Wasted Way (Jared Leto FanFic)

Chapter One

   Keira's P.O.V

   It was supposed to be my night. My night to have everything go my way. My night to actually feel free from the pain he caused me over the past month.

   Boy, was I wrong. I figured since it was my birthday I could actually enjoy a concert with my boyfriend. Enjoy the music, the chants, and most importantly enjoy my birthday in general.

   I didn't want to bring Tanner with me, but he insisted that he wanted to enjoy my birthday with me. I shouldn't of gotten my hopes up. Thinking everything would finally go back to how they were.

   I guess it's my fault for believing we could work things out. I guess it's my fault for being too pale, too skinny, too bitchy, too ugly. It's my fault for everything.

   My mother and father once got me a ATV for my birthday, and I thought it was the best birthday present ever. Up until now. Driving back home from the concert, I decide to put an end to all of the abuse in mine and Tanners relationship.

   I dumped his sorry ass on the side of the road. Yep, best birthday present ever. Driving away from him, I look in the rearview mirror and see his raging figure slowly become smaller.

   I smile in triumph and crank up the music. It feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. No more abuse and no more Tanner.

   Almost to my desired destination, I notice a car up ahead swerving. I slow down and stop on the side of the road with caution. The swerving car was also speeding and it didn't look like they were stopping anytime soon.

   Honking my horn I start to panic. I take off my seat belt to ditch my car, but as I take it off I feel the impact.

Jared's P.O.V

   Ending another tour, means ending another tour with a party. Don't get me wrong I like parties, I just don't like what I do at parties. Let's just say I have a history of ruining them. Ruining them with what used to my best friend. Alcohol. Yeah, I know pretty lame.

   About two years back I went over board. Almost got myself killed with my 'best friend'. Everyone decides that was enough. If I didn't pull myself together the band was going to fall apart. I agreed to the AA meetings and I agreed not to drink again.

   I was doing great up until about an hour ago. The band and I throw nice ass parties. Shannon was off doing his own thing and Tomo was off chatting with his wife. Which left me with half these people I didn't even know.

   All of them were drinking. It reeked of alcohol. I was offered drink after drink. I kept denying drink after drink, until I couldn't anymore.

   One won't hurt, Jared.

   C'mon, Leto! Just one more.

   One more.

   One more.

    One more.

   Shannon saw what I was doing and was livid. Saying that I shouldn't be drinking, because he could already tell where this is going to get me.

   "It's just one drink." I slurred, swaying from side to side. Yeah, deep down I wanted to stop. I just couldn't bring myself to do so.

   "No, one drink was seven other bottles ago." Shannon said, taking the bottle out of my hand and bringing me to a chair to sit on. "Stay here. I'm going to tell everyone bye and we'll go home."

   I didn't want to stay any longer, so I left. I got in my car and started driving. This is exactly what happened two years ago. I know what I'm doing, but I can't stop. My mind says to, but my 'best friend' says to keep going, that everything is going to be fine.

   I start to sing and swerve on the road. Seems fun, but I want to make it even more fun. Pressing down on the accelerator I sing louder.

   I could hear faint honking and decide to speed towards the sound. Getting closer and closer it was too late to stop what I had just started.

   I felt the impact and blacked out.