A Broken Heart Gone Wrong *Book 5 to Second Chances*

Prolouge

It's been weeks since he has seen Star. He drowns the pain with heroin and liquor every night, and cries over her every morning, but people figure the puffy and redness of his eyes was just from the hang over from the night before. He almost never slept, and if he did, it was because he was to drunk or out of it to even keep his eyes open. The people that partied with him thought it was funny, because that happened to them a lot too. However, for Jamie it was every day, but no one knew why he was killing himself that way.

Anyone in their right mind could see that if he had kept it up that he would not be alive much longer, but that is what he wanted. Jamie did not want to live anymore. He just could not find anyone stupid enough to pull the trigger.

After he and Star broke up that night at the concert, he tried to be strong, but depression, guilt, and anger sunk in. Maybe a little to deep, because after that there was not a time of the day the Jamie was sober. If he was not drinking, then there was a needle against his skin. He grew so skinny that all the was literally left of him was bones. His body became so fragile, that everyone was afraid to just bump into him from the fear they would cause him to finally kill over. His eyes were almost nonexistent because they were sunken into his skull so deep.

Jamie's days were ticking by, and he knew what he had to do just before he left this world. He refused to check out alone.