The Drug in Me is You - Chapter 1
Sally, a not so average teenager begins to attend NA meetings to better herself in the hopes that the boy she loves will some day love her back.
Chapter 1: 'Hi, My Name Is...'
"Hi, my name is Sally." The monotone responses of 'hello, Sally' came from those who sat in the audience. Sally gave a small smile. Her fidgeting hands showed her nervousness.
"Uhm," she hesitated, carefully choosing her next words carefully; for once, trying to make a good first impression. It wasn't easy, half of them were picking at their finger nails, playing with their hair, or simply staring at the ground. "Uhm, I'm an addict... obviously." A nervous giggle escaped her lips.
"I'm 17 and I live here in sunny Sacramento. I've done every drug in the book." A few heads snapped up, locking their eyes on the scrawny teenager before them; questioning if the statement she just made was true or not. "If you can name it, I can guarantee I've done it. What you all have come here for, I've done at least five times. Sally ran her hand up and down her right arm, shifting the long-sleeved shirt she was wearing to cover all the scars she was so ashamed to show.
"Uh, I guess you could say I'm the high school bad girl. Outside school anyway. I've always gotten good grades. Before I came here, I was taking three college level classes and passing them all with an A. Aside from the few good things, I've also been pregnant three times. Obviously never kept any of them," she paused for a breath. "Sometimes wish I would have. But you think I would've learned after the first time. Yeah, I didn't." She gave a small laugh. She turned to the therapist sitting to her right.
"Is there anything else you want me to say?" Sally asked.
"How about a bit of your background with drugs." The therapist recommended.
"Ah, okay. Well, I was about 12 or 13 when I smoked weed for the first time. I found my older sister, 17 at the time, passing a joint with a few friends. So, I joined the circle just to see what it was like. I took a few hits and was too high to determine how I felt about it. And a few weeks later, I did it again and again and so on, so forth.
"Once I hit high school, I was at every party. I even threw some of the best. I was friends with the kind of people who provided literally everything if I could find us a place to party. One friend would bring fresh shrooms from her dealer, another would bring enough crack for a few of us from hers. We actually got quite a bit of heroin and meth once, and ended up doing it all in one night. Sometimes, my friends and I would get so high, we'd all just sit there and look at each other. So completely gone, we didn't even have a conscious thought to take the needles out of our arms. We also got some meditation at one point. Some of the scariest stuff I've ever done. I seriously felt like I was going to die." Sally paused and figured her good impression had long since evaporated. So much for that, she thought.
"I just got addicted. I did it for fun at first. I thought that I couldn't have fun without getting high. I used everything as an excuse to get high. And now that I think back at it, I can't help but notice how stupid I was. I could've died. I think I almost did once or twice, and I don't think I would have been as fortunate as Nikki Sixx.
"Something scary happens and my friends run away, too afraid to take care of things themselves." Again, Sally rubbed her arm, scratching were the scars itched. A burning reminder of her mistakes. She thought for a moment for continuing.
"I guess that's all I have to say." Generic applause sounded as she finished. The therapist, Dr. Ginger, stood.
"Does anyone have any questions for Sally?" Dr. Ginger asked. A shy hand raised in the back of the audience.
"Did you come here on your own accord?" A boy a few years older than Sally asked.
"Uhm, yes and no." Sally smiled with a far off look on her face, as if reminiscing. "I met this boy a few months ago and he's really special to me. Downside is, he's completely clean. A dirty thought has never crossed that boy's mind and I feel as if I'm not nearly good enough for him. I want to better myself so that may be I could be good enough for him. A cliché reason, but the truth nonetheless." Sally gave a small smile and sat down quickly. "Thanks for listening." She murmured, blushing.
"Thank you, Sally." Dr. Ginger said. "Adam, would you care to go next?" The boy who asked the question stood and sauntered to the front.
"Sure..." The boy, Adam, whispered reluctantly.
"Hi, my name is Sally." The monotone responses of 'hello, Sally' came from those who sat in the audience. Sally gave a small smile. Her fidgeting hands showed her nervousness.
"Uhm," she hesitated, carefully choosing her next words carefully; for once, trying to make a good first impression. It wasn't easy, half of them were picking at their finger nails, playing with their hair, or simply staring at the ground. "Uhm, I'm an addict... obviously." A nervous giggle escaped her lips.
"I'm 17 and I live here in sunny Sacramento. I've done every drug in the book." A few heads snapped up, locking their eyes on the scrawny teenager before them; questioning if the statement she just made was true or not. "If you can name it, I can guarantee I've done it. What you all have come here for, I've done at least five times. Sally ran her hand up and down her right arm, shifting the long-sleeved shirt she was wearing to cover all the scars she was so ashamed to show.
"Uh, I guess you could say I'm the high school bad girl. Outside school anyway. I've always gotten good grades. Before I came here, I was taking three college level classes and passing them all with an A. Aside from the few good things, I've also been pregnant three times. Obviously never kept any of them," she paused for a breath. "Sometimes wish I would have. But you think I would've learned after the first time. Yeah, I didn't." She gave a small laugh. She turned to the therapist sitting to her right.
"Is there anything else you want me to say?" Sally asked.
"How about a bit of your background with drugs." The therapist recommended.
"Ah, okay. Well, I was about 12 or 13 when I smoked weed for the first time. I found my older sister, 17 at the time, passing a joint with a few friends. So, I joined the circle just to see what it was like. I took a few hits and was too high to determine how I felt about it. And a few weeks later, I did it again and again and so on, so forth.
"Once I hit high school, I was at every party. I even threw some of the best. I was friends with the kind of people who provided literally everything if I could find us a place to party. One friend would bring fresh shrooms from her dealer, another would bring enough crack for a few of us from hers. We actually got quite a bit of heroin and meth once, and ended up doing it all in one night. Sometimes, my friends and I would get so high, we'd all just sit there and look at each other. So completely gone, we didn't even have a conscious thought to take the needles out of our arms. We also got some meditation at one point. Some of the scariest stuff I've ever done. I seriously felt like I was going to die." Sally paused and figured her good impression had long since evaporated. So much for that, she thought.
"I just got addicted. I did it for fun at first. I thought that I couldn't have fun without getting high. I used everything as an excuse to get high. And now that I think back at it, I can't help but notice how stupid I was. I could've died. I think I almost did once or twice, and I don't think I would have been as fortunate as Nikki Sixx.
"Something scary happens and my friends run away, too afraid to take care of things themselves." Again, Sally rubbed her arm, scratching were the scars itched. A burning reminder of her mistakes. She thought for a moment for continuing.
"I guess that's all I have to say." Generic applause sounded as she finished. The therapist, Dr. Ginger, stood.
"Does anyone have any questions for Sally?" Dr. Ginger asked. A shy hand raised in the back of the audience.
"Did you come here on your own accord?" A boy a few years older than Sally asked.
"Uhm, yes and no." Sally smiled with a far off look on her face, as if reminiscing. "I met this boy a few months ago and he's really special to me. Downside is, he's completely clean. A dirty thought has never crossed that boy's mind and I feel as if I'm not nearly good enough for him. I want to better myself so that may be I could be good enough for him. A cliché reason, but the truth nonetheless." Sally gave a small smile and sat down quickly. "Thanks for listening." She murmured, blushing.
"Thank you, Sally." Dr. Ginger said. "Adam, would you care to go next?" The boy who asked the question stood and sauntered to the front.
"Sure..." The boy, Adam, whispered reluctantly.
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