If there's one bright spot in Jessica's dark little life, it's Dale Barbara. So warm, so loving, so alive, he's the one thing that makes her happy to exist. But she can't help but feel like she's disappointed him, and while her drinking has become apparent to her Tributes, she's done her damnedest to keep Barbie from realizing what a messy state she's in. She doesn't want him to worry, doesn't want him to feel like he's done anything wrong. It's not his fault her world is a mess. It's not his fault if he can't save her.

... Though, truth be told, she wants nothing more than to have him do exactly that.

It's unfair though, to expect a knight in shining armor will come to save her from herself. Everything is unfair. Life is unfair. Jessica can tell Barbie's trying so hard, that he loves her so intensely and regardless of her sins, but she just can't seem to love herself. It's such a disaster.

When he shows up at her room one day, she's still in bed, hungover from the night before, unable to prevent him from seeing just how bad her state has become. Her room has been torn apart, empty vodka bottles are tucked into bed beside her. Her diary lies open next to one such bottle, the words, "I hate it, I want to end it, I want my mother, I want to die" clearly visible in Jessica's scratchy handwriting. She doesn't move, just lies there motionless and barely breathing in her stupor, unable to protect herself anymore.

This is it. This is how her world will end.