"Maybe you should talk to them." you look over to see Jackie turn around in your desk chair and give you a wistful smile. She gets up and sits next to you on the bed, taking your hand and playing with your fingers. "Your parents wanna help you. You can't keep-"

"Why did you do it?" you interrupt and ask. "Last night, you said you were sorry. You put something in my drink. Was it the pills?"

Jackie swallows and looks down, and that's all you need for confirmation. You scoff and pull your hand back, digging your nails into your palms. "Why would you do that, Jax? I told you they don't work for me."

"But they do!" she gets up and exclaims, looking at you with such deep sadness and love and guilt and regret. "You know it too. You can't keep doing this. You can't keep sleeping all the time, it's not healthy. I thought by being here I would make it a little better but I've been making it worse. Making you worse."

None of you pay attention to how you walk right through her as you stomp to the other side of the room. You shake your head, whipping back around and yelling, "I need you here Jackie. It's the only thing keeping me sane. If I don't sleep, I don't see you. I feel a bad feeling like I'm gonna puke; like something bad is gonna happen again. I need to sleep."

She shakes her head with a pout and sucks in her tears. Jackie wipes her face and slowly steps closer to you, bringing her hand up to cup your cheek. "You can't keep sleeping."