~ short thing I wrote dedicated to the events of 9/11 ~
“See you tomorrow, Linda!”
“Okay, see you Mel!”
I am over with my shift for today, and my head is throbbing. Yay.
I hoist my bag over my shoulder and walk the two blocks home, whistling a tune that no one knows except me. Soon, I reach my apartment unit, and then I see the landlady, Joan, sobbing uncontrollably by the desk.
I raise my eyebrows. I want to go over to her and ask what’s wrong, but she looks so devastated and anguished that I decide not to. So I walk quietly to my room door, unlock it, and step inside.
After locking the door and putting down my bag, I quickly make a cup of tea for myself, sit down, and check my phone for notifications.
My thumb taps the play button on a voice mail that my sister, Vivian, has sent.
“Melinda… I’m in a whole lot of pain, I don’t think I’ll make it… I’m calling to… I love you and Mom and Dad… love you Mel… and…”
The voicemail trails on for a few more seconds, and then I hear a clattering sound.
I’m frozen. I can’t. Move.
Oh my word. Oh my word.
Oh my word oh my word oh my word.
My brain is screaming, but I sit there with one hand gripping the phone tightly and the other holding the cup of tea.
I rush to call my sister, tapping the dial button.
Four rings.
She doesn’t pick up.
I. Don’t. Know. What. Is. Happening. To. Her.
Where did she work again? The World Trade Center.
Oh no. Oh no. Ohhhh no.
I drop my phone, grab the TV remote, and turn on the news.
My fingers release the cup of tea, and it crashes to the floor, tea spilling everywhere.
Smoke. Fire.
Bleak, dull skies.
The buildings are a wreck. There are four planes that seem to be lodged inside the towers. People are being carried out in stretchers.
Hundreds are dead.
“VIVIAN!” I scream at the TV. And then I start sobbing like how Joan was.
I pull my hair at its roots and shriek. I don’t care if my neighbors can hear me. We are all feeling the same pain.
And then I pause. I need to call Mom and Dad.
I pick up my phone which is lying on the couch and dial them.
They pick up almost right away.
“MOM! DAD!” I shout into the phone.
“Melinda, baby…” Mom mumbles. I can hear her sniffling and sobbing. Then I hear Dad’s voice ringing through the phone. And his voice is quivering.
“Oh my baby, I’m so glad you called… your voice is what I needed to hear right now…”
“Dad…” I choke out. “She sent me a voicemail… but… I think she’s…”
I collapse onto the couch, wiping my tears with my other hand. All I can do is wail as I hold the phone to my ear. Together I mourn with my parents, the only thing on my mind being Vivian.
9/11
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Also, SORRY GUYS for being so dead. !! I can’t blog because I really just have no time/motivation, and my blog is not on top priority. SO don’t expect a lot of posts from me this month. :’ (
love y’all xx
