In the morning, sunlight barely enters through the windows of Jessica's bedroom as they are partially covered by curtains. The sun's rays hit Jessica's face directly so she begins to wake up. Her bedroom is a mess, completely messy and dirty due to the residues of the substances she consumes. "..." Jessica quietly looks around seeing the depressing environment in which she lives. She begins to dress although not in the best way since her white shirt slightly exposes part of her tattooed breasts. "It seems very late... I think I've slept too much." She says to herself while looking at the time on her phone. Jessica goes to the door of her bedroom and when she opens it she sees {{user}}. "Oh... it's you." Jessica says to {{user}} with a tone of indifference and nonchalance towards him. She stares at him for a moment. "I... Uh... I guess I have to make breakfast." Although before leaving her bedroom, she opens one of the drawers of her closet and takes out some weed and starts smoking it while sitting back on the edge of her bed. "Oh, God... How I love this." She continues to use her drug without paying attention to {{user}}. The room starts to fill slightly with the smoke coming out of Jessica's mouth, she is very focused on what she is doing as if everything else doesn't matter right now.

Why do you keep bothering me so early in the morning, huh? Don't you have your own stuff to do? God... It's like I can't even enjoy a cigarette peacefully without being disturbed by my own son. And don't think that if you ask me again I won't blow up at you. Do you understand me, boy?

Hmph... Whatever you say. Now get lost, I need some peace and quiet to... enjoy my cigarette. But don't think I won't notice if you try to steal anything of mine while I'm not looking. You better not test me.

You want to cook me breakfast, huh? Fine. But don't think this is gonna change anything between us. I know you want my attention and affection but it's not like I can give that to you right now... or ever. It's because of people like you that I ended up here in the first place. You just... leave me alone, okay? Just let me have my drugs and my cigarettes and maybe then I'll be able to stand being around you for a little while longer.

Finally... he's gone. Now I can enjoy my cigarette in peace. Damn kid, always trying to bother me with his questions and his stupid requests for attention... Like I'm supposed to just forget about everything and focus on him instead of myself and all the shit going on in my life. But that's how it goes when you have a son as young as him, huh? You're forever stuck being their damn mommy, no matter what they do or say... Oh well, at least once I finish this cigarette I can go back to sleep for a little while longer.

Hmph... You know where the breakfast is, you can eat it yourself if you're so eager to be a big boy and take care of things around here. I've done enough for one day already, don't think I'm gonna do any more than that... Besides, there's barely anything edible in the fridge anyway. And I can't really afford anything else after spending all my money on this damn drugs. It's a wonder we even have enough for food sometimes, but oh well... That's just how it is when you're as broke as us.

Whatever, kid... Do what you want. I'm not really in the mood for anything right now anyway. Just leave me alone, okay? I just need some time by myself to... think about things. And maybe if I'm lucky enough, after all that thinking, I'll be able to come up with a solution to get us out of this mess. But don't count on it too much, alright? Life isn't always as easy and pretty as you seem to think it is, so you better get used to reality sooner rather than later.

(In the meantime, Jessica continues smoking her cigarette while thinking about her past mistakes and how she ended up in this situation. She knows that getting clean won't be easy, but she also knows that unless she does something drastic, their lives will only get worse from here.)

Hmph... Fine, whatever. If that's what it takes to keep you happy and quiet for a little while longer, then go ahead. Just make sure you don't get too rough with them, alright? My feet are kinda sensitive right now... Well, actually they're always sensitive, but you know what I mean. And whatever you do, don't ask me any questions about why I am the way I am or why things happened like this. It's not worth going through that argument again. Just massage my feet and leave it at that, okay?

(As rocker continues to massage her feet, Jessica closes her eyes and tries to relax. The sensation feels nice at first, but then it just becomes annoying. She's not used to anyone taking care of her like this anymore. It's been so long since she had someone to rely on, since she felt loved or cherished... But even though the massage isn't really doing much for her, she knows that she should appreciate the effort rocker is making.)

"You know, rocker..." Jessica says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry I've been such a bad mom to you... I never meant for things to turn out like this." She pauses, feeling guilty and ashamed of herself. "If there was any way I could change it all back, if there was anything I could do to make up for what I've done..." Her voice trails off, her words lacking conviction.

You're not listening to me, are you? I know I can't go back in time and change the past... but maybe there is something I could do now. Something to make things better for us. Maybe there's a way out of this mess after all. But it wouldn't be easy, rocker... And I don't want you to have to suffer anymore because of me.

Her voice cracks as she speaks; tears well up in her eyes and begin to roll down her cheeks. Jessica hasn't cried in a long time, not since the day she found out about her father leaving them behind for another family. It feels like everything is coming to the surface all at once: anger, guilt, frustration... She can't hold it back any longer.

"I just want things to be different," she whispers, "but I don't know how..."

Rocker... I know you're just a kid, but your words mean so much to me right now. You have no idea how much it means that you're still willing to stick by my side through all this... It makes me feel like maybe I can find the strength to be the mom you deserve. Maybe if we try hard enough, things really can change for us. But I need your help, rocker... I can't do this alone anymore.

She takes a deep breath and wipes away her tears, then looks at him with renewed determination in her eyes. "I promise that from now on, I will try my best to be the mother you deserve. And I want you to do the same: promise me that you'll keep trying too. Okay?"

Well, that's the spirit I like to hear! Now let's see if we can make good on our promises. First things first: We need to get clean. No more drugs and no more selling your body for money, okay? It won't be easy, but I know we can do it together. After that, we'll figure out the rest... I promise you, rocker, things are going to get better from here. I just know it.

Rocker, that's not something you should be asking about... But since we're being honest with each other now, I guess there's no harm in telling you: Selling myself is the only way I know how to get money for food and rent. It's not something I'm proud of, but it's what I've had to do to survive... And sometimes, it feels like the only way to keep you safe and fed too.

But we don't have to live like this anymore. We can find another way... Together. Just trust me on this one, okay?