a second chance

prologue

jason's pov -

i'm jason, jason roses. i'm in love with my ex, maya owens. she dumped me a few days ago for her dream guy, dylan walker. last night, i overdosed. i didn't tell anyone. i left a note, explaining everything, about how i was so broken over the break up.yeah yeah, probably really stupid reason, to kill myself for. but i couldn't handle it anymore. seeing them together everyday, holding hands, kissing, everything we used to do, all in a span of 5 days. she is my happiness, my reason to live, er, well was my reason to live. i'm dead, kinda. i'm currently in a comatose, at the same hospital i was born in just about 16 years ago on august 31.

its currently september 14. only about 12 days ago, i lost the love of my life to one of the hugest pricks at my high school, dylan walker. but who am i to judge?

anyway, you're probably thinking, what's the point of this? i'm practically dead right now, i lost maya for good, yada yada yada. yes, i know all that stuff. but that's not the point. the point is that i'm going to get her back. i truly believe that maya and i are meant to be. there's no possible way that what we had wasn't real. we had a connection, she knew me without me having to tell her anything. she was special, perfect and just plain out beautiful to me.

still not getting the point? i see. well, i lost the girl i was in love with and i kinda killed myself. why did i do it? i couldn't take it anymore, the pain was too fucking unbearable to deal with anymore. i don't believe she's happy with him. if what we had was real, how could she be fine? i admit, i was in the heat of the moment. but what else do you expect from a suicidal guy who leaned on his girlfriend for a safe place to do after losing his world?

guys like me don't get a second chance.
or do they?