"And then what happens?"

She stared into space and spoke in almost a monotone voice. "I tried to dig them out."

Do you have this dream often?" Her therapist asked her and she slowly looked up to meet her eyes. Tears brimming them as sadness claimed her again. She swallowed and looked down at her hands before nodding her silent answer. "It's my fault." She said softly.

Feeling Dr. Campbell's hand on her knee, she looked up at felt the tears roll down her cheeks. "Elena, this is not your fault. Death is something that has to happen for the world to go on. It's a cycle, no one can cheat death. You cannot keep blaming yourself or you won't move on. School will be starting soon, are you excited about that?"

"Matt'll be there."

"That's good. You look forward to it?"

"That's the problem...he'll want to just pick up again like nothing happened. Like I didn't skip the last night I'd have with my parents to go to some stupid bonfire to argue with him." She realized her voice had gotten shaky and higher. "Forget it. Are we done?"

"I suppose if you feel you've talked enough?"

"Yes..I have." She shut herself down again and grabbed her bag before standing. Two weeks ago, her life had forever changed and she was just expected to move on? How could she possibly move on when she lost her parents, her guidance, part of herself?