9/11 Short Stories

Birds and stars were flying right above me. I sat there looking at them for a while. Still squeezing the ball for five seconds and releasing for three. I could not think of anything my head felt fuzzy, so I continued to look at the birds and stars despite that these were warning signs. Somebody was right beside me I could not make out who. Perhaps, I should tell him. I debated it until it just slipped out of my mouth, “Heya, dude, I am feeling a lit- little lightheaded here.” My thoughts were racing now, Did he hear me? Wouldn’t they do something? Do they know what to do? Should I try again? Okay the most logical thing to do is to try and tell him again, he must of not heard me, he wouldn’t just leave me here. Though I decided that I was going to tell him, my head was still fuzzy, I continued to look at the birds and the stars. Wait, why am I here? What

5. Release. 1, 2, 3. Tap. Squeeze. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
“Honey you are done. You can stop now. I will only take two tubes since you aren’t feeling well. John will you go get her an orange juice and a water.” Another worker came and told me. It did not register to me that the beep meant done. It would not even register to me if the machine grew arms and hit me over the head yelling done. I was so out of it.
I spend the next few minutes drinking my orange juice and water. I did it! I didn’t faint! The workers helped me. There was nothing that needed to be worried about. You here that Alice? I will NEVER listen to you again. All I need to do is trust myself and do something, and I will succeed. “Hey, Sam? Did we hit our goal of 30 people?” I yell at the student who checked me in.
“Yes. Yes. we did Lili. You were the 30th and we have three more still going. Thank you for donating.” Sam came over and gave me a clap on the back as she handed me my ID. I get up and start leaving the room. Feeling no pain from the needles, feeling only pride for what I have