Yay! I'm not dead! Sorry...Its been a rough summer. Oh, and I lost my outline of where the hell this story is going to go so I have to retrack and try to remember. Yes I suck. This story will be ending soon, in a few chapters, but we've still got alot to go, so heres *basically* the end of the Bendy Candy part of the story.

Enjoy!

Mariah

Chapter 35: Just A Dream

~Wendy~

I was grumpy going into school on Friday. My back was killing me, and I felt, frankly, like shit. Not to mention I woke up with spotting. I thought I wasn't supposed to get my period while pregnant, but hell, what did I know?

Eric wasn't talking to me, but then again, I wasn't talking to him either. If he wanted to be the ass he'd always been, he could. It was fine with me.

He could go die for all I cared.

I couldn't care less.

I don't care. I don't care. I don't…

…

Bebe wasn't talking to me either, but I couldn't get up the nerve to try and talk to her.

When she'd confronted me, I couldn't even begin to respond. I know how I'd felt when she first kissed me, but I didn't want that anymore.

I loved Bebe, just not like that. I wish it hadn't taken me this long to figure it out.

Bells rang, mirages of people shifted through their scheduled day. My whole being was stuck in a thick fog, an ache blanketing over my entire body.

By the time fourth period came around, all I could focus on was the starting trickle of rain outside.

"wendy, can you answer number 6 for us?"

"Huh?"

"Number 6 Wendy, do you have the answer?"

"Um…No. Actually, Mr. Barch, can I go to the nurse's office?"

I stood up, and the whispering around me quickly began to quiet.

Mr. Barch just groaned.

"You kids these days, come get a pass." I slowly started towards the desk, whispers picking up behind me. When I reached for the pass when Butter Scotch cried out.

"Jeepers Wendy! Is that blood?"

"What?"

I looked down to see a small, accumulating puddle of blood down at my feet, and a small trail from my spot to the desk I was sitting at.

"Jesus, don't you women keep track of these things?" Suddenly the pass was already in my hand and he was already calling the office about a janitor.

Panic was explosive in my chest, butterflies desperately trying to escape my throat. What was going on? Was something wrong with the baby?

I rushed out of the classroom, a trail of crimson behind me along with the concerned calls of classmates.

I couldn't remember which way to the nurses office, or even my own name.

Hysteria was clouding my mind.

The bells started to scream again, and students emerged from their learning caves and stared and whispered and pointed.

The room started to spin, all of the faces around me blurred like streaked paint.

I thought I saw Bebe.

I thought I saw Eric.

But my mind was screaming and my body was bleeding and Ican'tbreatheIcan'tbreatheIcan't-

~Darkness~

I woke up in the Emergency Room, wearing Bebe's favorite cheerleading sweatpants and my blouse. Bebe explained to me that my skirt was unsaveable.

I was confused, devastated and humiliated.

When the doctor decided to make an appearance, so many questions were slamming against the inside of my head, but refuse to leave my mouth.

He spoke slowly, explaining that miscarriages were common, especially in young teenagers, and it was completely normal to have a panic attack if you were unaware of what was happening to your body. Apparently I bled a lot more then I should have for how far along I was, which wasn't far at all.

It was too young to feel pain, but I still felt guilty. I felt like I'd betrayed it, and I didn't do anything consciously wrong. It wasn't my fault. I knew it wasn't, but it felt like it was. My body betrayed what was relying on it, and I couldn't let myself just let go.

I could barely speak once I was told, and I didn't say a word as I started to leave the hospital. It was pouring out when my parents came to pick me up.

Eric was waiting outside under the overhang, sheltered from the rain.

He looked completely broken, almost as broken as I felt. Helpless. I thought he didn't care.

I knew what he was waiting for. I knew what he was clinging to, dying to hear.

I couldn't give it to him.

"I'm sorry. "

I cried. We both did. Our tears were falling harder than the rain. We didn't even want what we were given, and now that it was gone, we felt like it was stolen from us.

There was nothing to hold us together anymore.

My parents didn't ask questions yet. They only knew how raw this was, and that questions could be answered later.

Eric and I hugged, and cried, he kissed my forehead and I kissed his lips. I shouldn't feel this way towards him, with the way he abandoned me, but maybe it wasn't abandonment, maybe he was scared too.

I just didn't have the ability to run away.

~Bebe~

I watched Wendy and Cartman meld together, absorbed in themselves, and each other.

I was left alone.

I was so convinced I was going to win, that she would be mine, but I was wrong.

I failed.

Now I was alone.

What was I going to do now?

Cartman walked Wendy and her parents to get car, hiding the monster he was behind the mask of a gentleman.

I hated him. I hated that he took Wendy away from me in the one way I couldn't reverse.

Maybe I've gone crazy.

Yes, I've lost my mind.

All I wanted to do was run once I left the hospital. With Wendy going home she didn't need me anymore.

I don't think she ever truly did.

I walked back to the school to get my car, kicking myself for not thinking when I'd first jumped into the ambulance at Wendy's side.

Somehow, I'd hoped to be the one Wendy would take home, not Eric.

I sniffed and hiccupped as tears rolled down my face the whole way to the high school. I wanted to crawl in a hole and never come out again.

"Bebe?" When my key had penetrated my car's lock, a voice I didn't expect rang out.

"Oh...*Sniff* Hi Clyde."

"How's Wendy?"

"She's fine…She went home."

"Without you?"

I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

"I wasn't the one she needed I guess."

"She picked the Fatass, didn't she?" I could only nod. I didn't want to tell Clyde this, not while it was so raw inside me.

"I gotta go Clyde. I'll see you Monday."

I opened the door to my car to get in and flee, but he grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"Look, I know this is going to sound like a line or whatever, but…You deserve someone who realizes what you do for them, and does whatever they can for you."

I didn't say anything, itching to get back into the car.

"Maybe I'm just an idiot, but I don't think Wendy was the one for you. "

The tears started again, and I rested my head against his chest. None of this was fair, and none of this made sense to me. My heart was broken, and the only one willing to comfort me was a boy I barely ever noticed before.

He let me cry on him, he drove me and my car home. He stayed with me and let me rant and cry. This was what I needed to get over Wendy. I needed someone to give a damn about what I was going though.

Maybe someday I can get over Wendy…Maybe someday I can find someone new.

Maybe.