JAYS POV

I pulled into the driveway just as the sun began rising. The car came to a halt. I rested my head aganist the steering wheel. She drives me crazy. Being with her..... It was like nothing had ever changed. I see so much of Seth in her. A pang of guilt hit me as memories of Seth threatened to resurface. I pushed them down and got out of the car.

Blue pushed his snout aganist my hand. I scratched his ear and let him follow me into the house. My home was a small one story town house. Lining the walls were memories of me and my parents, each of us grinning widely, our arms wrapped around each other.

"Jay," My mother snapped me out if my daze. I looked up to see my mom's hair and apron coated in cake flour. She grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into the kitchen. "Sweetie, your dad is going to be home soon for dinner."

She sat me down at the kitchen table and placed watery over-easy eggs in front of me. "He should be here soon," Her far away eyes shimmered with excitement.

My mother rushed back to the stove and began cracking more eggs. Her face flashed many expressions, and her lips moved in a silent conversation.

The docters said her condition was a result of PTSD combined with schizophrenia. It started out slowly, her being parinoid, making us stay in the house, convincing herself that someone was watching her. My father was part of the Air Force and died when I was fifteen. That was the last day my mother lived in present tense.

"Mom," I called out picking up the mail on the way into the house. Blue greeted me, tugging on the cuff of my pants. Grief had consumed me that morning and I had left without a thought about my mother. I turned into the bedroom and there she was, crouched up into taking ball aganist the windowsill. "Their watching me," She hissed, "I feel their stares. THERE INSIDE MY MIND." She screamed the last part at me. "We have to tell your father," I crouched down next to her and helped her off the floor. The pushed me away and regarded me with terrified eyes. All of the sudden her face cleared like sun breaking through the clouds on a rainy day. "Your father will be home for dinner, nothing to worry about," She smiled brightly at me.

I led her back to the table and sat her down. The eggs were burning in the pan. Small ashes had began to form leaving a strong oder behind. I placed a plate of lesser charred eggs in front of her.

"We have to wait..." She protested as I handed her a fork.

"I don't think that dad will mind, he won't be home for a while." She sighed and accepted my excuse. I cleaned up the kitchen, and left her picking apart the scrambled eggs.

My room welcomed me with familiarity, leaving me to question my night. Cleo had so much anger. Everytime I looked at her, I could see the Seth's body lying broken in front of my eyes. But I couldn't deny everything I felt for her. Kissing her was like breathing for the first time. My whole body was on fire, in tune with the fast pace metrenome of her.

"I OWE IT TO HIM," those words had taken the oxygen away from me. I wanted to take the pain away, hell I would do anything to take the pain away. My brain spun with plans to win her back, each more far fetched than the one before. My mind landed in one particular memory......

"You know what I think," She whispered to me one night. I felt her fingers tracing patterns on my back. "I think your the best thing that's ever happened to me." I looked up and saw the vulnerability in her eyes. I smoothed her hair and pressed my lips to her forehead. Cleo snuggled up closer to me.....

In that moment I have never loved her more