Alternate Ending 1

It has been a couple of weeks ever since the school's decision. We were given until the end of June to move out of our dorms. Chloe was nearing the end of her pregnancy. Hanna had become very secluded ever since the incident with Taylor. It was just the three of us again. This last quarter at school has been Hell for everyone.

I was in the living room, gathering all of my stuff together for when we get evicted.

"Alex," Chloe whispered to me as I was packing my bag.

"Yes?" She sat down on the couch.

"I'm worried about Hanna. She hasn't been the same ever since…" She trailed off. I could see her lips quiver. I stood up and walked over to her, sitting on the couch and holding her in my arms.

"Shh, it's okay. We're here for her. She's not alone." Chloe put her head against my shoulder and started to cry. I stroked her head for comfort.

"Why did Mike have to do that?" She asked between sobs. I didn't answer. I heard Hanna's bedroom door open. I turned around and saw her carrying her bag, her eyes were extremely red. Chloe looked up at her friend.

"I just called my mom," Hanna said. "She's going to pick me up soon." She placed her bag onto the floor and came over towards us. She sat down next to Chloe and wiped some of her tears away. "I know that it may seem like the end is here, but trust me, it's not."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Chloe asked, sniffling.

"I mean, just because the school is shutting down, doesn't mean we won't be able to see each other again. No matter what, we are all here for each other, even if we are far away, we can still be there." The two friends hugged it out next to me. I got up and went to the bathroom.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I went over to the mirror and looked at myself. Bags were under my eyes.

"Chyanne, I know you're there," I said out loud. Through the mirror, I saw the Froslass appear from the shower. I turned around to face my guardian.

"Alex, are you okay?" She asked.

"No," I said. "This school has been destroyed, Hanna is a wreck, Chloe is due anytime soon, Taylor is dead, and I have no idea what to do now." She glided up closer to me.

"Maybe I can help you," she told me in a seductive tone. She leaned closer to me and kissed me. As we kissed, I heard a yell. I broke apart and ran out of the bathroom.

"Oh, shit!" Chloe shouted in pain.

"'Oh, shit!' What do you mean 'oh, shit?'" I asked. I took a look over at my wife. It looked like she was going into labor. "Oh, shit!" I pulled out my phone and dialed my dad.

"Hello?"

"Dad, no time to explain, get to the hospital and tell Bella to teleport here, now!" I hung up after I said that and ran over to Chloe to hold her hand. There was a bright light that filled the room and Bella appeared.

"Mom, teleport us to the hospital now!" Hanna ordered. Bella nodded her head and there was another blinding light.

The light faded away and we were in the lobby of a hospital. I walked Chloe over to the main desk as Hanna talked to the receptionist.

"Listen up, bitch," Hanna shouted. "We need to get her into a room now. She is going to have a baby." The receptionist picked up the phone. After a few seconds, a nurse came around the corner with a wheelchair. We placed Chloe in it and walked beside her and the nurse to a room.

"Sorry, but you guys can't be in here right now," the nurse told us. Both Chloe and the nurse entered and closed the door. Hanna, Bella, and I went back and sat down in the waiting room. After a few minutes, my dad came rushing in.

"What am I here for?" He asked. I pointed down to the maternity ward.

"You're going to be a grandfather," I said to him. He immediately booked it down the hall and into Chloe's room.

"So, Alex," Bella turned to me. "Are you excited about being a father?"

"Excited, nervous, worried, you know," I told her. We sat around to what felt like an eternity until my dad came rushing back.

"Come on, she needs you guys," he told us, rushing back to the room. We all followed him in. There, on the bed, lay Chloe. I ran up to her and grabbed her hand.

"It's okay, Chloe," I told her. "I'm here for you. We all are."

"Thank you, Alex," she groaned. Just then, she started to scream loudly and grasped my hand tightly.

"Doctor, she's giving birth!" A nurse shouted.

"Wait, don't Lucarios have eggs?" I asked.

"No, they have live births," Hanna told me. "Weren't you taught that?"

"No I wasn't-Ow, ow, ow." Chloe squeezed my hand tighter as she pushed.

"Come on, Chloe," my dad told her. "Keep pushing!"

"AAAAHHHHH!" Chloe screamed one last time. I took a look at my dad's face. It seemed worried.

"I-I'm sorry, Chloe," he said, pulling his mask down. "It was a stillborn." He looked down at the Riolu. It didn't move. We were all in shock. I looked back at Chloe. She tugged her paw free from me and brought them to her face.

"Chloe…"

"Why did that have to happen to me?" She asked angrily, sobbing and at the same time. "A stillborn?! Why me?!" I placed my hand onto her shoulder.

"I don't know how you feel exactly," I said, trying to comfort her. "But I don't like that news either. I think it would've been awesome to have a child. But…" I shuddered, tears were coming down my face. I swallowed a lump that I had in my throat. "But sometimes life destroys you in ways you, or anyone, couldn't imagine." I sniffled a little bit. Hanna pulled up a chair for me to sit down in. I took the seat and started to cry. The nurses left, leaving me, Chloe, Hanna, Bella, and my dad in there. I couldn't bear it. My first child, a stillborn. That thought clung onto me.

It has been a month now, and we still can't get rid of that thought. Everywhere I went, that though followed me. Hanna was staying at her house, and Chloe and I found an apartment for us. We invited Hanna to stay with us, but she declined every offer.

I sat on the couch, controller in hand, and stared at the black screen. I looked like shit. I hadn't shaved in a month and became clinically depressed. I had no idea what to do next.

BANG! The sound resonated throughout the entire complex. I rushed to see what caused that noise. I checked our bedroom, but there was nothing there. Then I checked the bathroom and I cried. My wife lay on the floor, dead. She had shot herself. A pool of blood formed around her head. That was the final straw. I picked up the gun that was next to her, put it into my mouth and pulled the trigger, in hopes that I could be with my wife and kid.