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Melanie Hayes

"I can't lose anyone else."

0 · 389 views · located in Grover Park, Maryland, 1981

a character in “Diplomat's Son”, as played by 猫ババ

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X Xmelanie roxanne hayes

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X Xmel; friends || tweaker; harassers

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X Xseventeen

XE T H N I C I T Y
X Xcuban; english

XS E X U A L I T Y
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XH E I G H T
X X175 cm

XW E I G H T
X X58 kg

XE Y E S
X Xbrown

XH A I R
X Xblack

XB I R T H D A Y
X Xnovember 27


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mel had always been the complicated sister in the family, she continuously felt misunderstood by her parents. the result was a severely insecure young girl. she was afraid to speak her mind, so she remained silent, a resentment towards her parents always bubbling underneath the surface. it wasn't until she turned fifteen that people her age began viewing her as attractive or someone interesting to hang out with, creating an entire change to her personality. though she was still slightly reserved, she would join her friends to parties and various social gatherings. it was at these places her older friends introduced her to the world of drugs. her susceptible brain was instantly hooked. suddenly, she could be more energized and imaginative. for once she could feel calm in social situations, but it wasn't without it's negatives. the drugs made her more aloof, and if she ever experienced withdrawal, she would become irritable. despite her many, many flaws, people could always rely on the fact that melanie had a kindness to her. her goal is to be accepting of every different walk of life.


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speed | energy and excitement in pill form
sunglasses | an easy and fashionable way
to hide red eyes ♧
painting | art is a form of
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friends | despite having few,
she holds them very dearly ♧
running | there's
nothing like the endorphines of exercise ♧
sex | nothing like endorphines of exercise?


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open-minded | what the people like about
her ♧
creative | no one can deny her talent
in the arts ♧
hard-working | though not in
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though she only does this if deemed necessary
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school | she hates the cliques and the work
narks | she is deathly afraid of being
caught ♧
alcohol | why suffer the taste when
there are pills ♧
parties | she partakes but
stays close to the walls or hangs in private bedrooms
sister | she has felt nothing but judgement
from the person that she wants to love


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sensitive | the reason she learned how to be
apathetic is to combat her weakness ♧
addictive
personality
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is addicted ♧
slow | it takes her a bit to catch on
to things, whether its school or a joke ♧
frivolous |
her spending habits don't leave much for her
savings ♧
druggie | speed, pot, painkillers


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melanie was quite a difficult child compared to her sister. she never wanted to learn, she loved to cry, she caused fights; her parents had a difficult time not pulling their hair out over it. when mel grew up, she could tell she was the least favorite. her sister constantly got praised and rewarded while mel was punished for doing something wrong at every turn. she wasn't allowed to work on art, only studies. she couldn't go out and play with the other classmates because their parents disproved of her overactive imagination and it's effect on their kids. eventually, melanie shut herself off to the whole world. she would merely walk through life on autopilot as the silent weirdo who ate alone at the lunch tables. the first time mel discovered her possibly addictive personality was when she suffered a spinal compression fracture from falling out of a tree. despite not being prescribed vicodin for the injury, her father gave her a dosage in order to help her pain. she was immediately hooked, asking for more every day even when the pain subsided. after her father ran out, she suffered major withdrawal, but even so she managed to remain clean following. later, when she turned fifteen, her sister took her to an adult party after being asked to babysit from their parents. max quickly abandoned her and intoxicated party goers mistook mel for being much older, offering her poisonous medical cocktails. from there, it all went down hill. melanie would do anything for her fix to this day, though she does everything in her power to hide it from her father who would surely send her to a mental facility. the drug use got significantly worse when her mother passed away from a fatal car accident. even though they had an unsavory relationship, mel was devestated to have lost her mother. manny discovered her at her worst, offering a warm embrace of friendship to heal her wounds. thats when she was introduced to the rest of the group, a place in which she finally felt comfortable. she would give anything to find manny's murderer as he was the only one who she felt accepted her.

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elian hayes
shantee hayes
max hayes
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XX sister
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XX 24
XX alive
XX deceased
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|| elizabeth echemendia ortega
|| father ♧ benicio del toro
|| mother ♧ elizabeth hurley
|| sister ♧ amanda murphy

So begins...

Melanie Hayes's Story

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July 21, 1981
1302 hours

Following the discovery of Manolo "Manny" Restrepo's body on the banks of Nestor Creek, a federal investigation has been launched, with help from local law enforcement. Working in tangent with Detective David Feely of Grover Park Police Department, the green Agent Daisy Rew has begun the questioning with six of Restrepo's closest friends.

Restrepo's last confirmed location was at a pool party held at the home of a classmate at Grover Park Preparatory Academy, Lori Johnston. The events following his departure from the party are currently unknown, and his parents deny seeing himImage at all since 1400 hours that day, when he left the residence to meet his friends at Clover Diner.

Restrepo was badly beaten, with a broken zygomatic bone, a fractured wrist, and multiple lacerations and contusions. His shoes were found bloody and dirty on Angel Bridge, a high bridge on an out-of-the-way footpath above the deepest part of Nestor Creek. As it is not a widely known area, knowledge of the bridge may lead toward the killer, although all of Restrepo's friends were aware of it.

Motive is unclear at this point in the investigation.

It has only been hours since Restrepo's body was discovered, and much of the evidence has yet to unfold.



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Jack sat in the orange plastic chair, his head in his hands and his mom sitting beside him silently, waiting for the investigators to call him in the room. His head pulsed with a hangover from the party, and the fluorescent lights drilled their way into his skull. The receptionist hammered the keys of the typewriter as hard as she could, popping the bubblegum she'd been chewing the whole time. The sounds felt like arrows. His stomach lurched at the though of any kind of food.

The door of the interrogation room groaned as it opened to a brown-haired woman in a black pantsuit, the sleeves of her blazer cuffed just below her elbows and a gun in a holster on her hip. An FBI badge hung against her crisp white dress shirt on a chain around her neck.

"Jack Jacobs," she called. Her voice turned up at the end with a hint of question. "Why don't you come in here so we can talk."

Jack stood. Walking toward the room felt like facing a firing squad. He couldn't tell if everyone was actually watching him or it was just his imagination. His mom stood to follow him, but the agent stopped her.

"Mrs. Jacobs," she said, "we'd like to speak to him alone first, if that's alright with you." It was the absolute last thing Jack wanted, but he couldn't find a way to ask his mom to come with. The words wouldn't come out.

The agent shut the door behind them. There was a man, thin, pale, and dark-haired, already sitting at the metal table poring over what was almost certainly Manny's case file in a manila folder. The agent's hand on Jack's shoulder lead him to a chair opposite the man. The clock on the wall ticked far too loudly, and the chair was too cold.

"Jack, right?" the man asked, and Jack nodded. "I'm Detective Feely. This is Agent Rew." He gestured to the agent, who leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. "We just want to ask you a few questions about your friend Manolo Restrepo."

"Manny," Jack corrected.

"How long have you known each other?" Feely asked.

Jack swallowed around the lump in his throat. "About four years."

"When did you see him last?"

Jack hesitated. His heart was in his throat, but he could feel it thump in his whole body. "Is Manny okay?" he asked. "No one told us anything."

Detective Feely's mouth crumpled into a scowl, and he turned to look at Agent Rew behind him. She straightened away from the wall, her eyes narrowing at Jack as if he were a puzzle she was trying to put together. She nodded at Feely, who looked back at Jack.

"I'm sorry, Jack," he said softly. "Manny's body was found this morning."

Jack felt the color drain from his face. He shot up from the chair to find the metal trash can in the corner of the concrete room, and his stomach emptied itself of the dry toast he'd forced himself to eat earlier.




Jack couldn't look at his friends as his mom lead him by the arm out of the police station and to the car. He didn't complain when he felt her fingers dig into his bones. Agent Rew called in the next person.

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Melanie let out a sigh as she watched both Jack and Robin enter the private investigation room with one of the detectives. They both exited the room looking like shells of people and it made Mel all the more anxious. Not to mention the fact that her dad was sitting right next to her stone cold. On the way to the station he had been very blunt with her. If she ended up being in trouble, she would be in a deep amount of trouble at home as well. Who knows if she would ever see her classmates again. She started to pick at the dry skin around her thumbnail, a habit she developed after her cooldown from speed. The party had been rough last night and this day didn't seem like it was going to be any better.

Her heart sunk as she heard her name slip out of the mouth of the female detective she had seen before. They locked eyes as Melanie slowly stood up, her father remained seated with his eyes fixed on the clock that hung in the room. "Don't keep the detective waiting Mel." She swallowed and walked over to the room where the woman offered her a seat.

"We would like to speak to you privately for a moment if that is alright with you, we will bring in your Father shortly. I am detective Rew and this is my partner Feely." The man nodded, his eyes far less reassuring than detective Rew's. Melanie could only manage curt replies as the detectives asked her a serious of questions about the party the night before. All she could think about was if she had gotten busted for drug use for whatever reason. It didn't even register in her mind that detectives don't usually handle teenage drug use as that wasn't their first concern. It wasn't until they mentioned Manny that she realized something far worse had happened.

"W-Where is Manny? Is he missing?" Various thoughts began to rush through her head as she panicked about her friend's whereabouts. She grabbed her elbows with opposite hands as a way to cradle herself for comfort. Detective Rew looked slightly distraught as if telling children the news was beginning to take a toll on her. "Melanie, I'm sorry to inform you that Manolo has been found dead." Immediately a hand shot to cover her agape mouth. Her body instantly began shaking as tears filled her eyes. She shook her head as if to say it wasn't true. "Would you like us to bring in your father for a moment? We still have a few more questions we need to ask." Melanie did not respond, she sat there frozen as tears streamed down her face. Her body beginning to ache from the great emotional pain that swept over her.


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Thankfully the questions flew by fast as her dad did most of the talking for her. It seemed to be the first time since her mother's death that her dad was showing true affection and understanding. She rested her head into his chest as he responded to yes and no questions, knowing the answer through a hand squeeze from Melanie. The tears had been replaced with an overwhelming emptiness and shock inside her. Once they were finally allowed to leave, Melanie remained in the warm embrace of her father to the car. She finally understood Jack and Robin's dismay.

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Tap. Tap. Tap Tap. Michael's leg wouldn't stop bouncing nervously against the cool tile of the police station. He jerked up abruptly as his mother placed a hand on his leg, trying to stop him. "Mike honey, calm down. Some kids probably just had something illegal at the party and the police are just wanting to get to the bottom of it". He knew it was worse than that. He could tell the way each of his friends shifted uncomfortably in their chairs while waiting to be called into interrogation, and their tear-stained faces walking out.

Manny.

It had to be about Manny. He had been with all of them at the party but after a while Mike had lost track of him. He hadn't thought much about the fate of his friend until the phone had rang requesting him to come up to the police station.

"Michael Doyle" A woman, the same that had called the others in now called his name. He was the last one. He got up slowly, and shakily from the plastic seat and gave on last hesitant glance to his mother before following the woman inside the room. It was small and bright, making him feel even more trapped than he already was.

He blinked a couple times, his eyes adjusting to the light as he stared at the man across from him, a scary, stern looking man. "Mr. Doyle, where were you last night around the hours of 10pm to 3am?" Michael shifted in his seat, he wasn't nervous about the questions but there was something the officers weren't getting to. "I was at a party with my friends for most of the night, but I went home around 12. Why? Is something wrong?"
The officer completely ignored his question, yet continued with his. "You would consider yourself to be 'good' friends with Manolo Restrepo?" Michael nodded his head, "Yeah Manny and I have always been - " The officer cut him off abruptly with another question. "Have you and Manny ever gotten into any arguments?" "Well, yeah but - " "Has any of your fights ever escalated?" A disgusted look came over Michael's face as he shook his head in disdain. "What? No, I love Manny. What does this have to do with him?" The officer paused for a moment, taking the time to observe Michael before taking a deep breath, "Manolo was found dead in Angel Creek this morning".

It was like Michael had just fallen through the floor. He felt weightless, confused, angry, empty. "W-what?" His voice cracked slightly, as he clenched the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. "We are deeply sorry for your loss, but at this moment we need to figure out anything we can so we can help bring him justice". Michael just nodded, subconsciously, he fully wasn't there. He nodded his head yes or no to the proceeding questions, until the officers got the point and released him, telling him to call back if he thought of anything.

He walked calmly out of the room, his mother right there to grab his hand as he suddenly realized it was shaking uncontrollably. "Honey? ... Michael darling, is everything alright?" He just shook his head in response, and his mother lead him carefully out of the station. As soon as they walked out of the station he felt his breath start to hitch in his throat, and the stinging of tears at his eyes. It suddenly became harder to breath, as Michael frantically ripped open the door of his mom's car and grabbed his inhaler sitting in the cupholder with shaky hands. "Michael! What is wrong?" his mother exclaimed from the driver's seat as he took a large inhale from the inhaler.

And exhaled with a huge sob. "Oh god, Michael. Come here" And his mom wrapped him in her arms in the car, brushing his hair affectionately as he cried into her arms.

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Jack Jacobs | seventeen

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The wind cooled and scraped at the scrubbed-raw skin under Jack's eyes as he peddled. The tears had barely come out, as if he didn't quite believe that Manny was gone. They hadn't shown him he body, just a couple of Polaroids of his shoes—the same red chucks he always wore—bloody and abandoned on Angel Bridge and scraps of fabric from the shirt he'd been wearing when Jack saw him last clinging to the chain link fence meant to keep people from falling off into Nestor Creek below.

A lot of good that did, Jack thought, pushing his bike harder up the little hill that separated North Grover from Main Street. He lived the closest to Clover Diner—it was just on the northernmost end of Main Street—but he was also the farthest removed from the rest of town. Grover Park was full of the upper middle class, with the exception of two neighborhoods. North Grover, where Jack lived, was the poorest neighborhood in town, populated mostly by the working class people that provided the town with its manual labor and service workers. Shady Grove, Manny's neighborhood, was on the exact opposite side of town, with manicured lawns and huge mansions where a regular family could live in the same house and not see each other for a week.

The distance never used to make a difference to Jack, even before Manny got his car for his sixteenth birthday. He'd been driving them to school since then, but before that his chauffeur had taken them. Grover Park wasn't that big anyway. It didn't even take an hour to ride across the town and back on his bike.

Jack chained his bike up to the rack in front of Clover and went in, the bell chiming above his head as he pushed the door open. He made a beeline for the biggest booth they had, waiting for him in the back as if it had a reserved sign on it. For how often they came there, it might as well have. Everyone there knew who the table belonged to. He slid into the middle seat—always his spot, since he always got there first.

Colette, the waitress and Jack's neighbor, smiled at him as she set out seven menus. She didn't say anything, and neither did he. He just watched the door, waiting for his friends to show up. His chest ached hollowly, as if everything had been scooped out and put in the freezer for later.

Keith Derringer and Lori Johnston glared openly at him as they left, but he ignored them. He checked his watch.



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It was a long silent ride back home. Tear after tear dripped down her cheeks into her lap. One might have assumed that it had rained on her at this point. She couldn't remember crying this hard immediately when she was told her mom had passed. At that time it just wouldn't sink in, but for some reason, this time, it felt more real than anything. Her father had to leave for work after dropping her off back at home, he said it was an emergency and he couldn't take the day off as much as he wanted. Melanie was far from shocked as this was the usual. The house was empty and cold. Nothing sounded better than a cozy hot chocolate and a whopping slice of pity pie.

The car ride to Clover diner was just the same. When she pulled into the parking lot, she couldn't even remember the trip there. It was as if she had simply teleported. Before leaving, she had shimmied on a loose black sweater to keep warm in the dreary weather. Stepping into the diner she was greeted with smiling faces which she could only ignore. Her eyes immediately trained on Jack in the back which started the waterworks once again. She knew how close Manny and Jack were, and she could only imagine how he was feeling right this moment.

As she walked up to their booth, she scooted into the seat to the right of Jack. She gave him a long look before resting her head on his shoulder. Any kind of warmth was of importance at this moment, as everything just felt chilling. She hoarsely whispered,
"What do we do?" She desired hope, or maybe just a voice other than her dad's.