I told myself i wouldn't get TOO dramatic with my fan fics, but evil me...i decided to. this one's kinda sad. don't cry! whatever. just life to remind ppl that i don't own ne body cept Melanie and other fictional charatcter you don't know ENJOY!

Chapter 11

Loosing Hope

Melanie closed her eyes as she stared at the closed door. Somehow, she knew what was wrong. She recognized the sheer panic in her oldest sister's voice. There was a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Prue was 8 months pregnant, and Melanie could only hope…pray that her sister and her baby were ok.

"Prue?" she called, gently knocking on the door. She didn't respond. She reached out and touched the knob. Jerking her hand back, she began to wonder if entering the room was the right thing to do. It doesn't matter Melanie said to herself. She's my sister. She needs me.

Against her better judgment, she reached out and opened the door. It took her eyes a few moments to adjust to the poor lighting. Slowly, she moved towards the bed. Prue was lying there, motionless.

"Girl." Prue said quietly. Melanie sat on the bed next to her.

"What do you mean? The baby? Is she ok?" she asked. Prue lowered her head. She reached out and touched her. She seemed stiff; despite the fact her skin was warm to the touch.

"I was going to name her Hope. Her name was going to be hope, because I hoped that she would be ok. She was my last hope." Prue said turning towards Melanie. She instantly knew what had happened. The word miscarriage began flashing in her head. Melanie began hugging her sister, comforting her. She didn't cry. She was beyond tears.

"Where's Dave?" Melanie asked. Prue shrugged. Melanie sighed. She began looking around the room. Photos littered the room. Pictures of Melanie, Prue and their three other siblings, Samantha, Leo and Chris were on the nightstand. On the other side of the room, there was a large picture of Prue and Dave on their wedding day. Their smiles could light a dark room that morning. Melanie remembered that day clearly. Prue was a beautiful, blushing bride, the first of the Halliwell sisters to get married. Dave was a large man, who fell for Prue's charm and beauty. They both dreamed of having kids together. I, David Bautista take you Prudence Halliwell to be my wedded wife. In sickness and in health…

Prue began to whimper. Melanie held her sister closer. Prue was supposed to be the strong one. She helped keep their family together. She was fearless. And now…

"I want you to give that note to Dave when you see him." Prue whispered. Melanie looked at the table across from them. A piece of paper with Dave's name on it sat there. Melanie laid Prue down on the bed and opened the neatly folded note and read it. Melanie recognized it as a note to her husband on the night of his match with Triple H.

Dave,

While you were nervous about your headlining match with Hunter I was scared out of my mind that I was losing our baby. You had no control over my body's decision to miscarry. You couldn't have known. I was angry with you because you couldn't be there with me. You were on Raw, planning your match. I was in our living room, shaking violently, trying to convince myself all this blood was normal, even when I knew it wasn't and I knew what it meant. While you were stretching, anxious to move in preparation for your match, I was curled in the fetal position, terrified that the slightest motion would quicken the death of our baby. I wish you had known. I can't believe I was stupid enough not to tell you the second I had found out. I just wanted to surprise you.

While you were making your ring entrance to the sound of screaming fans, I was entering the emergency room, to the sound of frantic paramedics; worried I would bleed out in the ambulance. The bright lights overhead, intense cramping, silently begging for you to come. It's amazing. You were half way across the country and yet, you were experiencing identical pain. Your abdominal cramping coincided with mine, excluding the very different reasons. While you were being methodically examined by millions of fans, doctors were examining me in my nether regions, searching for a way to stop the bleeding. While someone you trusted was beating you up, I was beating myself up for not realizing I was pregnant sooner.

While your arm was held up in victory, my head was down in a loser's stance. While you jumped up the wrestling tier, I slid down the ladder of womanhood. You were happy. I was sad. You always said you could feel what I feel. In the midst of your happiness, did you feel my sorrow? Did you feel my pain? For you, Dave Bautista, things would never be the same. Fans, who had no clue who you were, knew you as the man who 'overthrew' Triple H. I thought you would be the most beautiful thing in the world, the father of our child. And now, we'll never know her. The sound of her laugh, her eyes. All I know is that I could never look into your eyes and not wonder if our baby girl had the same ones. I am so sorry baby. Please forgive me.

Prue

Melanie stood there, reading the note over and over. It was an apology. Prue was sorry for something out of her control. Melanie felt tears run down her cheek as she put the letter down and went over to her sister.

"Prue…" Melanie began. She stopped when Melanie spotted a blade hidden in Prue's hand. Melanie panicked. "Prudence…don't you dare. Don't even think about this." Melanie urged. Prue began crying again.

"You don't know Melanie…you have no idea. Hope was my little girl, I could feel her inside me." Mel shook her head.

"I know honey. You can't end it. Not now. Dave loves you." Prue pressed the blade against her wrist.

"I'm so afraid… I killed my baby. We loved that child before it was born. I killed…" Melanie interrupted her.

"No…not a chance in hell, you understand me?" Her voice began to crack. "You don't have a bad bone in your entire body."

"But…" Prue began. Melanie took Prue's hands.

"No. You're a good person. You need to believe that right now!" Melanie cried." We would have never survived if it weren't for you. You took care of Sam and me. You kept our family together. Prue looked down at her wrist. Her hand that was holding the blade began to tremble. Mel gently pulled the sharp edge away from her.

Suddenly, the door opened. Dave came storming in toward his wife.

"I just got your message. Baby, I'm so sorry." He cried. Melanie stepped back as the couple embraced, crying together. Prue began apologizing.

"Prue…don't worry." Dave said, caressing her skin. "We can try again. We'll have a family, I promise." Melanie slowly began to leave. David got up and looked at Melanie.

" Thank you Mel. I know what she was trying to do. You're amazing." David said. Melanie smiled sadly.

"I just hope you get to meet that little baby again."