A/N: Hey guys thanks for reading my story. I know it seems like it is going no where at the moment but hopefully this chapter helps kick the pace back up. Just so you know I don't intend to bring magic into the story. Also if you have any ideas or direction you would like this story to head just let me know through a review and I'll try to build it in to the story. Thanks again for reading an reviewing I wouldn't have continued with out your support.

Being as quiet as possible I listen for anyone entering the room. Unfortunately the sound of my heart racing and my breathing is so loud in my head that it is hard to hear anything else. I suddenly hear footsteps getting closer to me and I cover my mouth to try and muffle the sound of my breathing. I can hear the footsteps getting closer and I close my eyes willing the occupant of the room to leave. The footsteps stop close by and all of a sudden I am grabbed by both shoulders and as I am lifted off my feet I let out a scream.

Phoebe: Paige wake up. Your just dreaming. Come on wake up.

I awake very suddenly with a loud gasp, as if I had been holding holding my breath for a while. I quickly get to my feet and start walking around telling myself, "its all a dream your fine." I look around my surroundings and see that Phoebe is looking up at me cautiously from the couch.

Paige: Sorry about that.

Phoebe: Bad dream?

Paige: Sort of, more like a memory.

Phoebe: What about?

Paige: Where is everyone?

Phoebe: They went to the grocery store. So what was your dream about?

Paige: Nothing.

Phoebe: You were moving an awful lot for a dream about nothing.

Paige: I'm sorry it bothered you, it won't happen again.

Phoebe: You know that is not what I meant. You need to talk about this.

Paige: I'm fine Phoebe.

Phoebe: No your not. You haven't eaten anything in like two days, your sleeping all the time, you were just attacked by dad, and your body is shaking.

Paige: I just have a bug or something and getting attacked by your dad is not anything new so it doesn't bother me.

Phoebe: You aren't sick and you know it.

Paige: Listen Phoebe I don't feel well and I don't want to fight so just leave me alone.

Phoebe: I'm just trying to help. You need to talk to someone it's not healthy to keep everything bottled up.

Paige: I appreciate that you are trying to help me but I am really fine.

I walk into the bathroom and shut the door effectively ending the conversation. I look down at my hands and see that they are shaking. I quickly turn on the water and splash some on my face. As I look up at myself in the mirror I try and give myself a pep-talk, "Come on Paige pull yourself together, what is your problem." I hear the front door open as my mom and sisters walk into the condo.

Prue: Where's Paige?

Phoebe: In the bathroom.

Mom: Is she sick again?

Phoebe: I don't think so. She had a bad dream and wouldn't talk about it so she went in the bathroom. That was like ten minutes ago.

Piper: She didn't say what the dream was about?

Phoebe: She said it was a memory not a dream.

Mom: Girls put everything away and I'll go check on Paige.

I quickly splash some more water on my face and as I grab for a towel my mom knocks on the door, asking to come in. I shake my hands violently trying to make them steady. I take a deep breath and open the door letting my mom come in.

Mom: How are you feeling?

Paige: Good.

Mom: Want to talk about anything.

Paige: Not really.

Mom: Well why don't you come out and join the rest of us. We brought back a pizza so dinner is ready. Then Piper and I are going to make a pecan pie for tomorrow and we might get started on some of the other dishes as well.

Paige: I'm not hungry.

Mom: I need you to tell me if your not hungry because you are sick or if it is something else.

Paige: I don't know, I'm just not hungry.

Mom: Stay here I'll be right back.

I sit down on the edge of the tub as my mom leaves the room. I look down at my hands and see that they are still shaking. What is my problem, I have never been like this. I don't feel sick, I just feel really out of it and I want to be left alone. I suddenly feel another presence in the small room and jump in surprise.

Mom: Just me Paige. Open your mouth so I can take your temperature.

I open my mouth and she slips the thermometer under my tongue and I close my mouth. She sits down on the toilet next to me and starts rubbing my back waiting for the electronic beep of the thermometer.

Mom: Are you cold?

I shake my head, no, as the thermometer starts beeping. She quickly removes it and checks the readout.

Mom: Your temp is normal so why are you shaking? Was it your dream.

Paige: I don't know. I came in here after Phoebe kept pestering me about my dream and my hands were shaking.

Mom: Let's go in Piper's room for a few minutes so you can tell me about the dream.

My mom stands up and grabs my hand and drags to Piper's bed. I sit down on the side of the bed and look down at my slightly shaking hands. My mom puts both of her hands over mine and I look up into her concerned eyes.

Mom: So what was your dream about. And don't say nothing, it obviously freaked you out.

Paige: I was hiding from Victor in Prue and Piper's room. He found me and then I woke up.

Mom: Was it a dream or was it a memory?

I look back down at our hands and whisper, "memory."

Mom: Can you tell me about it.

Paige: I was ten. I left my backpack by the door and he tripped over it. He started yelling at me so I hid in Piper and Prue's room. He uh found me and he hit me. Then you guys came back from shopping so he threw me on my bed.

Mom: Where did he hit you?

Paige: Just the back of my head stomach.

I look at my mom and she has tears in her eyes so I try to make light of the situation.

Paige: Hey it wasn't too bad, you never had to worry about me leaving my backpack down by the front door again.

She pulls me into a hug, "Now I know why your a clean freak like Piper. You seem to have relaxed a bit so let's get some pizza before Phoebe eats it all." I stand up and we head into the living room to grab some pizza and watch videos. I don't eat a whole lot but no one says anything and the night goes by smoothly.

I wake up on the couch and for the first time in days I feel completely refreshed. I look at the clock and see that it is only 5 am so I change into my running clothes and write a note telling my family that I am going running. The cool, crisp air wakes me up completely as I start my run. I immediately head towards the lake running my favorite route. I watch the sun rise and then head back to the condo. As I reach for the lobby door I feel a sharp pain in my back like something had stung me. I turn around and see Victor a few feet behind me holding a small .22. I touch the sharp pain on my back and look at the blood on my hand.

Paige: You ...you shot me.

Victor: I told you I'd kill you for ruining my family.

I can see the fury behind his eyes and know that no amount of talking is going to get me out of this so I do the only thing I can think of, I tackle him. He is so surprised by my sudden action that he is completely defenseless. I drive him into the concrete and the gun goes skittering across the sidewalk. He quickly recovers and hits me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me, and tries to get the gun. I jump on him before he can reach the gun and start hitting his face over and over again, letting loose years of rage. I hear someone shouting, "put your hands up," and I look over and see that the police are shouting at me so I back away from Victor with my hands up. I back up until I am against the building and I slid down the wall so I am sitting. I watch the police and they are still shouting so I put my hands up higher until I look over to Victor. He is staring at me with his arm raise aiming the gun at me. Time seems to slow down and I realize I am going to die when he cocks the gun. There is shouting all around me and all of a sudden I hear two very loud pops and see Victor fall backwards. As he is falling his gun goes off and the brick just above my head explodes. I protectively throw my hands over my head and close my eyes as the debris from the building lands on me. I hear the commotion of people around me trying to take cover and the police calling for an ambulance and back up. I slowly look up from my position and see Victor lying on the sidewalk ten feet in front of me not moving. I know that he is dead and I start crying in relief and in sadness for my family's loss.

Policeman: Ma'am are you hurt?

I look up at the policeman and then back to my bloody hands. I nod my head and then reach for my back and gasp in pain. The pain that I had been blocking out hits me hard and I feel like can't breathe. The officer quickly lays me down on the sidewalk and turns me over to look at my back.

Policeman: Ma'am don't move, you've been shot in the back. The ambulance is on the way just relax. Whats your name?

Paige: Pai-Paige Halliwell. My...my family...

I stop talking when I hear someone screaming my name. I look over to the sound of Piper's voice and see her being held back by another cop. I look up to the policeman next to me.

Paige: Piper. My sis...sister.

Policeman: Let her through she's family.

Almost immediately Piper is by my side.

Piper: Oh god, what happened Paige?

Paige: S-sorry. I couldn't s-stop h-him.

I try to keep talking but it is getting harder to breathe so I just look over to Victor's body. Piper follows my eyes and sees Victor. I look back up to her face and see the shock. I start coughing and Pipers attention shifts back to me and she uses her shirt to wipe the blood off of my face.

Piper: Ssh. Don't try to talk missy, just sit still. The ambulance is almost here. You are going to be just fine.

Piper takes a hold of my hand and gives it a squeeze and I wince in pain and start coughing again. She immediately lets go and runs her had through my hair.

Piper: I'm so sorry, I didn't know your hand was hurt.

Paige: Ss-ok

Very quickly two paramedics usher Piper to the side and start checking me over. They start talking quickly to each other about my status as I keep eye contact with Piper.

Paramedic: Ma'am I need you to talk to me. Where are you hurt?

Paige: Ba-back.

They quickly put a C-collar on me and roll me onto my side so they can see the wound and put me on a back board. I immediately start to panic when I realize I can't see Piper anymore and that my body is being strapped down to the back board.

Paramedic: Ma'am stop trying to move your going to hurt yourself.

Paige: Pi-piper?

Piper: I'm right here sweetie. I won't leave you just do what the paramedic says.

Paige: kay.

I am quickly lifted up onto a stretcher and loaded into the ambulance. My eyes start darting around trying to locate Piper when I hear her voice.

Piper: I'm right here Paige.

She caresses my cheek letting me know that she is there and I start to close my eyes.

Paramedic: Ma'am stay awake, keep your eyes open.

I open my eyes and look over in the direction of Piper. She leans over into my line of sight and gives me a small smile. An oxygen mask is slipped over my face and I can feel that I am being hooked up to several different machines. I start to panic again as I see the blood that is all over Piper's hands and shirt.

Piper: You're going to be fine Paige. Just look at me and try to take deep breaths.

I stare at Piper and do as she says trying to ignore the chaos around me. I feel the ambulance stop and Piper suddenly sits back, out of my eyesight, and I quickly removed from the ambulance. I start to panic again and I can hear the machines I am hooked up to start beeping.

Piper: Paige stay calm and I'll see you in a little bit. You're going to be fine just hold on a little longer.

I try to say something back but start coughing instead. I can taste the blood that my body is trying to cough up and I am immediately turned on my side. I am placed back down and I listen as doctors and nurses talk in medical gargon and start hooking me up to even more machines. All of a sudden I start feeling really sleepy. I try to fight the feeling and a nurse leans over and looks into my eyes, "don't fight it just close your eyes and sleep." I blink my eyes a couple more times and eventually give in.