Broken // Book Two

Chapter One

Chapter One

I'll smile like nothing's wrong.

I'll pretend like everything's alright.

I'll act like everything's perfect.

Even though inside it really hurts.

Zoëy Bruan

It has been a year since, that day. Everynight I lay in bed and think about where we would be if I hadn't been so stupid.

My life now is empty, dark, and sad. Just to name a few. Let's just say I am in a different place, than I was a year ago. Not a better place, but a place that helps with the pain.

As for Justin, he is with Selena again. I am happy for him. I care for him a lot and if he is happy, than I'm happy. He is in a good place. He has been in the public eye lately. He is done with his break and he is back to work.

Nash and I have become distant. We are nothing like how we used to be.

Oh and Madison and I aren't friends anymore. She basically made things worst between me and Justin.

All I have are memories from when I was happy. The only thing that I really enjoy in life now is dance. When I'm dancing I just feel free.

I am currently on my way to the club with my new friend Amy. I meet her while I was on my dance tour and we have become good friends. We even have our own apartment together.

I could hear the booming of the music as I got out the car.

"Name?" the bouncer asked. "Really Paul?" I said laughing. "I'm just kidding, but James is in area 3a." he said opening the door for us.

Amy and I come here on a regular basis, so we know the staff.

"I hope he has some good MJ and ." I said as we walked off the elevator. "I know right. I'm tense."

Finally we made it to the room. The room was dark and was foggy. "Hello Zoëy and Amy. It's a pleasure to see you." James greeted us. James is a friend that Amy introduced me to. "Sup James." Amy said. I just waved.

"So what are you interested in today?" he asked. "We want some good old Mary Jane." Amy spoke as I just sat there looking down at the club. The room we were in had a overview if the club. "How much you want?" he asked.

"We need a half ounce." she said. "Damn girls, today your going hard." he laughed. "I can give you four ounces for $250."

Amy looked at me. "Zoë the money." she put her hand out. I took two $100 bills and a $50 out of my bra, and handed it to her.

"Keisha, get me a 4 ounce half zip of weed." he spoke harshly to her. She looked frighten. I feel bad for the girls that work for him. They are treated poorly.

She came back and put the paper bag on the table. Amy took it up quickly and opened the bag.

"Thanks James, see you later."

We walked out the room and began to walk towards the exit. "Leaving so soon?" Paul asked. "Yeah but we be back soon."

We got in the car and began to drive back to our apartment. We moved here last month after the tour ended. My dad didn't put me out, I wanted to move out and live independently.

"I can't wait to roll a blunt. I have been stressed." Amy smiled.

When we pulled up to the apartment building we basically ran in side.

We sat on the floor in the middle of the living room and quickly took it out the bag.
Amy rolled it and put it up to her lips and lit the paper. "Here." she handed it to me.

I put up to my lips and inhaled. Instantly I began to feel my body relax.

This is the feeling I miss. I miss when I could just be happy. Now I have to just numb the pain and act like I'm happy.

I'm just broken now and I need a certain someone to fix me.