Summary- This is some thing I thought might be cool in an honor to the New Year. It's sort of like a bunch of compiled (but not randomly compiled) one-shots, one chapter/letter per sister. I'm not expecting it to go any where but some reviews would be nice. ) Thanks and Happy New Year to all!
Disclaimer- I don't eat--err-- own, Charmed. Or eat it. Unless...you know...I feel like it.
Month/Date/Year/Time of day- January/1'st/2002/7:30am
Takes place- The first New Years after Prue died. This is basically just a bunch of letters to her from the sisters, and yes I decided to do Paige. Hope you enjoy!
Title- Well... Paige.
Paige regretted having signed her letter. It just seemed to rediculous, not only writing to a dead person but writing to some one she didn't even know. But it was some thing she felt compelled to do...and in a way, she felt safe doing it.
Dear Prue;
Ok. This is awkward. I've only gotten past the first two words and I hardly know what to write. Well, you can't blame me...I mean, at least I'm writing some thing to wish you a Happy New Years, right? This is just one of those things I felt compelled to do...sorta like coming to your funeral. And in so many ways, I'm glad I did. But in so many ways, I wish I didn't.
I guess it must've been the same for you when you let Phoebe come back (she told me all about what had happened). You were glad you did...but also wished you hadn't. Looks like I've succeeded in confusing myself...good job Paige, way to go. Aren't I just amazing?
It feels guilty, though, inviting myself into this house as a family member. As if I could sit in your chair and put on the same shoes so to speak every day when you got up. But I hear stories of how amazing you were... I couldn't ever measure up. In a way, I wish I didn't have to have become part of this family. I don't want to be just the cup of jello you get when all the pudding's out. Funny I've mentioned pudding. I put it on my toast this morning.
Piper seems to think you and I have a lot in common. I don't think so. I mean, compared to me, I think they think you're God's gift to man kind... to them you probably were. You were all Phoebe had of a mother.
I feel like I was spared too much to be a member of this family. I was spared the pain and loss of Piper and Phoebe. They keep telling me that I'm lucky for that. I don't feel lucky. I feel guilty and powerless. Especially when they bring you up. Every time one of them says 'Prue' I get defensive. It's like "Shit. I'm not Prue!" but in so many ways I wish I was. I wish that I could just turn into you and whammo! Their lives would be perfect. If only I could, I know I would.
Did you hate yourself? That's one of the questions I've wished I could just ask for some time. But did you? Did you ever wish that you could just turn into some one else...just to make some one else's life easier?
I hope you understand and that I haven't waisted my time writing this letter. It was a stupid letter to write. Maybe I've waisted my time already. Oh well. It's only...almost 8. Crap. I hope Piper hasn't left yet. Well, anyways, Happy New Years!
Well...Paige.