merryhill nightmare
this is a story I wrote for my creative writing class.. please read
Merryhill Nightmare
“Everyone got twisted up, everyone got behind my back and broke it, cause its my world.” This is a song quote from one of my favorite bands, Cold. Being a teenager growing up in this wretched city, Merryhill, New York, its impossible to find people who wont turn their backs on you, or treat you like trash. This one quote from a measly Cold song basically sums up my most stressful, and last few years at Merryhill High.
Now, before I go any further into my story, you should get to know me a little better. My name is Melissa Spinozi, or Spinach… some call me Meatwad, Druggie, even “Hey You!,” but you can call me Melissa. I attended St. Mary’s Preparatory School for Young Women for a brief time, and then started at Merryhill High in the second semester of my Freshman year… big mistake. I spent these years watching people from far away, dissecting them. I was the strange girl alone in the corner wearing all black, engulfed in a book. I was always the demented girl sitting in the back of the class, scraping DIE into the desk with a nail file.
As for having a strange home life, no sane parents or friends, feeling depressed or alone and being a little rebellious is the average teenager’s behavior right? I agree, but when it gets to a certain point, one must apply certain measures to make the pain go away. I met Chelsey Nelson in my Geometry class Sophomore year, my one friend who didn’t have the intentions of screwing me over, or so I thought. She was like my Siamese twin, attached at the side, we were inseparable. My parents didn’t really give a crap what I did so we went out all the time. Parties, bonfires, alcohol, drugs, typical fun stuff. It made me smile, being around these people made me smile, knowing they were there for the same reason, to just get away and forget it all. Chelsey was the one who introduced me to the magic of getting blown until you pass out, so to speak. Drugs were my climax and falling action during high school. Drugs were all I knew of love. I was seemingly popular amongst my fellow “friends” and when my parents were gone, which was all the time, I had them come over and spend the night. We certainly weren’t up playing Candy Land now were we?
The ignorants go along and tell us “Why don’t you just quit doing drugs?.” People just do not understand. Once you start doing it, you cannot stop. No matter how long you stay off of it, your mind is still addicted to it. You start to live your life around it. “You cant understand a users mind, but try with your books and degrees, if you let yourself go and open your mind, ill bet you’ll be doing like me and it aint so bad.” Yet another song quote, by Alice in Chains this time. Once you try to get help it might be too late.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and before I knew it a year had passed by me like a lightning bolt. I remember sitting in class as the bell was about to ring, which I am rarely ever there to do, and my French teacher Miss Harsche called upon me to stay a little bit after class. I was a bit hesitant at first, so I got up and talked to her for a bit. I could see the concern in her eyes, as she looked at my almost emaciated body. At this point, she opened her heart to me, took me under her wing, and after a couple grueling after class chats, she offered me some help; but at that time I was past the point of no return. I was very grateful that someone was so kind enough to counsel me and try to beat my addictions, even with your so called “friends”, some don’t really want to help you, what they really want to see is your downfall. The years of doing drugs had taken its toll on my body. I learned that even when someone like me seems like they don’t need or want your help, they are dying for it. I learned this as I watched my body being lowered six feet underground.
Merryhill Nightmare
“Everyone got twisted up, everyone got behind my back and broke it, cause its my world.” This is a song quote from one of my favorite bands, Cold. Being a teenager growing up in this wretched city, Merryhill, New York, its impossible to find people who wont turn their backs on you, or treat you like trash. This one quote from a measly Cold song basically sums up my most stressful, and last few years at Merryhill High.
Now, before I go any further into my story, you should get to know me a little better. My name is Melissa Spinozi, or Spinach… some call me Meatwad, Druggie, even “Hey You!,” but you can call me Melissa. I attended St. Mary’s Preparatory School for Young Women for a brief time, and then started at Merryhill High in the second semester of my Freshman year… big mistake. I spent these years watching people from far away, dissecting them. I was the strange girl alone in the corner wearing all black, engulfed in a book. I was always the demented girl sitting in the back of the class, scraping DIE into the desk with a nail file.
As for having a strange home life, no sane parents or friends, feeling depressed or alone and being a little rebellious is the average teenager’s behavior right? I agree, but when it gets to a certain point, one must apply certain measures to make the pain go away. I met Chelsey Nelson in my Geometry class Sophomore year, my one friend who didn’t have the intentions of screwing me over, or so I thought. She was like my Siamese twin, attached at the side, we were inseparable. My parents didn’t really give a crap what I did so we went out all the time. Parties, bonfires, alcohol, drugs, typical fun stuff. It made me smile, being around these people made me smile, knowing they were there for the same reason, to just get away and forget it all. Chelsey was the one who introduced me to the magic of getting blown until you pass out, so to speak. Drugs were my climax and falling action during high school. Drugs were all I knew of love. I was seemingly popular amongst my fellow “friends” and when my parents were gone, which was all the time, I had them come over and spend the night. We certainly weren’t up playing Candy Land now were we?
The ignorants go along and tell us “Why don’t you just quit doing drugs?.” People just do not understand. Once you start doing it, you cannot stop. No matter how long you stay off of it, your mind is still addicted to it. You start to live your life around it. “You cant understand a users mind, but try with your books and degrees, if you let yourself go and open your mind, ill bet you’ll be doing like me and it aint so bad.” Yet another song quote, by Alice in Chains this time. Once you try to get help it might be too late.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and before I knew it a year had passed by me like a lightning bolt. I remember sitting in class as the bell was about to ring, which I am rarely ever there to do, and my French teacher Miss Harsche called upon me to stay a little bit after class. I was a bit hesitant at first, so I got up and talked to her for a bit. I could see the concern in her eyes, as she looked at my almost emaciated body. At this point, she opened her heart to me, took me under her wing, and after a couple grueling after class chats, she offered me some help; but at that time I was past the point of no return. I was very grateful that someone was so kind enough to counsel me and try to beat my addictions, even with your so called “friends”, some don’t really want to help you, what they really want to see is your downfall. The years of doing drugs had taken its toll on my body. I learned that even when someone like me seems like they don’t need or want your help, they are dying for it. I learned this as I watched my body being lowered six feet underground.