AUTHOR'S NOTE: Heyy loves! Here we are, the final chapter of My Happy Ending! I can't believe it, I've been working on this for such a long time, and we're nearly done! I must say that this story means more to me than any story I've ever written. *sniffles* Ok, I need to pull it together, I still have one last chapter to write!

Connor walked up the driveway to his house. Why did he feel so weird? He was exhausted. Had he danced that much with Tommy? Connor had thought that they'd only danced to slow songs. And why was he all sticky and smelly? Had he sweated that much? He didn't smell like sweat. Connor wanted his Mama.

Connor walked inside. His closet door was unlocked and open. The crack he'd put in the door before was bigger now. Where was Mama? Connor looked around downstairs. "MAMA?" Connor called. No response. Oh well, Connor needed a bath anyways. He'd find Mama after. Little did he know that as he walked around upstairs, Mama was watching him.

Connor took off his prom clothes, stepped into the warm bath water, and sat down. He splashed water on his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw blood dripping off of his hands and down his arms. Connor's eyes grew wide. He remembered everything. Billy and Chris had dumped a bucket of blood on him while he'd been crowned prom queen. Heather had played a video of him getting bullied in the boys' locker room. Everyone had laughed. The bucket had fallen over and hit Tommy on the head, killing him. And Connor had killed everyone at prom, burned down the school, killed Chris, crashed Billy's car, and blew up Billy, Billy's car, and a gas station. Connor started frantically scrubbing the blood off of himself. "No. No. No. No. No!" Connor repeated as he scrubbed. What had he done?! That wasn't like Connor at all! Connor would never hurt a fly! Or so he'd thought. It took a long time, but Connor eventually washed all of the blood off. Connor drew his legs up to his chest and rocked back and forth in the now cold, bloody bath water. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry" Connor repeated over and over, shaking his head and crying very hard.

Connor walked out of the bathroom dressed in his bathrobe, hair still wet. Mama walked out of her room. "Oh Mama!" Connor exclaimed, running into her familiar embrace and crying harder. "You were right Mama! They all laughed at me!" Connor sobbed. Mama stroked the back of Connor's head. "I knew they'd hurt my little boy" Mama said. Connor just continued to cry.

"I suppose that this is God's way of punishing me for my sin of intercourse. Your father and I lived together sinlessly for a long time. But one night, he looked at me in that way. I knew right away what he wanted. I told him that we had to get down on our knees to pray for strength. But I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and I knew that it was no good. He took me, he fucked me, and I liked it. Oh, how I loved his hands rubbing all over me" Mama said. "Mama! Please stop, I don't wanna hear it" Connor pleaded. "I should've given you to God when you were born. It was a test. But I was weak. I said God, please let me keep my little boy" Mama said with a smile. Connor stopped crying and did his best to smile back.

"Let's pray" Mama said. "Yes Mama, we'll pray" Connor agreed with a sigh of relief. At this point, Connor would be glad to move away and be homeschooled. It was sort of nice to only have the familiarity of Mama and praying. "I'll be the preacher, and you'll be my complication" Mama said. Connor nodded. They both got down on their knees, and Mama took Connor's hand. "Our father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth…" Mama prayed. Mama hugged Connor and Connor hugged her back. Mama pulled out a knife. "…As it is in Heaven" Mama finished, plunging the knife in Connor's back.

Connor gasped and the lights flickered. Connor stood up and backed away from Mama. Not watching where he was going, Connor fell down the stairs. He hit his back on the wall on the landing in between the two flights of stairs, leaving a blood splatter on it. Mama walked downstairs with her knife, staring Connor down. "WHAT THE FUCK MAMA?!" Connor yelled. "The Devil never dies Connor. He keeps coming back in different forms, and you gotta keep killing him" Mama said. Connor stared at her in shock and horror. "No Mama, this isn't right!" Connor exclaimed. "This isn't your fault Connor. You were too weak and Satan got a hold of you. I'm just doing what God wants me to do" Mama said.

Mama tried to stab Connor again, but Connor crawled away just in time. "MAMA STOP IT!" Connor screamed. Mama grabbed Connor's leg and slashed it with her knife. Connor struggled, but Mama was too strong. Connor managed to flip over onto his back. Mama repeatedly tried to stab Connor, but Connor was just able to dodge it. Mama sat down on top of him to hold him still. Mama held her knife high in the air. Yelling, she plunged it down towards Connor. Connor stopped her with his mind just as Mama was about to sink the knife into Connor's heart.

Connor quickly thought about every sharp object they had in the house. They all floated in the air and pointed themselves at Mama. "Connor…" Mama warned. "I'm sorry Mama" Connor said. "CONNOR!" Mama yelled. She was flung off of Connor and stuck to the wall. A knife flew into Mama's left hand, while a pair of scissors flew into Mama's right hand. A bunch of needles flew into Mama's arms. Two pairs of scissors flew towards Mama, each stabbing one of her breasts. A giant metal ruler flew into Mama's stomach. Metal forks flew into Mama's thighs and calves. Mama moaned from each blow. Fully pinned to the wall, Mama's head slumped.

Connor walked over to Mama. Suddenly, Mama's head jerked up, and she was gasping for air. "Mama!" Connor said in relief. "Hold on, I'll get you down!" Connor said. Connor removed the metal ruler from Mama's stomach, and the knife and scissors from her hands. Mama slumped over. Connor sat down on the floor and laid Mama's head in his lap. Connor looked Mama over. He didn't know where to start. Mama was losing too much blood already, taking things out would make it worse. Mama was breathing heavily and staring up at Connor. Connor looked back hopelessly. There was nothing he could do. It was too late. If Connor called 911, Mama would die before they got to the house. Besides, there wasn't really any explanation for Connor to give them anyways. The least that Connor could do was to just be with Mama and try to make her as comfortable as possible.

Connor played with Mama's hair and tried his best to calm her down. "Shhh Mama, it's ok. No one's going to hurt you. You're safe here with me" Connor soothed. Mama was too panicked to be calmed down however. Connor needed to just put her out of her misery in the gentlest way possible. Connor thought about Mama's fast heartbeat slowing down. Mama seemed to calm down a little bit. "There you go Mama. Now that's much better, isn't it?" Connor soothed. Connor focused on Mama's heartbeat. Slower. Slower. Slower. Just a little bit slower. "I love you Mama" Connor said right before Mama's heart slowed down to a stop, tears streaming down his face. Connor held Mama, rocking back and forth and sobbing.

It was all his fault. Everyone died because of him. Tommy, everyone at prom, Chris, Billy, and now even his own Mama. The world would've been better off without him ever existing. Tommy would still be alive and in love with Sue. As much as that thought hurt, it was better than Tommy being dead. At least he would've been happy and alive.

Everyone at prom would be alive and achieving their goals and dreams that now died with them. Their families, relatives, and friends wouldn't have to be sad from missing them. Connor hadn't realized until now that by killing everyone at prom, it would affect other people too. He had caused so many families grief. There were so many parents who lost their kids now. They wouldn't even get to say goodbye.

Even Billy and Chris had families and people that were sure to miss them. They would still be alive and happily in love. Or whatever they were. Sure, they were horrible to Connor, but so was everyone. They could've been good people apart from being bad to Connor. Or they could've grown up to be good people. Now they wouldn't.

And Mama would still be alive. She wouldn't have to worry about a sinful homosexual son. Maybe even Daddy would still be alive. If Connor had never been born, maybe God could've forgiven Daddy for having intercourse with Mama and wouldn't've had to take him away. Either way, Mama would've had a much easier, longer life without Connor.

It was all because of Connor. It was all because Connor was gay. Why couldn't Connor have just been born straight and normal? Then he could've had a sinless life. People might've liked him. Maybe he would've even been happy. Then no one would have a reason to bully him, and none of this would've ever happened. Everyone would still be alive, and Connor would be a good person. But Connor was gay, and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't change it.

The world would be better off without a dangerous, murderous, gay sinner like Connor. Connor wouldn't burden the world with his existence anymore. Connor had to be the worst person in the world. After all, who killed their own Mama?! No one deserved to die that did. And Connor deserved to die more than anyone else in the world. So Connor would do something right for once in his life and kill himself. It had to be done. Suicide was the only answer. He'd be doing the world and everyone in it a favor. No one was safe while he was alive. Connor didn't want to live anyways. He had nothing now. So Connor thought long and hard about the house collapsing in on him and Mama's dead body. Looks like his telekinesis was good for something after all. As the house collapsed on Connor, burying him, the last thought he had before he died was "So much for my happy ending."

THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So that brings our story to a close my loves! First of all, I just wanted to say that I am a gay Christian, and that IS possible. God loves you for you, gay or straight, he made you the way you are. The reason I wanted to write this story is because I have always loved Carrie, and certain elements of the story reminded me of the hard times I went through growing up. I also wanted to show how bullying can seriously affect people, whether it comes from people at school or your own parents. Also, suicide is NEVER the answer. I was suicidal once in my life, and let me tell you, it is much better to tell someone and try to get help. If any of you loves has any further questions on this story or the lessons I hoped to teach with it, feel free to PM me. I hope you loves enjoyed the story!