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This is the sequel to "Break Your 'Lil Heart", which can be found on my main page.

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Chapter One - Alex's Point of View

"Goodbye, Alex," he had whispered.

Goodbye.

I drummed my fingers anxiously against the steering wheel as I sat in my driveway, torn between following my heart and following my head. My head insisted that I was merely making something out of nothing, and that it meant nothing that Jack had said "goodbye" instead of "I'll see you later" or something like that. But my heart... my heart was racing with the panic and fear that had entered it since I got into my car and drove away. My heart was screaming, begging for me to go back and make sure he was okay. My heart felt like it was about to jump through my ribcage and strangle me until I agreed to drive back and check on Jack.

My heart won.

In the minutes it had taken me to decide that something was wrong and that I was going to go back, my hands had become sweaty and shaky. I fumbled with keys for a moment before taking a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Each breath felt like wasted time - like each second that Jack wasn't in my sight was another second something could be happening to him. With careful effort I shoved the key into the ignition and backed out of the driveway barely before the engine had come to life.

What if I'm too late, What if I'm too late...

Those words kept circling around in my head like a nightmare stuck on repeat.

I didn't know exactly what it was that I could be late for, but I had a gut feelings that there was something. If I knew Jack at all -and I was willing to bet my life that I did- he hadn't been acting like himself tonight. Something was wrong, and I had to find out whatever it was. And, if I could, fix it. I parked my car in the same place that it had been only a little while ago and ran to the step where I had last seen him. My fist pounded frantically on the door. No answer. Not even a sound. My heart was racing, thumping so loudly that it echoed in my ear like a cannon firing. Thump, thump, thump, thump. I knocked again, but the house remained silent. A sense of dread rushed through me as I burst through the door, and, following some unknown instinct, headed straight for the stairs.

When I saw the bright bathroom light pouring in through his room, dancing off the shattered pieces of mirror on his floor, I knew that something was wrong. And as I slowly stepped past the broken glass and rounded the corner my world seemed to collapse in upon itself. Part of me realized what he had done as soon as I saw him; spread eagle on the bathroom floor, unresponsive, and unmoving. Though, it wasn't the sensible, logical part of me. I fell to my knees at his side, grabbing his hand and shaking it frantically.

It felt cold in my own.

Dead.

"Jack? JACK! Jack, wake up! Jack, please!"

I shook him more fiercely, as if he would just jump up at any moment, smile his cocky smirk, and tell me how bad he tricked me - how stupid I was for believing it all, and that now we needed to go shopping for a new mirror. But he didn't. He just lay there, until I saw the pill bottle. It had rolled slightly away from his limp hand, and even before I had snatched it from the ground, I knew it would be empty. The conformation of my fears hit me like an icy punch to the face. It took my breath away and left me frozen, shock stripping me of my ability to move or even scream. I sat there, mouth hanging open, eyes wide and full of fear. He couldn't be gone, he couldn't. This was Jack who we were talking about. Jack Barakat; my best friend, my bushy-eyebrowed enemy, my partner in crime, my love. He had said forever.

Forever wasn't over yet.

But it will be over if you don't get your ass in gear! My conscious screamed at me.

My limbs seemed to thaw then and I flew into action. At the time, everything seemed to be going in slow motion. I couldn't seem to get to the phone as quickly as I wanted to, or dial 911 as fast as I knew my fingers could. The operator asked too many questions, and each question felt like it took a lifetime to ask. All I could think was how each second could be the second that pushed him over the edge between life and death, and their only priority should be sending an ambulance over immediately.

I remember holding his limp hand until the ambulance arrived and they rushed him to the hospital.

I remember the flashing lights, the blaring sirens, the beeping of the various machines as they tried to find his heartbeat.

I remember being held back by security while I screamed after the stretcher as they carried him away to the back.

The only thing I didn't remember was how long I waited. Each minute felt like an hour, and each hour felt like a year. I'd already paced the entire waiting room more times than I could count, and had cried twice as much as I had paced. It never occurred to me to call Zack and Rian, or if it would have made a difference even if I had. All I could do was think about what would happen if he was gone. Could I bare to live without him? It had crushed me when Rian had left, and he had only quit the band. We still talked, we were still friends. I couldn't even handle the thought of what it would mean if when someone finally came out to talk to me, they would tell me they hadn't been able to revive him...

That Jack was dead.

I choked back a sob, a hiccup of pain escaping my lips. I used the back of my hand to wipe away fresh tears.

How could he do this to me?

How could he just give up like this?

I gasped when the reality of why he had asked me out tonight hit me, the horrible truth burning like an angry fire scorching through my veins. When he had said goodbye, he had meant it. I put my head in my hands and allowed heavy sobs to shake my body. For the first time in years I felt weak and small again, the familiarity of the situation seemed to cut me like a knife, straight to the heart. Was it my fault? Did I do something that made Jack want to do this? Was I not a good enough friend? I should have been there. I should have held his hand, begged him not to do this because I loved him- his family and friends love him. Maybe if I had asked him if something was wrong, then he would have talked to me, and he'd still be here.

It was all my fault.. again.

"Are you here for Mr. Jack Barakat?"

A women in the standard white coat, with a tiny gold name tag labeled 'Dr. Mitchell', was standing just outside the two large double doors that lead to the heart of the hospital where they kept all the patients. I jumped up from my seat, nodding anxiously. "Yes, I'm here for Jack. Is he alright? Where is he? Is he... did you..." I couldn't bring myself to say the words. For some reason, it felt like if I didn't say them, then there was no way they could come true.

She smiled sadly. "Come with me."

A/N: Just like always, I hope you all enjoy the chapter and continue to read and review!

I truly appreciate every, and all the support I receive.

P.S. Merrikat - Since you aren't commenting from a FF account, I can't reply to you directly, but I just wanted to thank you for all of your reviews on all of the chapters. It really honestly drives me to write knowing that what I'm doing is actually worth while for someone else, so there will be no need to protest, Haha. Just keep on giving me such wonderful feedback, and I promise I'll keep on updating. Though, I doubt the boys will ever have read this. But it would be quite interesting!

Especially if they found out who I was in person.. talk about awkward? Haha