I stood in front of a huge bed with a dark wooden frame. I felt very out of place and uncomfortable. I couldn't just stay here. I didn't know these people. But I didn't really have a choice. I had nobody and it wasn't as if my life was going anywhere.

I ran my boney fingers across the sheets of the bed, trying to feel the material. But I felt nothing. I let out a breath. A lump started to form in the back of my throat and I knew that tears were rimming my eyes.

I pushed them back, not allowing myself the release I needed. One escaped out of my eye as a knock came from the door.

I turned to find the long haired woman leaning in the doorway. She looked skeptical and gave me the gaze of pity that I had everyday since my parents died.

"Are you okay?" She asked stepping forward.

I wiped the tear away quickly and nodded once.

"Look I know this is a lot to process but it's not going to get any less crazy. You are going to have to accept that you have a new course in life. One that could make or break you." She explained to me.

I am already broken I thought. I didn't say anything to her. I sat down on the bed not meeting her gaze.

"Anna." She began sitting next to me. "Has something happened to you? I mean I never have seen anyone so skinny and have such a broken aura surround them." She truthfully told me.

The lump got bigger. It was getting harder to fight the tears back. For the first time in two weeks this was the first that I had cried again. Since a few days after the..incident.

Remembering the heat on my skin and the glaze of fear in my fathers eyes as he looked down at my mothers dead body brought back so many emotions.

A hand got placed on my back and it was the woman's hand. She had a motherly sense about her and the way she gently touched me reminded me of my mother. Tears were starting to fall and made tiny taps on the bee sheets. I met her gaze and it was filled with pity.

"My parents died." I managed as the damn of tears came flooding out of my eyes. I put my hand to my mouth in shock and to stop me from throwing up. Her arm wrapped around me and she pulled me under her arm.

"It's okay, it okay." She muttered in a soft tone as I poured out with sorrow.


After a few minutes she pulled me up to eye level to talk to me.

"I'm sorry about your parents. I know exactly how you feel. I lost my sister and my grams and my mother. I didn't feel like talking to anyone either." She soothed and took out a tissue from a box then handed it to me.

I wiped away the tears but the more I wiped the more came out. I met her eyes and my breath hitched.

"I know it's hard. I went into a shell when my sister, Prue died. I kept looking through books on ways to bring her back. But, there's a natural order to things and we have to accept that. Things happen for a reason." She said then removed a hair that was stuck on my face.

She was so motherly. She had only just met and she was treating me like she had known me for years.

"Me and my family will help you through this. We will help you move on from mourning and with finding who you really are. Now, lay down and go to sleep." She told me as se got off the bed.

She was in the doorway when I needed to ask her something.

"Umm, what's your name?" I croaked.

She turned her head and gave a gentle smile.

"Piper." She said then headed out of the room.

I slowly lowered myself down onto the bed and rested my head on the soft feather pillow. I didn't bother to pull the covers or get changed. I closed my eyes and let the still silence of room hush me to sleep.

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I awakened with a headache as usual. It must have been 6am. The sun gave the room an orange glow as it tried to break through the curtains. I had that horrible morning taste in my mouth and something else to. It was a metal taste and it stuck to the roof of my mouth.

I moved my tounge to get rid of it to have a liquid pour into my mouth. This was where the metal taste was coming from. I put my fingers on my lips and observed them. They were covered in a thick, red liquid. I sat up and felt a rush to my head.

My nose and mouth were wet with the red liquid. I came to realise that my nose was bleeding rapidly. I looked down and my chest and top was covered in my blood. The sheets and the pillow were stained with it too. I held my hand to my nose then got up. I ran out of the room to find the bathroom.

It didn't take long as it was just down the hall. I burst open the door and put my head over the white sink. I spat out the pool of blood that had formed in my mouth. Blood was spilling uncontrollably out of my nose and I started to feel dizzy.

I grabbed some toilet tissue and held it to my nose. Within seconds I needed a clean one. I was loosing more blood by the second and the sink was turning red. My knees were beginning to give way under my weight and I had to hold myself up by my elbows on the sink.

There was blood on the floor, in the sink and all over my clothes. I had nosebleeds for the past two weeks but never like this. Blood clots were stuck to the sink like boulders on a mountain.

As my arms were about the slip and I was about to collapse on the floor the bathroom door burst open. It was the moody guy with green eyes and behind him was the other one with blonde hair.

They're faces filled with shock at the sight of all the blood. My body went limp as I become unconscious and fell on the floor with a loud thud as blood still poured out of my nose. The last thing I saw was the two boys racing towards me.