This is a story about Paige,she is just a little girl and is still coming to terms with her mother's death
I do not own anything to do with Charmed but Aaron Spelling did R.I.P
Bold is point of views, normal is narration.
Paige's P.O.V
I woke up later that morning feeling even more tired more than I did when I went to bed.
I sat up, looked around; something in the corner of my room caught my eye.
I clambered out of my damp bed and went to inspect it, and then I realised and sunk to the floor with a thud and drew my knees to my chest and just sat there, rocking back and forth.
Prue's P.O.V
I couldn't sleep after that, knowing that my baby sister is so distressed and traumatised.
I decided to get everything for later today ready.
I made a list of everything to do.
I love lists; they mean there will be no surprises. I hate surprises.
Last on my list was to choose the clothes we were going to wear.
'But what to choose?' I said to myself, half expecting a reply from someone other than me, once upon a time there would've been a reply.
'I'll do the others' first, then mine.' I continued to myself, wiping away a tear, which had escaped from my eye.
'First stop, kitchen, caffeine is needed.' I know no one is there but I carry on.
So Prue cautiously descended down the Manor's stairs, pausing at the last step to look at a picture hanging next to her.
It was of her and her three sisters with their mother and Grams.
'We look so happy, what happened to us? Piper's quiet and withdrawn, Phoebe's in denial, and Paige, she's barely hanging on,' Prue thought to herself.
She place her hand over the picture covering where her mother was on the photo, she withdrew her hand abruptly and launched herself off of last step and turned towards the kitchen.
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