Me: Hello I'm back with The Beginning of the End.

May: we know the name of the story we just want it to end.

Me: Well i will soon enough.

May: Yay!!

Me: In about another 5 or six chapters.

May: Huh?

Me: You heard me. Well here it is.

May: She doesn't own Pokemon or Ash Misty May or Drew but everyone else that is still alive she does own.

ME: And the name of the story and the story outline.

May: Whatever.

That night it wasn't as warm and comforting as before. It was now gloomy and dark which made the situation worse. Stephanie stayed in her room while Racheal and Timmy stayed in the 'chill' room. May tried to comfort Stephanie yet it didn't work, while Misty was being comforted by Ash. She had just fallen asleep so i guess you can say she was comforted. Ash stayed by her side to keep from her waking up unsafe. He couldn't let that happen... not again.

Meanwhile Timmy wanted to talk to Stephanie but he didn't know what to say or do but he wanted her to feel safe. Racheal cried knowing how much pain her mother was in, but truly she didn't know the half of it... no one did.

Misty was soon awake in Ash arms. She felt safe and almost happy. ALMOST. ;but her daughter again was dead. Misty was furious but not for the same reasons as Stephanie thought. Ash hugged her tighter as Misty snuggled closer to him.

"Ash," she whispered knowing he was awake, "We need to talk."

"About Danielle," he wondered.

"No something else." she said, "But closely related." Misty sighed and started her story. With an open heart and open ears , Ash listened to everything...

"Once upon a cottage," Misty began, "A girl had the perfect father. Or so she thought. The playtimes at the park, the bed time stories read to her at night, and the security she felt was there. It was until the age of 13 she turned. Then she was a woman in his eyes. No more safe and security but harshness and insecurity. After all the beatings and hurt , it wouldn't work She was still not listening. SO Bigger steps were taken. A curse.

"Ash," she said, "It's not your fault that our children are dead. It's not May's or Stephanie's or Drew's or any body's."

"I know." Ash asked.

"No, you don't Ash. I'm cursed." she whispered. "I'm cursed." she then said louder.

"What," he was confused. (a/n: but I bet everyone reading is. So I'll expand her answer.)

"I'm cursed. Ever since I was 14 or 15 years old. None of our, well my children, will never live for as long as we except them too."

He understood. "Who would do such a thing? Tyler?" Misty nodded, as she explained.

"He just got so fed up with me that he cursed me. I didn't realise it then but I do now." Ash's eye weren't as heartbroken or as hurt as Misty thought they would be.

"Misty I don't care about that. As long as nothing happens to you or me we'll get through anything together. I love you that much."

"Ash," she whispered. "You're perfect you know that"

Ash smiled, "So I've been told." Misty laughed at Ash's remark and kissed him. The kiss was passionate and a good turn around for a situation like that.

Meanwhile...

Stephanie was still upset when it clearly wasn't her fault. May had recently left because Stephanie wanted, needed, to be alone. Just then she heard a knock on the door.

"Leave me alone, please."

"I need to talk to you." It was Timmy. She didn't need this right now. NOT ever. She was just trying to calm herself down. She opened the door and looked up at him.

"What," she coldly replied. Her voice matched the temperature outside: Cold and Cruel.

"I just wanted to say-"

"You wanted to say what. That it's not my fault. Oh yeah that helps. I already feel bad enough." She started to get mad. Before she knew it she was doing things she didn't mean without thinking. "Just Leave. I don't want to see anybody. Ever."

"But Steph-"

"Just go," but he wouldn't leave.She felt she had to hit him with something. She grabbed the closed thing to her: a book. She just started hitting him against his chest. "Leave me alone."

Timonthy guarded himself by holding the book before it hit him. He didn't try to take it. He held it with just enough force she he wouldn't hurt her or he wouldn't get hurt. Suddenly Stephanie was in tears. Her grip on the book was loosened so he gently took the book from her grasp and put it back where it was originally.

Within a few seconds, Timmy held Stephanie tight as she cried. Stephanie held on to him not wanting to let go. Now she knew what it felt like to know somebody cared, truly cared: not like a father or a mother, not like a sister or brother. Or a family member. Or a friend of the family. He actually cared. She was soon calm and in control of her actions. Anger gets the best in all of us. It was true.

"Are you ready to listen now?" She nodded her head. "I wanted to say that I'll be here, anytime you need a friend to talk to or even listen. If you want me to leave I'll go." He let her go and was about to walk out the door.

"Wait," he waited, "Please don't go." Stephanie started to cry again. Tear spilled down her eyes like a raging brook. He held Stephanie close and wiped her tears. So he stayed there was still silence. He didn't complain or try to make her talk like her mother did. She just sat in the armchair across from the bed were she was sitting. He knew this was what she needed.

Me: So how was it?

Stephanie: It was a little on the dramatic side.

ME: Yeah I know.

Timmy: Don't you know she can't live without her drama?

Me: Hey what's that suppose to mean?

Stephanie: He means you're a drama queen.

Timmy: Yep that's about right.

ME: Hey!!

Timmy: Please review.

Racheal: Or you can not and say you did.

Stephanie: Hey where'd you come from?

Raheal: You don't wanna know.

Stephanie: That's good enough for me.

Me: Please review.