Hey, so I'm freaking out because I checked my e-mail this morning and nearly fell out of my seat when I looked at all the messages from fanfiction about people reviewing, adding alerts and favorites! I then went and checked my traffic and it was through the roof. It means so much to me that people are reading and enjoying my work! It also helps that I'm churning the stuff out this weekend! So far 4 oneshots and two chapters, just on Friday night and Saturday.

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"I killed my mom," Candy sat rocking back in forth on the couch, repeating that phrase over and over, "I killed my mom."

"Shhh, girl, you did no such thing. Your mama did this to herself," Jeff said, comforting her, his southern drawl slipping through.

Matt stood in the kitchen, talking quietly into the phone. He hung up, walking into the living room.

"The next flight leaves in an hour and I was able to get us on it. I called a taxi service and they should be here soon. I'm gonna go upstairs and throw some things together for us, okay Candy? Jeff, I'll just throw in some stuff you've left here."

Jeff nodded his head, "that'd be fine."

Jeff just sat there, holding Candy unsure of exactly what to say.

Matt came down with the bags, as the taxi pulled into the driveway.

Matt and Jeff walked on either side of Candy, supporting her to the car. They slid into the backseat, still with Candy in between them. They rode in silence to the airport, where they got on the airplane and continuing their silence flew to Chicago.

They were met at the airport by two grim faced police officers.

"We are so sorry for your loss," one of the officers said, as he took their bags and escorted them to a squad car parked out front.

Matt and Jeff thanked him as Candy just stood there, blankly staring into the distance.

When they reached the police station, they were taken into a back room and seated at the table. A few moments later a man entered.

"I'm Detective Jeremy Brown. You're Candrima Vachon? Gertrude Vachon's next of kin."

Candy just sat there.

Matt spoke up for her, "Yes, can you please just tell us what happened?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. I can understand how difficult this must be for you," the detective paused, "Ms. Vachon's housekeeper found her. She was lying on her bed, having bled out from slitting her wrists. There was also an empty pill bottle on the nightstand. I know you just learned of this, but please if you have any idea why she might have done this."

"Cuz of me, it's my fault I upset her," Candy said, her eyes finally coming to focus.

Matt and Jeff misunderstood.

"Candy, this can't possibly be because of you. Your mother must have known for weeks that you had found out…" Jeff was cut off by Detective Brown.

"Found out what?"

Matt answered, "Candy recently learned who her birth father was."

"And what makes you think her mother knew she had learned of his identity."

Jeff sighed, "because it was announced on TV, in front of thousands of fans live and at home."

"Like some Jerry Springer show," Brown asked obviously confused.

"No," Candy said, finally getting into the conversation, "the WWE. We're all wrestlers and so was my mom back in the day. It was the only thing she watched anymore. But that's not why it's my fault."

"Candy, again, this isn't your fault," Jeff said.

"Ohh, but it is. Earlier today I called my mom to tell her I wasn't coming back home. That Chicago wasn't my home anymore, Carolina was. I didn't even listen for her reaction or try and explain it. I just hung up. She was sobbing and I knew how she could get. I just couldn't make myself care. And now she's dead because of me."

Brown spoke up, "Candy, a normal person wouldn't kill themselves just because their child has grown up…"

"My mom wasn't normal, Detective Brown. She suffered from severe bipolar disorder and I knew that, but I just left her to kill herself."

"Candy, please…" Jeff begged.

"He's right," Detective Brown said, standing up, "Not be harsh, but your mother killed herself. I've seen this a thousand times before and you can't blame yourself for your mother's decisions. Don't hate yourself, and don't hate her. It can't be undone, so accept the fact that she's gone and has moved on to a better place for her. The world is harsh for people with bipolar disorder, even with medication they're never really themselves. Now your mother can be free."

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Candy lay in her hotel room, listening through the adjoining door to see if Matt and Jeff had really left. They'd spent the whole morning comforting her and helping her make the funeral arrangements. Candy had just sat there, letting Matt take over. Finally she had asked them for some time alone.

When she was sure they were gone, she grabbed her cell phone, pausing before squeezing her eyes closed and hitting send.

"Hey, you got Shannon. Can't answer the phone, so leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible." Beep.

"Shannon, it's me. Candy. You said to call if I need anything, and I'm in Chicago staying at the Sheridan, room 256 and I really need you," Candy said, tears streaming down her face, "please, I know you need time to think, but please. Right now…just please."

Candy clicked off her cell and curled into a ball on the bed. She let loose the torment of tears, sobbing at the gut wrenching pain inside her. Holding herself as she struggled to breath. She fought to her feet, bent over with the feeling of her heart being torn to pieces at the loss of her mother and Shannon.

She stumbled into the bathroom, unable to see through the tears in her eyes. She fumbled with the knob, turning the shower on. Candy sat fully clothed in the tub, the water pouring over her as she shook.

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"What the…" Jeff turned around and then shook his head.

"What," Matt asked from the other side of the couch in the lobby. They had been sitting there for almost an hour, giving Candy some time to herself.

"I just…nothing. I thought I saw someone we know."

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Hope you like! I know it's really short, but that's where I thought the chapter should end. Actually, I thought it should end with the shower scene but the chapter was just so sad, I decided to add one itty bitty happy part. Please review and tell me what you think!

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