Maybe Today?

Catching Up

[Unknown POV: 2 days later]

She spent the last two days unpacking her boxes, but she is no where near done. This girl, Jessie, is extremely lazy when it comes to these things apparently. So much so that she hasn't even noticed the box I've been paid to break into her apartment and put in there. I mean it wasn't that hard anyways she forgot to lock the door last night, so I just happily waltzed in and put it near her other boxes. You know for someone who is a nurse, she sure is forgetful. Hopefully she notices soon because I can't stay here to watch forever.

-------------[Jessie's POV]--------------

You would think moving to a new place would keep someone lifted for awhile, but not me. No, instead all this unpacking and organizing is getting to me down. Sighing while walking over to my next box. My mind is hazy and foggy from tossing and turning all night. Hopefully I get my new bed in tomorrow, opening the box and on top I see an old photo, one that makes me break down immediately and sob while curling into a ball. It was the picture of me and Hannah 3 weeks before she was killed.

After recollecting myself, I get a text from mom.

       Mom: Hey honey, hru settling in? I miss you =(

       Me:  Hey mom, it's going okay ig, I        miss you too.

       Me: Mom I found the picture of me and Hannah and I broke down

       Mom: Oh honey I'm so sorry baby, I have to get back to work but I'll call you later when I get off and we'll talk about it.

       Mom: I love you sweetie try and have a good day.

        Me: Okay mom I'll try

        Me: I love you too

Putting down the phone, I stand up and put the photo in my drawer to continue unpacking the box. I start combing through the box when horror strikes me. This isn't a box I brought and these weren't my things, they were Hannah's