"Good morning..." Jessica said to me, as she stood in the doorway in shock.

"You haven't been in here since the tragedy, how are you feeling?"

My eyes narrowed over to her, as I sat the bottle of perfume down on the dresser. "I'm not sure Jess..." I sighed.

Her face expression turned into concern. "Last night, that dream you had was pretty intense, and it's not the first time you've had them, and now you're seeing your mom, you said, and you're in her room... I don't know Em... I think it's time for you to see someone, maybe a psychiatrist," she suggested.

"No!" I scowled, "I'm ok..." I insisted.

"Em..." she whispered.

"Jess, I'll be ok," I said in a shaky voice, as my eyes flashed over to a folded piece of paper. "Ok..." she sighed, in disbelief. "But if this keeps happening, I'm telling you, you need to talk to someone, and I will tell Adam if I have to," she warned.

"No don't! I don't feel like hearing Adam's mouth," I muttered, as I grabbed the piece of paper and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What's that?" she wondered.

"Something that my mother tried to write to me," I sighed, as I unfolded the paper.

"Really...?"

"Yeah..." I moaned, "I remember passing her a pen, and holding this paper for her to write on... but she could barely move from being hooked up to so many machines, so the words just came out like scribble scrabble, and now I will never know what she tried to say," I explained.

"Oh my god..." she sighed.

"Jess..." I groaned, as I dropped my head, "What do you think she tried to say?" I asked, desperately wanting her opinion.

"Well I'm sure... she wanted you to know that she loved you Em," she said, softly.

"Yeah...." I sighed, as a tear dropped down my face. "I remember our last conversation, about me going to college, but I didn't know what I wanted to become yet. She told me I could be whatever I wanted to be, and that she believed in me," I sniffled, "can you believe that?" I asked, as my voice trembled, "I'm not even close to what she believed in," I felt.

"Emery..."

"Jess, I failed her..." I sighed, as more tears dropped.

"You didn't fail her Em... you're just in a bad place right now, but not forever, and I promise you it will get better, and when it does, that's when you will make her proud," she assured me. "And you have me Adam now, and we're not going anywhere... we will always be here for you no matter what," she guaranteed.

"I know Jess..." I said, still sniffling.

As I stood up off of the bed to put the note back, she whispered as she reached her hand out to me, "come here Em... everything will be ok," she assured me, as she gave me a hug.

"Thanks Jess..." I groaned.

"You know I love you," she responded, as she squeezed me tight. "Now how about we go downstairs... and I'll make us some breakfast while you try to relax," she offered, as she wiped the last of the tears away.

"Ok," I said calmly, as I turned to take one last look around.