to reply to a very important review (And maybe a few others, since I haven't in a long time- I feel bad for it)

Alyson Teague: I'm so truly glad that my fic "Breaking Point" was able to help you, in whatever way it did so. And I do want people to understand what Paige and Piper went through. I don't know what they must be feeling (if they were real people) because I have never experienced what they go through. But cutting is a major issue and it needs to be addressed.

JTiger: Paige and Piper already met. Chapter One, remember? Lol.

Wiccagrl: I'm sorry if you feel it's too dark. But that was supposed to be the point.

That's all for now because I'm dead tired. So here's chapter three.

Please enjoy and please review.

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"Last time I checked, you weren't strangled by a man named Brian while at the institution," Prue said warily.

"I know! I don't remember it, either. But this dream felt too real to be a nightmare." Piper paced the room. "I don't know what's going on. But I'm going to figure it out."

Prue and Phoebe exchanged uneasy expressions.

"Piper, please show me your arm," Prue pleaded.

Piper glared at Prue, hurt at the request. "I can't believe you'd think I'd cut again! I'm not showing you shit!" Piper snarled. She stomped up to her room and slammed the door, where she paced more before she plopped on her bed.

"How dare she!" she grumbled. "I'd never cut again! For her to accuse me, just because I had that nightmare." Piper rolled up her wrists to examine the scars. She never wanted to go back to that dark, lonely place that cutting had taken her to. Never.

She lay down on her bed. She needed to rest. Maybe after she had rested, she'd be able to think more clearly. So she closed her eyes and fell into what she hoped would be a peaceful nap.

She was wrong.

The dark halls of Los Angeles Psychiatric Institution greeted Piper for a second time in two days. They were empty, like the first one – except for a girl who's whole body and face were hidden by shadow.

They were in Piper's old room at the Institution, sitting on her bed.

"How'd you get in here?" Piper asked. "There's a guard outside my door all the time. How'd you get past him?"

"You'd never believe me," the girl said. Her tone held a smirk. "So how are you?"

"I better go before we get caught," the girl said.

"Get caught doing what?" Piper asked, unsure.

"This." The girl lunged forward. She changed into the man, Brian, and pulled out a dagger, which he used to slash Piper's wrists.

"NOOO!" Piper cried, in pain and fear.

Piper gasped and sat up as the dream ended. She was covered in cold sweat and something sticky was gluing her shirt to her arms. She slowly pulled her sleeves up – and nearly passed out.

Her wrists had long gashes across them and were glistening in fresh blood.

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Paige turned over in her bed. An afternoon nap had sounded like the perfect way to calm her nerves after her nightmare at work.

Man, was she wrong.

"Come on, we need to go to a safe place!" Paige urged, but the girl – hidden by shadow - 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?" the girl 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! If we don't kill them, they'll kill us. Now, where can we go where it's safe?"

"Nowhere is safe," the girl replied.

"What?" Paige asked, looking at her.

She lunged, shifting into the man who had attacked earlier.

"Nowhere is safe!" He pulled out a dagger and cut her wrists.

"AH!" Paige screamed as she sat up in bed, panting. "Just a nightmare," she murmured. But a warm wetness was soaking her white shirt. When she looked down, she saw blood blooming on her sleeves.

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Piper ran into her bathroom and shut the door. She tossed her shirt in the hamper and began to scrub with soap and water.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Piper?" Leo called. He turned the handle and opened the door . . .

Piper slammed her body against it and closed it, then locked it.

"I'll be out in a minute, Leo!" Piper called over the rush of the water. She dried her wrists and bandaged them with gauze and medical tape from the cabinet above the sink.

"Are you okay?" Leo called.

"Fine!" Piper replied.

"Then why can't I come in?" Leo asked suspiciously, obviously hearing the note of panic in Piper's tone.

"Because-because- it's that time of the month and it's kind of messy," Piper said, laughing it off. "You really don't want to see this, husband or not!"

"No," Leo replied, not believing her for a second. When Piper was PMSing, the whole world knew it. "I'll be downstairs when you're finished."

"Okay!" Piper called back, waiting until she heard his footsteps die away. She cleaned the blood off the counters, put away the gauze, and snuck out of the bathroom. She threw on a dark green, long sleeved top to hide the bandages. After, she stripped the sheets off the bed. Thankfully, the blood hadn't gone through to the mattress. She ran and put the sheets in the hamper, then took a deep breath before walking calmly down the steps and to Leo in the kitchen, where Piper and Phoebe also sat.

"You okay?" Prue asked curiously.

"Fine," Piper replied, kissing Leo and smiling at her sisters.

Prue, Phoebe, and Leo exchanged unconvinced looks.

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Paige jumped out of bed and ran to her bathroom, grabbing a towel and pressing it over her wrists. It stung, but she had to subdue the bleeding. After it had slowed, she washed the cuts and bandaged them with gauze and medical tape. Then she threw her shirt and the towel in the laundry, stripped her bed, and changed.

She paced the room, near panic mode. Her dream had affected her body in real life. But how was that possible?

She sighed. "Guess anything's possible. I mean, how many people can disappear in blue orbs?" she questioned, then frowned. "Wait- how did I know-?" She'd never known what the blue lights were called, or how she could do it. So how did she suddenly know they were orbs, and what she did was called orbing? It made no sense.

Paige shook her head to clear it. "What's going on?" she asked herself, confused and scared. She had no one to talk to since her foster parents had died. And she had no siblings. She didn't even have a boyfriend she could talk to.

"I have no one," Paige thought miserably.

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"Piper, your sisters are just worried about you," Leo reasoned.

Piper paced her room angrily. Prue had asked to see her wrists again. This time, Piper had refused with such anger, that Prue had Leo grab her from behind and hold wile Prue tried to roll her sleeves up. Piper had frozen Leo and dodged Prue, then yelled some well-chosen curses and ran upstairs. Leo, after unfreezing, had come up after her.

"She's accusing me of cutting again, Leo! I haven't in ten years and I don't plan to now! Why can't she believe me?" Piper argued.

"Because she loves you and she wants to make sure you're okay," Leo said gently. "She's not trying to accuse you of anything."

Piper mumbled something.

"What?"

"Well, I'm not cutting again," Piper lied, with such venom that it sounded believable. "So she needs to back off."

"Okay," Leo said, embracing Piper and hugging her tightly. "Don't think about it right now. You've had a tough couple of days."

Piper nodded, resting her head on his chest. She felt safe and protected in Leo's arms, and never wanted to leave them.