"Hey, Danny?".

"Yeah, Candy?".

"...you remember that day that Billy had to go home early because his momma was bein' arrested for having all those plants her car?".

"Yeah.....the whole school saw that...why?".

"Do ya think my daddy is gonna be like that?".

Danny turned his head to face the younger child. They had been watching the clouds all afternoon, guessing on what they looked like and the sort. Candy swore that she kept seeing a fat man riding a horse and Danny kept seeing the same cowboy smoking a cigarette. Both children had their hands tucked behind their heads as they laid in Candy's front yard.

"Candy, your daddy IS like that. He got put in jail for beating up some wussy." Candy frowned and looked at the boy. "But....do ya think he'll come home?". Danny sighed.

Daniel was a sharp child for his age. Even though he was at the youthful age of six, he still had more common sense than any other boy his age. Maybe it was because his father was an English teacher? It's quite the possibility.

"Well Candy, I-". Before he could answer her, Candy had drifted into a deep sleep. He chuckled and then lifted himself from the ground. "Lazy bum!".

After this outburst, he ran into the house to spend time with his own parents. Candy had been exhausted all day long. You'd feel the same way if you had to get up at six in the morning just to go home like ten minutes into school! So it was then that a very disturbing dream caught her.

There was a teenage girl staring at herself in the mirror. She was beautiful and her body was in better shape than the rest of the teens nowadays. But...she was crying. Why was she crying?

"I give up.......I've tried all I could to be nice to be nice to people...I've tried all I could to please my caretakers.....but nothin's worth it. I'm failin' in school, I'm a disappointment to my caretakers, I'm a joke and my guy's trying to make me have sex with him when....I just don't wanna....at all....and he can't see that...". The girl slapped herself hard in the face. In fact, it was so hard that it nearly made her fall over and a red handprint remained on her face. She examined the mark and just turned her head.

"I probably look better now than I ever have...". She felt like she was a freak. People were convinced that she was a psychopath and people constantly commented on how ugly she was. She knew that she was ugly...she didn't need people to remind her.

But the fact was...she wasn't ugly. She was actually very pretty, beautiful even. Her hair was long with a slight bit of waviness, her skin was smooth and her eyes were as big and brown as a bear. But she still felt like she was a hideous monster.

Her boyfriend constantly told her that she was the most gorgeous girl alive, but she knew better than that. He was just trying to get into her pants. He didn't really love her. How could anybody love a monster like herself?

Quite frankly, she blamed Derby Harrington for all of this. She was the happiest whenever she was a young girl, still living with her fathers. But he ruined that. He took her only real family away...all because of her.

If her father hadn't had defended her that day, she'd still be with them. But she wasn't. She was living in a hell that she knew wouldn't end for a long time. She was left with the knowledge of knowing that she was a ugly bitch.

It was no use. What was the point in even living? All she was doing was wasting everybody's time. So with that, she grabbed the shotgun she had snuck from her foster father's closet, stuck the barrel into her mouth and pulled the trigger.....

Candy bolted up from her sleep to the noise of her father talking to Deidre and Arthur. She had no clue how long he had been home. All that haunted her was that dream of hers. It seemed so....real.

As she listened to her father, her face fell. "Derby's tryin' to break this family apart! He's tryin' to make me and Johnny file for divorce and he's tryin' to get Candy put in a home!". Candy's eyes soaked themselves. This couldn't be happening.

My dream....it was me.....I'm gonna be like that one day, ain't I?

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I'm so sorry that this is going so slowly! :(

As for Candy's dream, I had the idea of pretty much making her like Johnny....but much worse. Johnny was just paranoid...Candy's....probably borderline personality disorder styled. I dunno. If this isn't the right mental disorder, than I apologize!