watch as you twitch&break into a thouand pieces

[jason adam levito]

In seven weeks, he’d gotten nothing, not a single word or a change of heart or even one fucking phone call. He wondered if Amber knew. He wondered if he was going to recover, at this point he didn’t know. Parts of him screamed that no, he would never recover; he would be wounded and beaten for the rest of his miserable life. Then small, almost completely invisible and inaudible parts of him told him that yes, he could make it. He could come out of this six foot deep hole he’d dug for himself. He could go back to life if he willed it. A scoff fell from the singers pink lips as he clutched the bottle of cheap whiskey tighter in his right hand and brought it to his mouth. The liquid washed down his throat, burning its way down to his stomach.

Amber’s fourth birthday had been last week, last Thursday. He wanted to call, but he knew he couldn’t, because he knew that Ainsley was waited for the 31 days of freedom he had left to be up. In thirty one days, he had to belong to complete government control. Everything that he was now, it wasn’t supposed to be his anymore, it was uncle Sam’s now.. He could have surrendered himself whenever he wanted; he just hoped that maybe if he waited the eighty days he had that his lawyers could find a way to make it better. Take a year off the sentence; let him see Amber one last time. When he would come out, she’d be nine years old and he’d have lost five years with her. Not to mention it didn’t look likely that after five years of imprisonment he would be allowed back either. Five years, some people said it wasn’t that long, but it was long, five years of time was a long time. Things changed fast in this world, and Jason knew that, in five years, everything he had now would be someone else’s. And he knew that didn’t just mean his house would be someone else’s. His career, his life, his girl, his daughter, his ‘friends’; all of it wouldn’t be his anymore.

The sky was grey outside and Jason didn’t mind it being that way, in fact he liked it more when it was dreary outside. His skin was pale white, almost glowing against the dark brown leather of his couch where he sat slumped with one foot on the corner of the coffee table in front of the couch, one on the ground. He sighed deeply and let the bottle hang from his hand limply, it was almost empty, and he didn’t need to look at it to know that. He could tell by the light weight of it that it had to be close to empty, and by the way it took just a few half seconds longer to get the liquid to his forever parched throat. He let the bottle swing gently with his hand; the quiet whooshing noise from inside the bottle was the only sound in the house. Well there was the endless droning of the man speaking on the television, but Jason stopped listening to it. Hell, he even stopped reading what was on the television too; most of the time it made him hate himself some more. He didn’t think it was possible.

It was in moments like these that he was glad he hadn’t asked Cammie to move in with him, he wanted to, but he knew with women they liked to take things slow. He was glad for that now because on days that he couldn’t pull himself together at all he didn’t want someone to be around him, trying to be there for him, trying to lighten his load or some shit like that. Sometimes he needed to solitude that the walls of this brick house gave to him. It at least kept him on some level of sanity. He didn’t know if it had been seconds, minutes or hours before the bottle dropped empty to the floor and the glass cracked and the sound went thundering through his ears. He stood up and kicked the bottle over, harder than he meant to at first. The bottle flew from where it had been and broke against the wall, shattering into a million tiny pieces.

He stood up from off the couch, and meandered forward down the large hall on the first story of his house. He used his left hand as a sort of brace against the wall as he pushed himself forward, his eyes landing on a cracked door on the right side of the hall. He opened the door and stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. His eyes were a cold pale and almost lifeless shade of blue as he scanned the room. Looking from one thing to another, he looked at the bed in the room and sighed. It wasn’t made and the blanket hung halfway on the bed and half way off and the pillows were pushed against the bed frame. It wasn’t the fact that the bed wasn’t made that bothered him, no that never would have bothered him, it was the fact that that bed belonged to a certain little girl that would never sleep in it again.

He didn’t ever go into the room, but he stood in the doorway, since she had last been here he didn’t step foot into the door. It must have been five, maybe six months since she’d been there. He was sure that there was dust collecting all over the room; he didn’t care, because everything in there was just as she left it. He was sure her scent was on the blankets, the pillows, the toys and everything in that room; he didn’t want to lose it. He stepped away from the room pulling the door back with him, closing it this time instead of leaving it cracked. He turned his body and his feet felt heavy underneath him as he walked back towards the living room, where the sound of the television droned on and on.

He hummed softly; his lips pressed together tightly as he rounded the corner into the living room and continued walking into it. Grabbing an acoustic guitar that lay on the love seat, he held it by the neck and as he picked it up the strings sounded gently and quietly. He didn’t stop walking but left the television on in the living room, he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and set on unlit between his lips. He walked out through the garage, the door left open as he left the house. He walked into the backyard, his body feeling heavy as he dragged himself closer towards the woods. He walked slower than he usually would have, and it took him probably three times as long as it usually did for him to get to where he wanted to be. He noticed that the grey skies were no longer looming alone, but a drizzled rain fell along with them making the already frozen wind that whipped around him even colder, even with the additive of little things of rain that felt like small icicles.

The sound of his shoes on the wood of the dock where the cold wintry lake water was below him was a soft patting. He walked along the length of the dock and stood on the small spot where it opened up for a rowboat to be placed there and easier to be reached from the water. He looked out at the water; it was a dark color, almost black underneath the grey skies. He sat down and sat the guitar on his knee, tuning it by ear. He loved this guitar; it was his favorite acoustic guitar. He had many, but this one was one of the first he’d ever bought with his own money. This was the guitar that he had taken to New York City when he was fifteen and he, Shannon Tomo and Tim wanted to try to make it big. This guitar was the same one that got them cash when he’d sit on the road playing for the people that went by.

At first he couldn’t even bring himself to do what he needed to do the most, play music, because that was his fix. It put him back together, when he was falling apart, that was what he did, he’d play and somehow he would be presentable. He would be some kind of alive and that was what mattered. As long as he was presentable, as long as he could keep himself breathing wasn’t that all that mattered? He tried, with everything in him to play something, but for some reason his hands would not respond accordingly to his mind. Then it came to him and he could control his body again. He played difficult things like they were the easiest part of playing guitar; he played like it was second nature. He closed his eyes and just let the music do the talking, the breathing, the thinking and the looking for him.

“So let’s face it… this was never what you wanted…” His voice was soft as it could have been, almost broken. His voice sounded like he hadn’t spoken much in the past few days, which was true because he really hadn’t. He wasn’t answering phone calls, but responding with text messages. But people figured he wanted to be alone now a days, when he would ignore calls and text someone he was busy. What the hell could he have been busy doing now? “But I know its fun to pretend….” Had anyone other than himself been here, maybe it would have saddened them to hear the difference in his voice. The sadness, even in his daily speech it was overwhelmingly evident. His life had been changed and that changed everything about him… all the way down to the sound of his voice.

“Now blank stares and empty threats are all I have…” The sound of hate, pain and even tears was destructive to the soft, almost whisper that his voice had become. He closed his eyes and his voice broke through again. “They’re all…I…have…” He let his head hang, eyes closed as his hands did all the work, playing the guitar skillfully and easily. He had barely even noticed the drizzling rain that had started when he came out here had turned into a full on soft sprinkle. His skin was colder as the wintry rain fell from the grey sky; he figured it was close to the high thirties or low forties outside. It didn’t bother him, he felt close enough to dead already to feel the freezing temperature outside or even of his skin.

The sound of the cell phone buzzing on the wood forced his cold, icy eyes to open suddenly. He looked at the phone and let his hand drop from the tabs of the guitar and he sighed, looking at his phone. He grabbed it, holding it in his hand the name of the caller burning into his retina. “Shannon Savage.” He let it ring until it stopped and he knew that his voicemail was playing. Then less than twenty seconds after it stopped, the phone started buzzing again. “Jesus, fuck!” Jason snarled throwing with phone at the lake, listening to the sound that it made as it hit the surface. It was like a cracking sound that echoed almost like a cackle through the surface of the lake and the dock.

He could barely see the phone as it started to sink into the blackness of the water but it was quickly on the surface again and the singer sighed. His clothes began to cling desperately to his skin as if the clothing was looking from warmth. Jason climbed to his feet, his eyes fixed on the red blackberry that now was floating at the surface of the black lake. He leaned against the railing of the dock, though he was always conscious of the opening.

He wondered what it would be like, to jump into the lake at that moment. He wondered if he started swimming down what would kill him first, suffocation or hypothermia. Then in a split second he decided he would try it and he pulled himself onto the railing, standing three feet higher than he was on the dock and he looked down at the water. The fat drops of rain leaving tiny ripples in the otherwise perfect and endless sea of black.

His body soared for only a few seconds as he jumped off of the dock, hands in front of him as he dove into the water. He didn’t even bother to brace himself with how the frozen water temperature would immediately affect him. As soon as his finger tips hit the water he already could feel the way it froze him over completely. He could have gasped at the temperature had his whole body not been submerged in the water so quickly. He opened his eyes within a few moments and began to swim down, the pressure building on his ears, and his skin crawling as his descend got faster. The temperature dropped the further away he got to the surface. His heart beat was pounding loudly like an erratic drum in his head. His pulse throbbing in his skull.

His thoughts were murky the further he got down, his vision blurry. He didn’t know if that was because he was in the lake or if it was because of the cold and the lack of oxygen. It was becoming more and more difficult to pull his body down as the temperature started to drop further and further. The thought then occurred to him of how deep this goddamn lake was. For a moment, his body shuddered with the wave of desire and need for air. His lungs were practically on fire with how badly he needed to breathe. He stopped pulling himself further down and turned his body towards the surface and then things hit him like a tidal wave.

He didn’t want to die. The thought hit him harder than an eighteen wheeler could have; only this thought couldn’t crush every bone in his body. It just woke him up, rudely and sharply, but it woke him up. Demanding he pull himself to the surface as quickly as he possibly could. Demanding that he get out of this water before it killed him just as quickly as the suffocation from drowning could. He raced to the surface and the moment he could feel air a gasp ripped through his lips, his chest heaving as he tried to breathe and keep himself above the surface. Even though there were no waves, the water lapped against him, making it hard for him to breathe. It was making it difficult for the air to get into his lungs without the water following it down immediately.

He wished now, that he wasn’t alone anymore, because if he wasn’t alone he could scream out for help but if he did now the cry would fall silent in the fifty three acres of land he owned. No one would hear him; he was too far from any neighbors and anyone at all to be heard. Now, when he finally was going to get the thing that he had wanted for some many years, he no longer wanted it. He thought about the things that mattered to him, he thought about Shannon, Tomo, Tim, Amber, Cammie, Madden, Veet, even Jewels and fuck he thought about his goddamn mother. He didn’t want to die. It would take years, or maybe it would never happen but he could put his life together.

He just needed to live, and now, with the frozen water depleting all of his strength and the burning and ripping pain from the lack of oxygen wasting away his energy he knew he wouldn’t. He wasn’t going to live, because he couldn’t even fight through this wave less water to get back to the dock. To at least grab onto it and maybe be able to find the strength to pull himself out of the water, or use it as a way to hold his head above water while he go to the shore. It wouldn’t happen… he knew that, he couldn’t get back there, but for some reason he couldn’t stop hoping that he would be lucky. These sad stories, they didn’t happen in reality, and when they did… they happened to other people.

Jason struggled to hold his head above water, trying to his arms and legs together to tread water but the temperature wore away his strength. His lips were a pale white almost even blue as they sank below the surface. Icy wide cold blue eyes staring in front of him at a figure he knew wasn’t there on the dock. The image of a little girl, and he watched her as he was submerged in the water. Simply out of panic he tried to breathe before he was fully under the water and his lungs were filled with the frozen liquid and he felt every inch of his body scream and burn. Finally, when he didn’t want to die it was happening. He was dying and it was so slowly, too slow. Everything he ever wanted, everything he loved, his whole life passed in front of his closed eyes. He had imagined it would have been like it was in the movies, quickly; but no, it was slower than anything.

He felt like his body was being pulled apart because of the way it burned and screamed for oxygen. His head was to heavy for his neck to support and hell, he was in the water, he didn’t have to support any part of his body. He opened his eyes, slowly, difficultly and stared at the surface that drifted further and further away from him. The further the surface got away from him, the further away he got from every waking up again. Making it all the most impossible that he would ever open those icy eyes again. Making that stare dead to the world, even in a photograph that captured it in time, because as long as he wanted to live; that stare couldn’t be severe. He didn’t want to die… he didn’t want to die… he didn’t want to die…

[jewels rayne haden]

Jason was hurting. Shannon knew that better than anybody, probably. Definitely more than all of Jason's friends and most likely more than his mother. Shannon and Jason had been around each other for years, though it always seemed like longer. Most people spend life times getting to know their friends, but Shannon understood Jason instantly. Well, whatever Jason wanted him to understand at least. The two had been inseparable for many many years, they were like brothers. They were brothers, in heart anyways. Shannon had no answer for why Jason was ignoring him. He could, in fact, understand why he had been ignoring other people, but not him. Had Jason not loved him as Shannon loved him?

The male couldn't be sure. With Jason, there was no telling what was going on in that head of his. Unfortunately, especially since the hearing. Shannon had been there, for support and a testimony. The judge had, of course, listened to his words; it hadn't changed his decision though. Shannon knew, somewhere in the back of his head, that the judge wouldn't have changed his mind even if Jesus came down himself and blessed Jason. There was no stopping it. Jason had finally gotten what everyone -minus a select few- thought he deserved. But no, Shannon knew that he deserved to see his daughter, he deserved a chance to get back on with his life. To make things right. Shannon had been there, he'd been helping him. Just like years before Amber, but that didn't change anything. Shannon wasn't sure if anything good would come of it now.

Jason had made sure he was on the road to recovery, he'd been doing very well; in Shannon's eyes, at least. He'd seen Jason go through a hell of a lot more, but to Jason Amber was everything. That was something Shannon understood. When Amber was born, Shannon was the first he'd told, or at least he figured. Jason had been happy then, whenever he got her anyways. Amber was his soul, his life. Even though he wasn't deemed a fit father, he loved that little girl with his whole heart. He'd probably have dropped dead if it was what she wanted, though of course she didn't. Shannon knew that Amber loved her father, even though she'd seen him at his worst. No child should ever have to go through that, but Amber did and she'd always been strong about it. She was, after all, Jason Levito's daughter.

After the hearing Shannon basically say his friend, his practically dead friend being escorted out of the court house. The skeletal male everybody knew, the front man of Autumn Falls, the Jason Levito had died in that court. Shannon saw it instantly as soon as the male's face had been turned to the crowd. The judge hadn't even been decent enough to grant him a closed court, which was a very dick-ish move to Shannon. When he saw his friend, he honestly felt a part of him break, after all, Jason was as much a part of his life as his heart was. Basically, if anything happened to Jason and he finally offed himself, Shannon was sure to be right behind him after the funeral. There was no telling what Jason would do, though, his face was blank as he was taken from the court. As if there was nothing left of him after the court seized rights to his daughter.

Shannon had tried to call Jason everyday since the hearing, and never talked to him. Though, if you could call a quick texting session talking he'd be wrong. Jason kept telling him that he was busy, that he couldn't talk.. What Shannon really saw was that Jason didn't want anybody around, that he was downing bottle after bottle, trying to drown himself in the liquor. Shannon knew that Jason could. Which was why he decided to take a trip to Jason's place. If he couldn't talk to his friend over the phone then he'd catch him at home. That's where Jason always was when he wanted to be alone. Of course he was alone up there. With that huge house to himself along with the fifty some odd acres of land that he owned, it was a miracle that he hadn't gone crazy. But Shannon knew Jason needed solitude. Unfortunately Shannon couldn't grant him solitude, he didn't trust him. The two had come very close to the reaper too many times to count. Shannon couldn't have that.

The male hadn't gotten really worried until after he'd started asking around Jason's usual hang outs. After all his friends had said they hadn't heard from him in a long while Shannon started to get suspicious. If he was ignoring everybody, and just texting instead of answering a single call then there was something going on in his head.. Whether he knew it or not didn't matter. Shannon began calling Jason at regular intervals since he'd talked to his best friend's buddies. Three times a day was the minimum, now anyways. He thought that if he bugged him enough that Jason would cave. Unfortunately it was quite the opposite. Jason stopped texting him, and started to completely ignore him.

So here he was, driving in his Jimmy on his way to Jason's estate. Two days prior to Shannon's last minute decision to drive up there Jason had completely cut everyone off. It had to have been the thrid time he'd called Jason, he got the answering machine so he'd tried again. That next time the robotic operator answered to let him know that the cellphone had been disconnected or something. Obviously Jason decided that he hadn't needed to phone anymore, and took it upon himself to destroy it one way or another. That worried Shannon the most. Jason always had his phone, it was his connection to the world no matter what kind of mood he was in. There was only one reason Shannon could think of that Jason would destroy his phone for.. But he couldn't think of it. No. That was out of the question.

Shannon wouldn't allow himself to think like that. Because he knew Jason couldn't be thinking that. Not with things the way they are. Of course, he'd want to try like any other time in his life, but back then he didn't have Amber. Back then he certainly had really nothing but the fame to live for. Maybe, though, that was just it. Maybe he wanted to save her from himself..... "Fuck. Stop it!" Shannon scolded himself as his hand hammered onto the steering wheel. The male stopped the thoughts instantly. He couldn't jump to conclusions, no matter how well he knew Jason. But, it wasn't easy. Shannon was the kind of guy to jump to conclusions, to worry when he didn't have to, and to think the worst of every situation before finding out the truth. Jason had always told him that was his one weakness; and he'd been right.

The male turned the steering wheel to the left, taking the all too familiar road that lead to Jason's mansion. Shannon never understood how he could live up there all by himself. It never occurred to him that Jason actually liked it, it was just odd to Shannon. Solitude had never been his thing, that was Jason's specialty. Shannon never understood that aspect of Jason, though he tried as hard as he could. Jason's drive came into view and Shannon turned onto it, gently winding the Jimmy over it. Out here, Shannon didn't have to worry about speed limits; like he did anywhere though.

As soon as he was at the gate, Shannon jumped out and held the small intercom button before he began speaking into the speaker beside it. "Jason! Open up man." He waited for the familiar voice of Jason to come back at him through the same speaker. At least, if he had, Shannon would've been able to relax slightly. After a few moments of standing, waiting and receiving no reply Shannon got a little irked and walked to the gate. He noticed a small security camera on top of one of the pillars and waved at it. He knew that it'd do no good. If Jason hadn't answered the intercom, he wouldn't be watching the camera. The male stood in front of the gate, his arms crossed, just staring up to the house through the bars. He began chewing his lip quite roughly until he came to his decision.

With a quick look back to his running truck the male began climbing the thankfully, sort of, short gate. As soon as he was over the other side he began running up to the house. The drive way was about a two minute drive, which made it about ten to fifteen minutes to walk so Shannon figured he could make record time while running. The male had never, really, been all that athletic but he wasn't out of breath by the time he reached the front door. It was unlocked, so he let himself in. Of course, if it hadn't been unlocked the male would've simply kicked it in. There was no need for that, though. "Jason!" Shannon called out to the empty house, the only noise around was the T.V. Jason had to be around, he just had to. There was no answer.

Shannon moved all around the living room and through the first floor. He continued to call out to Jason, never gaining a response. It took maybe five minutes for Shannon to search the entire house for Jason, to no avail. Though, when he came back to the first level of the house he noticed the garage door open, leading outside. He'd wondered why it'd felt a bit chilly down there, though never clued in. "Jason?" He knew, now, that it was pointless to call out for his friend as he stood at the back of the estate. Shannon couldn't help but feel the need to search the entire acreage, though he knew he didn't have to.

He knew exactly where Jason was; the dock. Shannon hadn't been out of breath from running from the gate to the house, but he knew -almost as soon as he started off in the direction of the lake- that he would be this time. When it started to rain on Shannon, he didn't even notice, he kept his head down and just ran. Jason spent most of his time at the dock, it was -probably- his favorite place on his land. Shannon knew if Jason was anywhere it was there; he just hoped that it wasn't how he pictured Jason there.

Shannon got there -of course- in record time; adrenalin does that to some people. He was right, also, that he'd be out of breath when he got there. As soon as the male heard the wood of the dock creaking under his feet he stopped, bent double and breathed a couple of deep breaths. "Jason..." His heart was beating erratically, and he tried hard to stop it. Shannon didn't look up, at first, though he tried to. Soon, though, when his heart was somewhat functioning the way it was supposed to he looked up and saw nothing. Nothing except Jason's guitar. He narrowed his eyes on the wooden instrument and cursed it.

Jason really had to be around. He wouldn't have left his favourite guitar, his oldest guitar, laying around out in the open like that. Jason had a better sense of responsibility, after all it was still around, right? But where was Jason? Swimming? Shannon didn't believe his own head. He figured that he was just throwing stuff out so he wouldn't have to focus on the floating object a little ways out. "Jason?" He called again as his eyes finally grasped the object was the size of a human, the size of Jason. Without thinking, Shannon grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed "911" and pushed talk. He didn't need to tell them anything, they'd just trace the call and come. He knew from personal experiences.

The male didn't care about kicking off his shoes or removing his rather expensive jacket, he simply dove into the chilling water. Maybe he was just swimming, Shannon tried to believe his words. And if he thought he was out of breath from running to the dock from the house, he definitely got a shock. As soon as the ice water touched him he was basically frozen, but he swam to his friend. No, he swam to the body, it wasn't Jason, it couldn't be.. He didn't bother to look at the body he grabbed as he began towing it back to shore. His energy was being drained from him, he knew, but that didn't stop anything. No. It never did.

They'd made it to shore, him and the body. Shannon dragged the body onto land and collapsed beside it, his head turned away. He couldn't look just yet. He already knew that it was Jason, he just didn't want to make it real. Nothing was real until he saw it, that was what he believed. But he had to look, he needed to be sure. He couldn't just lay and not look, that was just.. not Shannon. Slowly, but surely, Shannon turned his soaked head to face the body next to him. It was Jason alright. A very cold, very blue Jason. But it was Jason nonetheless.

At first Shannon felt nothing, he couldn't. The water had made sure of that. As he sat there, waiting for his friend to wake up, he began to defrost. At first he just started shivering, he figured it was from the cold, soaked clothing he wore. Though, after a while, tears began to stream down his face silently and then he knew it wasn't the cold. He was alone now, Jason wasn't going to wake up. Not this time. The male's face found his hands and he sobbed for what felt like hours. "What the fuck, Jason!" Shannon screamed at his friend.. His dead friend. Shannon looked at him, turned Jason's face to look into his eyes. He was angry now. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" Shanon screamed at him. It was the only thing he could do. There was nothing else.

It hadn't taken long for the "911" operator to trace the call and send over damn near everybody they had. Shannon was still screaming at the bloated corpse when they'd arrived. Paramedics had wrapped him in a few blankets and slowly pulled him away from the body. At first, Shannon didn't want to go, he wanted to yell at Jason more, he needed to yell at Jason more. It was the only way that Jason would know what he did to him, to the world.. To his daughter. If they'd have let him, Shannon probably would've hit him a few times. But they didn't, he was escorted to one of the ambulances on scene, strapped to the stretcher and hauled away in the back. There was nothing he could do now, nothing he could say. Jason was gone, but he still couldn't believe it totally. The last thing he saw before the vehicle pulled away was a coroner pulling the zipper closed on the body bag. It was at that moment he hoped they wrote "Jack Ass" on his toe tag.

[jason adam levito]

“Early this afternoon Autumn Falls drummer Shannon Savage made a gruesome discovery. The body of Jason Levito was discovered in his California home. There are very little details and the coroner hasn’t released very much information, however the cause of death has been assumed to be drowning. Jason Levito was twenty five years old; he had a four year old daughter and led a very successful music career. He will be missed dearly not only by fans but in the music world. Our condolences are with his family and friends in this difficult time.”
-Allison with TMZ News


“Twenty five year old Jason Levito was found dead in his home this afternoon. His body was discovered by his close friend and band mate, Shannon Savage. Since an arrest in April Jason Levito has been reportedly very depressed, he lost custody of his daughter just two months before his death. The coroner has released the cause of death to be suffocation by drowning. Our condolences are with his family and friends in this time of tragedy.”
-Vanessa with MTV News

“Hollywood’s most recent and favorite bad boy, Jason Levito was found dead in his California home last week. Close friend and band bate Shannon Savage made the call to the paramedics within moments of discovering the body. Levito had gone ‘missing’ amongst his friends more than forty eight hours before the discovery of his death. Since the custody battle for his four year old daughter was closed with the parting words not in his favor, many friends and strangers alike have feared for the singer’s health and well being.

His death has been ruled as a suicide for the time being; however some are claiming that it was an accident. Saying that he would never have brought his guitar out with him had he had the intentions to take his own life. Levito’s body was found in the private lake on his land, according to the autopsy he was dead at least forty eight hours before his body was found.

The black haired blue eyed man made his first appearance at the age of fifteen years old, the British singer took the hearts of teenage girls around America quickly and within the first two years of Autumn Falls’ career the front man Jason Levito was a global heartthrob. When he was eighteen years old the singer had announced he and his longtime girlfriend Janell Stone had broken of their engagement. However it wasn’t long before the singer was rumored to be off the market again. During his lifetime he had been linked to many starlets thought none were ever officially confirmed.

When he was twenty one years old the singer married then eighteen year old Casey Evans, and four months later became a father. His daughter was born to ex-girlfriend Ainsley Williams and was the only child Jason Levito ever had despite many other rumors. The couple named their child, Amber Lynne Levito, and from the moment it became clear Levito was a father it was easy to see how much he loved her.

Because of his battle against drugs Jason faced many times where he nearly lost custody of the young girl but it wasn’t until a few months ago that the threat became a reality. In mid-April a judge sentenced that Jason would lose all of his parental and visitation rights as well as giving the singer a five year prison term. Levito was escorted from the courtroom by many body guards, hand in hand with girlfriend Cammie Price as he was led to his car.

There were few other public appearances of the singer since that court date and the time of his death, but more information is being told about what happened behind closed doors during those final months. Close sources reported that Levito didn’t answer many phone calls and that he spent most of his time alone in his home. He had gone out and tried to resume his life as best as he could some nights, but found it hard to do so without getting stoned. In the comfort of his home he would drink himself into a stupor, tattles a close friend. Jason had been seeing a therapist for years and after the court date he stopped, and this should have sent immediate red flag for family and friends.

Jason Levito not only leaves behind a daughter, but many close friends and a new girlfriend to mourn him. He leaves behind a legacy that is hard to match and leaves an even greater story of triumph, although this particular story does not have a happy ending. The greatest of condolences are extended to his family and friends in this time of tragedy. May Jason Levito find peace at last.”-New York Post