Hey so just warning you now, this chapter might be really depressing. I'm not sure yet, cuz I write the opening A/N before I write the chapter. Also, I'm listening to kinda sad music Please read and review! Also, I have recently written some one-shots if you want to check those out too!

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"Come on," Matt said, shaking her leg, "You gotta get up!"

Candy curled deeper into a ball under the covers.

"Candy, I'm all for sleeping in but this is ridiculous. You can't just mope around in bed for three days straight. Tell me what happened. You were fine at the party, did something happen? Oh my god, did Randy do something? I swear to god I'll kill that bastard! We shouldn't have invited him; he's not to be trusted…" Matt stood up and started ranting.

Candy tuned him out as she pulled the pillow over her head.

"I'm getting Jeff, and we're gonna kick his ass," Matt said only half joking, "Just promise me you won't kill yourself while I'm gone."

Candy lay in the bed, buried under the covers in a semi-conscious state. Soon, Matt returned with Jeff.

"You try and talk some sense into her. I can't figure her out and she won't talk to me. I'm gonna go make her some hot lemonade; she drinks the stuff like crazy. Well, that and kool-aid," Matt headed out the bedroom door and went downstairs.

Jeff sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm gonna assume you don't wanna talk," when Jeff didn't receive an answer he continued on, "bad things happen, Candy. I'd probably know that better than anyone else who could come in here and bug you. I went through some pretty rough periods in my life. They sucked ass and I didn't think my life would ever get better. But it did, because even though most people don't want to admit it, life is kinda balanced. Good and bad things happen. Sometimes the bad things seem so bad to us that you feel like you can't go on and that it's easier to give up. But you gotta learn to have some patience. Cuz there are good things too. And just like the bad things can be really bad, the good things can be really good. I haven't known you for long, Candy, but I feel like we have bonded over this short period of time. And from what I've seen of you Candy, you're a fighter. You don't give up easy. You're more like Matt in that. He fought and struggled to get what he wanted and he didn't let anything get in his way. They told him he had to lose matches to big, out-of-shape guys that he knew in real life he could take, but he did it. They told him you gotta hit your kid brother in the face with a chair, and he did it. Not because he enjoyed it or wanted to or was being a push over. But because to achieve his dreams that's what he had to do. And I know you have dreams too. And lying in bed isn't going to accomplish them. So whatever is getting you down, well you have two options, accept it or fight it. But layin' in bed ain't an option and the longer you waste the harder it's gonna be when you fight it. Cuz, yea, you are gonna fight it, whatever it is."

Jeff stood up and kissed Candy on the forehead, before leaving the room.

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Candy headed down the stairs, freshly showered, with fresh clothes, and a fresh new attitude. She found Matt in the kitchen.

"Wasn't Jeff here," Candy asked, wondering if she had hallucinated the whole thing.

"Yea, he went back home to work on his art. Said something about suddenly being inspired."

"That's cool. What do you wanna do?"

Matt blushed, "Not to leave you hanging, being recently recovered and all, but, ahh, Melina has the day off so we were gonna spend it together."

"I totally get it. What are you gonna do?"

Matt blushed even more and mumbled something under his breath.

"Excuse me, I can't hear you. You're gonna have to speak up."

"I'm surprising her with a picnic."

Candy started gushing, "Oh, that is soooo romantic!"

Matt packed up the picnic basket, while Candy sat eating her breakfast.

"So, while you're gone I might need to go places…"

"I'm not leaving you with the Porsche."

"Oh, come on Matt!"

"No, you wanna go anywhere you'll just have to walk. Besides there's plenty to do here, arcade games, you can go swimming, play pool, read through fan mail."

"What," Candy asked, her head popping up.

Matt smiled. He walked to the garage and came back with a giant mail sack.

"A guy came by this morning," Matt explained.

Candy dived right into the bag, "Oh, my, god. Is this all for me?"

"Yep."

"This is so…totally…awesomely…cool," Candy said, at a loss for real words.

"So you won't have a problem staying here?"

Candy shook her head, "This is like Christmas, my birthday, Halloween, and Wrestlemania all rolled into one."

Matt couldn't help but grin at his younger sister's delight.

She hefted up the bag and carried it into the living room. She set the bag on the floor and plopped down next to it. She grabbed the first letter and started reading.

Hours later and she wasn't even half way through the bag. She got up to get some kool-aid and realized Matt had left without her even noticing. She went back into the living room and gazed at all the letters she had already gone through. The writers were completely diverse, men, women, young, old, people who had been watching forever, and those who had only started recently.

The letters made her glow and feel good about herself. There were letters of encouragement for her future, letters telling of how she had inspired others, letters of congratulations. Candy couldn't believe this many people actually took notice of her and liked her. She had been afraid of the fangirls, but all the letters from them had been kind. Some exclaiming about their happiness and excitement for the 'Extreme Family'. They were all glad that a woman was finally getting boosted to Superstar level, which hadn't really happened since Lita.

Candy spent the afternoon going through the rest of the mail. At the bottom of the bag were a stack of thick cardboard envelopes. She wondered why someone would use these to send a letter. She opened the first one pulling out a drawing and realized people used them to send fanart. Candy poured over the pictures, amazed at these peoples' abilities and the fact that they had obviously taken a lot of time to draw something for her.

There was one of her doing a moonsault, one of her leaping over the top rope, into the ring. A couple promo shots of her, a drawing of Matt, Jeff, and her, which were really amazing because those had to have been drawn from scratch since they hadn't done any photo shoots together yet.

Candy decided she needed to get these framed, like Matt had done downstairs with some of his favorites. But then stopped herself and wondered where she would hang them. She couldn't really hang them from the walls in the guest bedroom. She was just staying with Matt for the month until their vacation was over. Then they'd be back on the road and Candy couldn't bring them with her. She suddenly realized she had no real place to call home.

She'd known that going into wrestling; she'd willingly sold her apartment. But now, she wondered what she was supposed to do with stuff she wanted to keep but couldn't take with her without fear of damaging it. She slid the pictures back into their respective envelopes and hauled the mail up to the guest bedroom. She looked around her temporary bedroom and recalled Jeff's words form earlier. Accept or fight.

Candy decided that when Matt got back, she'd ask if she could move in more permanently or if he knew anywhere she could make her home. Because after only a few short weeks, Candy had decided that North Carolina was her home. Sure, she'd be a Chicago girl at heart, but her home was where her family was. She loved her mom, but they really didn't get along that well and sometimes her mom's Bipolar Disorder was just too much for Candy to handle. Candy wanted to be with her brothers and that meant living in North Carolina, which wasn't exactly a bad thing.

Candy figured she should call her mom and inform her of Candy's decision to live in Carolina. She'd also have to talk with her mom about the discovery of her father. She'd been putting it off, but realized she could avoid her no longer.

Candy sighed picking her cell phone up and flopping onto the bed. She scrolled through her contacts and clicked the call button as she reached Mom.

Her mom answered on the second ring.

"Oh, Candy," her mom broke off into hysterical sobs. This is what Candy had been afraid of.

"Mom, Mom it's alright. Everything is fine. I'm fine. You're fine. We're all fine. Just relax." Candy didn't have the patience to take her mother's disorder seriously. So, she ignored her mother's sobs and just said what she needed to say. "Mom, I just wanted to let you know that I'm not gonna go to Chicago during my time off. I decided I'm gonna move to Carolina and live near Matt and Jeff. I just wanted you to know, so please calm down." Candy sighed, "I'm gonna go now, bye Mom." Candy tossed her cell onto the mattress next to her.

She knew her mom hadn't heard a word she said, but she'd done her daughterly duty and Candy really couldn't work up the will to care. Her anger at her mom for keeping the truth about who her father was a secret was finally seeping out.

Candy went down to the basement and played arcade games. Once she was satisfied she had beat all of P.O.P.'s, whoever that was, high scores, she popped a movie into the DVD player and curled up onto the couch. She got bored with that after awhile, so she plugged her iPod into Matt's speaker system and put it on shuffle. She cranked the volume all the way up and ran upstairs to change into workout clothes. She focused on her workout, burning away all her frustrations with the world.

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Matt was walking down the hallway, when he heard Candy's classic ringtone, 'I Want Candy' by Bow Wow Wow. She wasn't in her room, so he scooped the phone off her bed answering it.

"Hello," he said.

"Is this Candrima Vachon," an official sounding voice asked.

"One moment, let me find her."

Matt checked in the hallway and found Candy exiting the bathroom in a towel, having just finished taking a shower.

"Hey, it's for you," he said, passing her the phone.

Candy answered it, "Hello?"

Matt couldn't hear what the man was saying, but suddenly Candy's face turned ashen and she collapsed to her knees.

"Oh my god," Candy said as the phone slipped from her hand.

Matt picked it up quickly, saying, "One moment." He rushed to Candy's side. "What is it?"

"My Mom, my Mom's dead, I killed my Mom."

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Gahh! Like I said, slightly depressing! Please review! Can you guess who P.O.P. is? It's a slight thing that really has no point, but I thought it'd be fun and I might do more with it later.