Guest Speakers: Alcoholics Anonymous

This week, guest speakers from Alcoholics Anonymous, a non-profit dedicated to helping people get sober, came to talk to us about their organization and what to do if we ever come across a situation involving alcoholism. Alcoholics Anonymous is an organization that involves meetings with other people with the same problem. Each meeting is different, led by different people so they do different things. People with alcoholism problems can find help through the program, only having to pay for individual meetings, and not being forced to do anything they don't want to. Alcoholism is a constant struggling disease, people with it have trouble not going back to their old habits. It can change the way you think about life, ruin relationships and cause serious damage to your life. Alcoholics Anonymous also has programs for people who know alcoholics so they can help themselves and the alcoholic. If you feel that you are falling into a routine that involves drinking uncontrollably, or you know someone who does, see if there's an AA meeting fitting your demographic near you.

A Glass of Water

Emily Gonzalez

Neto

Tucker

12/6/16

A Glass of Water

Eyes opened, light flooded into my eyes. The doors slammed into the wall, my eyes fluttering open with it. A foggy image of reality fell around me. I heard mumblings, they sounded like my mother, and the doctor. I reached my hand to wipe away at my puffy eyes. Even as I blinked, nothing seemed to stay in focus. I waddled a little while getting up, and the sounds of speech bounced through my ear, bouncing across the inside of my skull, falling down to my throat. My eyes heated up, I choked back my food. I breathed hard, hoping the others didn’t notice, then sat back.

My mom reached for my hand. I smiled. I still couldn’t see every line of her face, but I could feel the warmth in her hand. The doctor was still speaking. I managed to catch a few words, even if they were all just falling to my stomach. More treatments, a surgery. He said it wouldn’t be long before we got out of here. It cheered me up, very little. I could finally stop stealing away all of our money, my future, my life back at home. I could go home, to a warm bed with plush bears and pillows. I could get back to school work, something I’d never thought I’d say positively.

My heart beat a little faster. I noticed that the feeling wasn’t going away, I still felt as if two text books were being pushed against each of my ears, the bed was floating in the ocean, and clouds were over my eyes. I started to yawn, but almost gagged. I clenched my stomach. They looked at me, so I tried to say I was okay. I was trying to wrap my tongue around the words, but just signaled it with my hands. They went back to talking.

That’s when I noticed the glass of water next to me, from the night before. There was food, sure, but I didn’t want to put that in my stomach, it already had enough knots in it, I didn’t need more. The glass was out of reach, but if I got it the other day, I could get it now. I lifted my arm up, but my mom talked to me again. She pointed at the food, but I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I could tell my mom was stern, pointing at the food. I sighed and grabbed a fork, and my mom sighed before going back to talking about prices and insurance and the whatnot, something I wasn’t old enough to understand, or at least that’s what she told me when I asked about it. I kept on looking back at the glass. I put a roll in my mouth, which felt more like a sponge that took in all my built-up saliva. I sniffed and wiped away the tears my eyes kept on making.

Even if all I could focus on was a glass of water, it was something. My focus kept on going from my mom, to the doctor, to the background, to the window that led to the world I hadn’t seen in days, weeks now? How long had it been? Why, why couldn’t I remember...why wasn’t I speaking? Had something gone wrong, what was going on? I reached for breath. Heart beats pushed at my ears so hard my eyes were watering, there was bread at the back of my throat. I gasped for air.

My dry lips stung. I lifted my arm to grab the glass. No one saw. I pushed myself over, noticing my wobble, my eyes refocusing. I did it again, again, until I was sure the bread would spill out of my mouth any minute. I reached up to the glass. I put my hand around it. I put all my energy to move every finger, every bone, until they fit around. Wait, why was I overthinking this? It was just a glass? I took in a deep breath, letting a few tears fall. I took advantage that they still hadn’t seen. I pushed my palm against the glass, then pulled back. That’s when all my attention went into the glass. My fingers...they weren’t working. In a split second, I had lost control. The glass slipped, I felt the cold run through my fingers like silk. My heart stopped when I couldn’t feel it anymore, when gravity took its toll. The shattered glass punctured my inner ears, bursting my brain. The mosaic of a mess painted the floor. My tears weren’t distinguishable from the water.

That’s when they turned back. I jumped back. I held my head in my hands, warming them with wet tears. I couldn’t look at them. My mom moved closer, trying to comfort me, I pushed her back. The doctor called for someone to clean the mess. He tried to comfort me too, but I pushed him back too. I held my head in my hands again, trying to find comfort in the home that was my mind, my, my mind. The mind that couldn’t even lift a glass. Would I ever be able to lift one again?

When time died down my shock, when the glass was gone, and when the room was silent, I finally answered them. I pushed at my chest, trying to get the air to talk, “I-I w-was thirsty.”

They said they could have given it to me. I looked down at the ground, realizing that they thought I was upset at breaking the glass. They got me another glass. They were giving all their attention to me. Pins pierced the back of my neck as I looked up at them. Eyes watering, my back tingling, with a foggy mind and clouded eyes, and stomach that wouldn’t hold. I smiled. I even laughed.

“Don’t worry, it was just a glass of water…”

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