Jared Winston took in the scene before him, wondering what had become of his life. Was this it? Was this what he'd worked so hard for? In front of him lay a mirror, on it were three lines of cocaine, to the left was a hundred dollar bill that he was going to use to snort the powder up his nose. After he did those three lines, he was going to change. He was going to go to rehab - an overdose would do that to you - it would make you believe it was time for things to change. But first, he had to give into the vice one last time. He had to feel that high, he had to taste the drug deep in his throat. He knew without a doubt if he did any of it again - he would die.
He shut off his phone; it had been ringing consistently every half-hour. The woman he loved was trying to save him. She thought it
