"She brought you to a clinic." Phoebe says finding the desired entry. Piper takes the book from Phoebe's hand, and reads aloud. I feel my stomach rise.
"Everytime I see her my heart breaks. It's not fair what she has to go through alone." Piper slows down as what she's reading registers, "I want to tell her everything will be okay, and that she has three sisters, but then we'd never see each other again."
"She never calls you by name." Phoebe says, "I guess she always knew I was somewhere trying to snoop." Phoebe smiles weakly as she flips through some more old diaries.
"I'll never understand how she just knew what we were thinking," Phoebe says thoughtfully, "and when we were guilty," She adds with a laugh.
I see Piper's face drop as she continues to read, and I want to be anywhere else.
"I'll be right back," I say excusing myself. Thankfully, Piper doesn't look up from the entry. Pheoebe does, but I rush out of the room before I can hear what she's trying to say.
"Paige, are you okay?" Phoebe asks nocking on the bathroom door.
"I'm fine," I yell back quickly. I feel my stomach turn again, and I lean over the toilet bowl as the final contents of my stomach rise. just remembering about this story makes me sick.
"Oh god," Phoebe says sounding somewhere between concerned and totaly grossed out. She's always been the youngest so it's understandable. She never had to take care of any sick sibings.
"Just go away." I yell after I brush my teeth. I still feel goss inside, and it's not surprising. I can't think of Prue without remembering horible stories, and my sisters,well, they can't not think of Prue.
"Paige, come on out. We have some crackers and stuff downstairs." Phoebe calls again. I don't understand why she can't just do as I ask and leave. I think this is why I've never lived with other people before.
"I'm okay, really." I say using a line that's become way to familiar. She still watches me very closely as I go downstairs to sit at the table. She looks as if I'll fall at any moment. It makes me want to yell at her, and tell her that I'm twenty five and I've been taking care of myself since I was eighteen.
"God," she remarks. It's not hard to forget she's an empath, and can feel my frustration and anxiety towards her.
"Sorry," I say apologeticaly.
"You need to get used to other people caring about you." Phoebe says puting her arm around me as we enter the kitchen. I shake her off and sit in a chair. Piper sets a glass of ginger ale infront of me, and I watch the bubles float up to the top. The whole time avoiding eye contact with her.
"Are you getting sick?" She asks concerned.
"No, I'm alright. I guess I'm just weak stomached." I say. Phoebe throws me a box of saltines, and I toss them right back.
"I feel fine." I say ignoring the twisting and the pain in my stomach. Phoebe shrugs and puts the box back. Then it occurs to me that she knows I'm in pain. The way she watches me I can tell she knows how I feel. I silently thank her for not sharing it though.
"Oh shoot. Im supposed to be at the club in ten minutes." Piper says notincing the clock.
"I can orb you." I offer.
"Thanks, let me just go change." Piper says. She comes down a few moments later and takes my arm.
"Are you sure you don't need me here?" she asks as I'm about to orb off.
"I can take care of myself." I say annoyed as we disapear. We reapear in the stock room, and she thanks me and heads through the door. As it clicks open the muic pours, and I orb out.
I arive back at the manor feeling a little disoriented. The way I felt after I first started orbing.
"Paige, really your not well." Phoebe says sitting in a chair pulled up to the table that I hadn't realized I was leaning on. I don't answer because I'm becoming increasinglybothered with all her concern. What's making me sick is long past, and the're is nothing she can do about it.
"I can feel it, Paige. The pain, and I'm talking about the physical stuff not just emotional" Phoebe says looking up from her lap top where she's probobly writing the next adition of 'Ask Phoebe'.
"It's just" I start before I can think. Then I realize I shouldn't be doing what I'm doing. It's too late to fix any of it, and I'm talked out for the day"cramps"I say deciding not to share.
"I'm going to go lie down." I say rushing upstairs. I sit on the bed in my room thinking about Glen, and Prue, and all the shitty things I had to deal with growing up that wouldn't have hapened if the Halliwell's had kept me.
A buzzing from my purse in the corner of the room shock me out of my thoughts. I tell myself it's just my cell phone and go to pick it up. It's Lindsay Bremen from work. I don't feel like dealing with her drama so I ignore the call.
I don't know what led me to look through my contact list to see Glen's cellular number and click send, but I do. I hang up after the first two rings asking myself what I'm doing. I must be going crazy trying to go back into my past.
My phone begins to buzz again, and I pick it up to hang up on Lindsay again, but the caller ID says Glen Belland. I hesitantly pick it up. Maybe not everything had to be left in the past.