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"Please sit down", Phoebe said pointing at a chair "I haven't seen you for a long time".

"And you still know me", her oldest sister realised.

"Piper will come around, she always does". "Yeah right", Prue sighed.

"So where have you been?", Phoebe asked.

"You don't really wanna know this believe me and besides I don't wanna talk about it. That's behind me now. I want a new start, a new life and I didn't know where else to go."

"That's ok I think that house belongs to you too, so I don't have the right to forbid you to live here. But I'm sorry Prue you hurt me a lot and I can't treat you like nothing happened."

Prue smiled vaguely "That Ok Pheebs I didn't expect from you to welcome me with open arms". Phoebe nodded. "I'll show you your room, cause it isn't the same one that you had before.

After you were gone for 5 years I moved into your room cause it's bigger and I needed the space. We also gave most of your stuff away there are just a few personal things and clothes that are in your new room." "Mmhmm". "Like I said I'm sorry Prue, but that doesn't change a thing".

She hadn't slept well and got up around 7. Her old wardrobe had just a few things that were still fitting her but she didn't dare to ask Piper or Phoebe for stuff to wear. As she came down the stairs yawing she could smell the fresh brewed coffee and she closed her eyes and tried to remember when she had her last cup of the black hot liquid.

Piper stood in the kitchen making breakfast and Phoebe was reading the newspaper when she entered the door. "Good morning", she said quietly to her sisters but they pretend not to notice her. She was surprised that Piper was giving her a full plate of pancakes as she crossed her. "Thanks", Prue whispered but she didn't get a response. Nobody really talked to her the whole morning they just gave her a new key when they had to leave the house to go to work.

What should she do now? She was alone like she had been for a couple of years now. Her sisters were treating her like she wasn't there and there was nobody to talk to.

The feeling of desperation was slowly consuming her and she began to cry quietly.