17-year old Paige is absorbed in life, love, attitude and rebellion, but when normal teenage turmoil is turned upside down by something she can't explain, has she pushed her family too far? All 4 sisters. Paige-centric with Glen/Kyle
A/N: Hey there! Thanks for the lovely feedback…:D…hope you enjoy this one!
Disclaimer: Everything to do with Charmed Not mine!
Chapter 9: Dreaming Reality.
"So Paige, Do you want to talk today?" She says in an overly perky manner. Judging by the smell of this office…I think somebody's been snorting a little too much caffeine. "Okay," She sighs heavily, "You mind if I ask you some questions?"
Why do I want to scream YES!
She pauses. She does this a lot and it drives me crazy, the break leaves me free to flick my eyesaround this little office and I nearly choke with laughter at the vomit-coloured walls complete with those little inkblot things on the walls. I smirk at the cliché which gets her scribbling into overdrive on her clipboard. Today is green cardigan day, yesterday it was blue, the day before was baby-pink, I think that someone should be psychoanalysing the shrinks for crimes against decorating and fashion…Oh oh! Her mouth is moving, I guess she's talking to me again.
"Do you believe in magic?" I nearly fall off the couch in surprise; thank you to my dear sisters, for telling the shrink. I hate to know what the look on my face is right now. I can see her writing furiously. Good going Paige, give them more reason to think that I'm a basket-case. I take a deep breath and resume staring out of the window, giving her the usual answer. Silence. Since being truthful to my sisters, to family got me confined to this loony-bin, I'm not about to shout this little secret off the rooftops.
It has become a game. The only pleasure in this place if you ask me, is to see how long I can refuse to talk to her for. She's tough I'll give her that. The current record of silence time is 37 minutes; I think this lady could out do Prue in the stubborn Olympics which is no easy feat. I'm a Halliwell too and have received my own fair share of that particular gene, it's a shame poor old Dr. Shaw has no idea what she's up against.
"Okay Paige, I think we've done for today…" Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a new record…45 minutes…go Paige!
"Fine by me" I finally speak, bounding out of there as quickly as I can go.
---
Can you die of boredom? I'm not sure…but I do know that I'm well on the way to being the first case…
The park on a warm San Francisco evening: my favourite place. I'm laid on my back on the soft ground, the grass tickling softly where it touches my bare skin. Glen is lying beside me, up close and I can feel the heat radiating from his body. He moves suddenly, so I sit up to join him. He's off on some planet staring into space, I don't want to ask him what's wrong yet…instead I take in his gorgeous profile, his brown fringe hangs messily over his eyes, some of it falls adorably behind one ear. His long nose painted with a smattering of freckles sits over his pursed lips.
"P-girl, you're staring again" He says bemusedly.
"I know" I say as a smile blossoms onto my face.
"You do?" He looks right back at me, before capturing his lips in mine.
It all swirls away in an instant. I regret this torturous way to pass the time, even my daydreams are painful. Back in this reality, there is a painful knot in my stomach. Now, it's back to lying on my bed, muffled cries from down the halls, the regulation itchy sheets that drive you crazy. I've gone from starry sky to white ceiling, feel more penned in by the white walls and white floor than ever before. Sadistic the day dreams may be but it is better than the reality righthere.
The long days pass slowly, there's far too much time to think and yet it's the only entertainment, by the time I get out of here I will actually be insane. I can't even try that magical escaping thing, damn constant supervision and if I can get a sentence in here just for doing the usual teenage shit (aside from the magical of course). If I'm caught doing the blue light thing I'll probably get myself dissected in some sort of science experiment, which my sisters will be more than happy to give permission for. Looking carefully at my arms that arestill tightly wound with bandages; boy, I sure drew the short straw when they were dishing out the destinies.
My sisters. They haven't visited, I'm not sure I would speak to them if they did. This whole thing proves that I've always been alone really…the odd sister out, and noweven more so with this whole magical deal. Perhaps it's better if I'm away from them; I'm still scared that some demonwill show up again. I don't wanna see them but It's so empty. Before it didn't matter about my sisters; it was just gonna be Paige and Glen and we sure were gonna rule the world…now, it's just Paige and it hurts.
I'm alone.
Alone and angry.
Was our happy family ever real? 'Cause I'm definitely questioning it now: Prue, so perfect to the outside world, pretty and smart on the surface, it all just hides a control freak who sells out her little sister as soon as things get tough; Piper, sweet and caring, but she lets people walk all over her…and is so painfully un-ambitious…and Phoebe, boy, is she the worst, completely delusional. She thinks she can bury her past self, the selfish slut, who now thinks that by going to college she can wipe the slate clean…somehow I think not. Even without their certified baby sister, it all looks screwed up from here…
I'm better here, without them.
I'm better.
I'm better.
So why is there a hole inside?
---
"How are you today?" Same old crap…what does she think I'm gonna have a new answer.
"Super-de-doopa, Dr. Shaw, when you lose your best friend and then your family labels you a nutcase and leaves you in a hospital, well, I gotta say it's been the greatest period of my life…" (Of course I omitted the magic part) She looks up in surprise at my sudden response.
"Why are you so hostile, Paige?" Hostile is not the word, I don't think she understands the expression 'looking daggers at someone', because right now, she is so dead. Bite my tongue…bite my tongue…Oh oh…red hot rage feels like it is coursing through my veins, when I feel like this, not even I can predict what I'm gonna do next.
"Why? You really want to know…orphan. Grandparent-less. I recently lost my best friend and boyfriend in a car crash…" I recently discovered a 'magical' destiny and now expect demons beating down every path to my door, "and my big sisters left me here because they think I'm crazy. Did that tick enough of your check boxes doctor?" I stare evenly at her, my hands are squeezed so hard together that my knuckles are white and my hands are sore.
"You want to talk about him, your boyfriend? Glen?" How dare she, how dare she say his name. Hearing it sends a sea of hurt washing over me and it leaks out of the corner of my eyes. I'm not gonna let her see me cry, I don't want to give her the satisfaction.
"NO" I yell so loud that it burns my lungs. The chair flies out from under me as I push it away. I know its not gonna do me any favours in this place, but I don't care. I've had enough. I run out of Dr Shaw's office down the corridor to my room. Hot tears stream down my cheeks, and I can't suppress the howling cry that escapes. I kick the bed, the door, the wall, slamming my fists against them, until they hurt…I need to hurt…I need to feel.
"Stupid…stupid…" I grab the only things that I can throw, pillows, clothes. I reach for my next target, my pile of books but before I can grab them they disappear into that familiar blue fuzz and reappear on the opposite wall slamming into it with a dent. The shock calms me down, the tears are reduced and my sobs are reduced to hiccupped whimpers.
Ohh! I feel someone watching me and as I turn around my worst fears are confirmed.
"My, you're a firecracker…" A calm voice drawls.
Oh! A mystery voice…I wonder who? please review! (Rolls eyes at rubbish rhyme : )
