A/n: once again: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS THE USE OF HEROIN... so be warned motherfuckers and read on... if you dare... (wow... my language has seriously gotten out of hand... *sigh* just look at what punk rock has done to me...)

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Jimmy's P.O.V:
"W-Will...?" I whispered, my eyes widening in disbelief. "Wh-why are you s-so ol-old...?!"

"What the hell are you talking about Jimmy?" He asked with a confused expression on his face. "I'm the same age I was yesterday."

"N-no y-you're not!" I whispered, feeling scared shitless... how could this be happening?!

I exhaled slightly when I heard Tunny's footsteps making their way to the door. He would know what was going on, he just had to...

But when I saw Tunny poke his head around Will's shoulder, he looked... older as well...

"What the fuck is happening?!" I exclaimed, nervously running my fingers through my hair.

"Seriously Jimmy, you need to calm down man..." Tunny said, putting both his hands on my shoulders. "I think you're having a nervous breakdown man..."

"H-how is this happening?!" I kept repeating those words over and over again. "H-how old are you guys?" I suddenly blurted out. I was dreading the answer.

"32." Will replied calmly.

How could they be 32?! We were all 19!

"I-I'm g-going for a walk." I announced in a shaky voice.

"You want us to come with you man?" Tunny asked, a hint of concern laced in voice.

I shook my head slowly. "Nah I'm all all good." I replied. I didn't want these two to see me like this any longer.

"Ok. Well, see ya later man." Will whispered, before patting my shoulder and walking back inside with Tunny.

"Yeah see ya." I muttered bitterly as I walked down the street.

I was really craving some more drugs right now... only problem was, I didn't have any on me... looks like I was just going to have to be manipulative again and get them from somewhere...

As I was walking I couldn't help taking a few nosey glances at the people around me.

I saw that some of them were holding these small flat things... they looked like screens... most of the people who were holding the small, flat screens, had white wires coming out of the bottom of the screens. These were then attached to their ears. I think the wires were called headphones, but I couldn't remember...

When I finally managed to tear my eyes away from the guy walking next to me, who had been tapping wildly on the screen as if there was no tomorrow, I saw a little way down the street, a dodgy looking man.

As I got closer to him, I saw that he was wearing a dark hoodie, faded, ripped jeans and beat up, black Converse. I couldn't see his face as it was concealed by his hood, but I knew right then and there that if anyone were to have drugs on them in this town, it would be someone like him.

I slowly approached him. "Hey you!" I called out, trying to make myself look intimidating, something I was very good at.

The man turned around, letting me finally catch a good look at his face.

He actually looked pretty normal. There was a slight stubble on his chin, giving off the impression that he hadn't shaved in a couple days. A few strands of dyed blonde hair were sticking out from under his hood and he had bags under his bright blue eyes, one of the many signs that confirmed he was a junkie.

"What d'you want kid?" His voice was low and raspy.

"Got any sedatives on you?" I asked, crossing my arms defensively over my chest.

A smirk played across the stranger's face. "Oh yeah of course." He said with a wicked smile. "What d'you want? I got meth, coke, dope..."

"Got any heroin?"

He smiled devilishly and pulled two syringes out of his pocket. I smiled as I saw they were filled with the death juice that I so desperately craved.

"How much?" I asked, reaching into my pocket.

"Hmm... normally I'd say 50 bucks. But, for a pretty boy like you, I'll make it 25."

I raised an eyebrow before shoving the money into his outstretched hand.

He smirked at me before handing me the syringes and a piece of paper.

"It's got my number on it in case you ever need more, which I'm guessing you probably will."

"Thanks..." I stopped. I didn't know his name...

"I'm Mike." He smirked.

"Jimmy." I returned the gesture by shaking his outstretched hand.

"Well, see ya around Jimmy." He sent me a wink before walking off in the opposite direction, whistling to himself.

I rolled my eyes and shoved my winnings into my pocket. Now I just had to go somewhere where no one would know what I was up to...

It was too far to walk back to my house, and besides, I don't think I could wait that long. My habit needed feeding, and it needed it now.

After walking for a little while, I finally came across a dark alley. Perfect... no one would even think of coming down here...

I slowly made my way into the alley. It was only lit by one flickering streetlight.

Smiling to myself, I sat down on the ground with my back resting against a large dumpster.

The streetlight above my head flickered off, leaving me in complete and total darkness. I didn't mind though, it would make things more interesting...

I slowly pulled one of the syringes out of my pocket, smiling as I could perfectly picture how the needle would be going into my skin in a matter of minutes.

With an evil smirk on my face, I slowly repeated the same thing as I had done the night before.

Once the death juice was coursing through my veins, I slowly got up. I told myself that I would save the other syringe that Mike had given me for another time.

My vision swam and my surroundings blurred dangerously in front of my eyes as I slowly made my way out of the alley. The last thing I saw before once again blacking out was the sight of a figure walking towards me...